Chapter 9

Three days later I was about to head off for another meeting with Jack and Melissa when the AI spoke up suddenly.

"Message for Lieutenant Carter. Report to the main hangar bay, oh-six-thirty tomorrow morning."

"Uh. Okay. Any idea why?"

"No details accompanied the message."

I frowned, then realised the AI was simply passing on an order from someone else.

When I told Jack about it at the start of the meeting, he laughed. "I've got to go as well. It's 'cos we're in the military."

"Huh?"

"We might not be proper soldiers, but we've still got to do all the basic square bashing and the like." Jack looked at the empty chair. "I bet you anything you like that Melissa will have to go too, and she'll be majorly pissed off."

"Query," interrupted the AI. "Define 'square bashing'."

Jack laughed.

"It's a British slang military term. It just means basic training, and in particular the training to march and parade. Parades are usually held in an area of the base called a square, even if it's not actually square in shape, hence square bashing."

"Understood. You will not be training to march or parade whilst on board this vessel."

"No, but it's also used as a generic slang term for all basic training."

"Acknowledged."

Jack was right about Melissa having to do the training, and especially about her being pissed off. She was, when she eventually turned up. While we waited though, Jack got me up to date on the news from Balmoral. I had been too busy with Branwyn to attend the Captain's briefing.

"Apparently people have been saying it was some Islamist terror group, but there was no formal confirmation at the time we left."

"So who's king or queen now?"

"From what I can gather, Prince Andrew's eldest daughter, and her two older children were about a quarter of a mile away when the explosion happened. She's the senior royal alive, so I guess, if anybody, it's now Queen Beatrice the first."

"Beatrice?" I thought for a moment, trying to place the name.

"Beatrice is Prince William's cousin, Charles' niece. She is Prince Andrew's daughter, so she would have been first cousin once removed to Prince George."

"Oh of course. Sorry, yeah I know who you mean." I whistled.

"I don't suppose you remember her at William and Kate's wedding?" Jack asked. "She was wearing a very strange hat."

I shook my head. "Too young."

"She was very much a party girl in her youth, but calmed down considerably after she got married and had kids." He shrugged. "I guess it's not our problem any more."

"No, I suppose not."

"However, apparently there's also been a major change in plans."

"Oh?"

"We were supposed to be dropping some people off, however we have been diverted away from there, and are going straight to Soloat."

"Oh? Any idea why?"

Jack just shook his head. "I know it's got a lot of people very excitable, so I wouldn't mess with the Marines at the moment."

I just frowned my query at Jack.

He shrugged. "I'm guessing that maybe..."

"Information," said the AI, interrupting what Jack had been going to say. "The system this vessel had originally intended to stop at has been invaded by the Sa'arm, and we will no longer be stopping there."

The three of us just looked at each other, startled, maybe even worried.

"What about Soloat?" asked Melissa, who had arrived only moments earlier.

"That is in a different direction. We are now heading directly there. The total journey will now take forty-eight days instead of the originally planned fifty-nine."

We all nodded.

Our meeting that day was less than productive. None of us had found out as much as we'd hoped. We were all having difficulties finding people to talk to us. In one sense I was the luckiest, and it was only luck, because of my chats with Danny Black. It was frustrating, but I said I'd try and arrange to have a chat with the most senior officers on board, amongst other things to try and find out where we were going.

About the only truly useful thing any of us had discovered, Melissa told us. She had had it confirmed that while the ship and almost everyone on board were now going to Solo, the three of us weren't, but she hadn't found out where we were going. Melissa told us that the first stop was Solo, but that after that it was only assumed we would be heading back to Earth. "It'll take us less than a quarter of the time back than it takes to go out."

"Oh?" asked Jack. I looked at her equally interested.

"In our case it's down to the diversion, or would have been, but we go out slow so that all the new families can start to get integrated before they arrive at their new home. We go back as fast as we can so that the ship isn't wasting time empty. It'll take us nearly two months to get to Solo, we'll be there about a week, and then it'll take us two weeks or so to get home." This was much what I had been told so I just nodded my agreement.

"Home as in back to Earth?" asked Jack.

She just nodded impatiently.

Some ten minutes later we broke up as we all had little to report. I caught Jack before he could rush off again. "Any idea why Melissa is such a sourpuss?" I asked.

He laughed. "No. But she is a bit of a grump isn't she."

I too laughed. "A bit? More than a bit I think." I looked at him for a moment. "You okay with this square bashing thing?"

He shrugged. "I guess. Gotta do it I suppose. Just to prove we're in the military. It's the military mind I guess. Very regimented, not very flexible or imaginative."

I smiled. "Yeah. I suppose. Still, we are in a war, so I guess we have to do things the military way."

"You don't fancy the idea either, do you?"

I shook my head. "Not exactly. It's not my idea of fun. I like being my own boss, it's why I stayed on the farm instead of leaving for something else. I like being independent." I shrugged yet again. "I'll get used to it." I gave a wry laugh. "I don't have much choice, do I?"

Jack returned the smile. "Not really." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Look, I need to get going, you gonna be okay?"

I nodded. "Sure." I frowned. "What's so important that you have to rush off?"

He grinned and blushed slightly. "I don't know if you've seen my concubines, but they are four of the most beautiful girls, women, you can possibly imagine."

"Ah." I nodded with mock seriousness. "I understand."

Jack paused, frowning ever so slightly. "It's odd. I miss my family a lot. I suppose I could have done what you and some others did, but I couldn't bring myself to be having sex with my own daughters. The very idea gave me the squicks." He glanced up at my expression. "Oh don't get me wrong," he added quickly. "I really have nothing against it in general, it's just I couldn't do it myself." I just nodded, and he continued. "These four girls were all friends of my two daughters, and my two have gone to the father of one of my new concubines. I wasn't friends with him, no more than casual friendly, if you know what I mean?" I nodded understanding. "But now I know he's having sex with my daughters I don't really want to go near him unless I have to, and I think he feels the same way about me. I know he'll do his absolute best for them, as I will for his daughter, but I just don't want to know."

"How old were they?" I asked quietly.

"My daughters? Just fifteen, and not far short of seventeen. Oddly my older daughter wanted to stay with me, even though she knew what that meant. My younger one was more ambivalent I think, but I'm thinking even she wasn't totally against the idea." He shook his head. "My wife wasn't against it either. She wasn't for it, but she wasn't against it. I just couldn't do it and nor could Don. I think it's because they are so young, and I'm sure he feels the same way about his daughter."

"So what happened to the fathers of your other concubines?"

Jack shrugged. "They weren't with us when we were all collected. Myself, Don, our wives, their son, and the six girls were all together when we were collected. I had four of the six girls, Don had the other two. Don's son was only nine so he went with his mother. She and my wife went with other men. To be honest Jenny and I were in the process of splitting up, but I still asked her if she wanted to come with me. We may have been splitting up, but I still care for her in my own way and didn't want her to get eaten, but she said no." He chuckled. "Actually she was very nice about it. We pretended to have our own 'test fuck' and fucked, for old-time's sake, during the collection. I think she was right though and we shouldn't have been together. I still miss her and our girls though. I think maybe Don and his wife were also in the process of splitting up because she didn't go with him, I'm not sure though." He smiled slightly. "Now I've got a sixteen-year-old and three seventeen-year-olds and for the moment I'm loving every moment of it."

I grinned and clapped him on the back. "Good for you." I started to turn to leave when he stopped me.

"How are you getting on?"

I smiled. "Okay. Three of mine are working hard to become sponsors in their own right. I'm very confident of one, reasonably so with another, and not so sure with the third. But we'll see."

"And you haven't had any problems with the, well, you know?"

"Incest? No. Not yet anyway. We'll see how that works out in the end though, especially if all three do become sponsors."

He nodded. "Good luck." He turned and walked briskly off.

I'd hardly walked three paces when I got another message via my AI implant, asking me to go to the medical bay. I sighed and changed direction.

"Oh, hello Danny," I said in surprise as I entered. Danny looked up and grinned at me. "Hello son. Got a proposition for you."

"All right," I said slowly. "Shoot."

"I've been asked to ask you to take on another concubine. A woman with two young sons. She would have been recycled by now but her sons are obviously intelligent, and we don't want to lose them."

"Why recycled?"

"Because she has no sponsor. You'll see why in a moment."

"Ah. In that case, why me?"

"Two reasons. One, you seem to be doing very well with your brood; two, you have no children; and three you have enough other males in your pod that if you don't want to have to impregnate her you can palm her off onto someone else."

"That's three reasons," I said dryly.

He laughed. "Yeah but the third one is just between you and me."

"She's that, erm, 'good looking'?"

"Janine!" called Danny, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I frowned. Somehow that name rang a bell.

I recognised her as soon as I saw her, and I know she recognised me.

"Please sir," she whispered. "I'll do anything. Just protect my boys."

I sighed. "Fuck," I muttered. "Yeah. Okay." I turned to Danny. "Is there space in the med pods?"

"Tubes. There will be in about half an hour. Just over."

I nodded. "And can I use somewhere here to plan her body changes?"

Danny just pointed to a side room that I hadn't noticed. "You'll take her?"

"Tch, yeah."

"Good. As a thank you, you'll be eligible for another concubine, of your choice, as and when you want one. Now or later."

"Oh god." I laughed. "Honestly. I have enough."

"What it all means," he told me, "is that Janine's a permanent addition to your family, and if and when you decide to get rid of her, you can replace her as if she was one of your original concubines. Plus, as a bonus, you will be entitled to another concubine if one is available, and you want one."

"Okay, thanks. I think!"

He smiled. "Good luck."

I nodded and indicated with my head that Janine was to follow me. "You gonna be here for a while?" I asked Danny as I led Janine towards the side room.

"Hadn't planned on it, but I've nowhere else I need to be so I'll hang around if you want?"

"Please."

He nodded.

"Right. Sit," I told Janine. I pointed at a chair and she sat hurriedly. "I'm going to take you for now, but you are going to have some physical body changes." She just nodded. "It'll be easier on us both if we both agree to what I propose, which means you can also make suggestions. Agreed?" Again she just nodded without saying anything, her whole body just radiating relief, but also nervousness as well.

"Remind me. How old are you?"

"Thirty three," she whispered. I just nodded.

"AI, can you pull up a hologram of Janine as she is now?"

A hologram appeared in the middle of the room, and Janine swallowed convulsively. I don't think she'd ever really looked at herself and this was a surprise to her. Probably an unpleasant one. "Roll her age back to twenty-one."

The image changed, though less than I expected. At twenty-one she had still been massively overweight, with large saggy boobs and bum, flabby waist and large quantities of cellulite around her thighs and bum. Only her hair colour improved and became a richer brown.

"Were you an overeater?"

Janine just blushed and nodded.

I sighed. "AI, can you extrapolate from her DNA what she might have looked like had she not overeaten?"

"This is only approximate," announced the AI.

On the hologram Janine's boobs tightened up a bit but were still surprisingly saggy. She was however still very definitely on the chubby side.

"Okay, first grow her up to five foot seven." I looked critically at the result. It was only two inches, but the end result made her look marginally more feminine, and gave her a noticeable waistline. "Lose two stone off that," I paused and watched the result. "Two more. Okay, another two, taking off around waist and thighs in particular." The image became much more slim and even vaguely attractive. "Hmm. Lose another, hmmmmmm, ten pounds over her whole body. Pay attention to her neck and chin. Improve muscle tone all over." That was a definite improvement, but now she looked odd. It took me a few moments looking at her to realise what it was. "Ah. Narrow her hips and shoulders a little, two inches I think, and give her a finer bone structure." The difference was phenomenal, indeed she now even looked a touch skinny. I looked at Janine who was staring at the image open-mouthed. I rubbed my hands in anticipation. "Okay. Give her C cup boobs, at the lower end of C, smooth her skin and remove all blemishes, birth marks and scars et-cetera." That also removed the stretch marks from her pregnancies. "Give her a gentle all-over tan, and remove all cellulite." There was a lot of that, and it was ugly. "Straighten her hair a little, and darken it slightly. Tidy her pubic bush; shorten it and give it shape. Whiten and straighten teeth. Zoom in on her face please. Okay. Round off her jaw a little and soften her eyebrows. Round off the nose a touch. Hmm," I looked at Janine again.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Yeah. Any changes you want to make yourself?"

"I look a bit skinny don't you think?"

I looked critically at the image. "A little. AI, roughly how heavy would that person be?"

"Eight stone five," came the reply, "plus or minus one pound."

"Okay, bring her up to nine stone." This did look better. "Now for the final touch. Reduce her gag reflex slightly and increase the size of her throat to allow deep throating if necessary. Give her all the necessary aids to recovery after sex, and improve, if necessary, her pelvic floor muscles."

The last obviously got to Janine as she went white with fear, but she said nothing and I admired her fortitude. "Anything else you would like?" I asked her.

She just shook her head and continued to stare at the image.

"Hmm. What about your boobs?"

Again she just shook her head.

"Okay. " I shrugged. "AI, save and lock it into the computer."

"Acknowledged."

I looked at Janine. "Right. You get that in the next twenty minutes or so. AI? How long will these changes take?"

"They will take approximately seven hours to complete, however she will require another ten hours of bed rest afterwards."

I nodded and led Janine out. "Now we wait."

She nodded and sank, almost gratefully, onto a chair in the corner, while I went and chatted with Danny.

"Why here?" I asked him.

"Huh?"

"Why bring me here to get her?"

"It was the easiest place. Her kids are asleep in the CS pod at the moment, watched over by a CS representative and the AI."

"CS?"

"Civil Service." He shrugged. "Not quite sure what it's supposed to do, but at the moment it's keeping her and a few others out from under our feet."

"Shit. How many more still need to be housed?"

"One woman, two blokes. Because there are no kids they may get recycled very quickly now."

"Put the woman in charge of the CS pod for the time being. Between now and when we get to Solo, we may need it again."

Danny just shrugged. "Maybe. Not my decision."

"AI, can you give me details on the woman still without a sponsor?"

"Age forty-four. Cap score 4.2. Worked as a kitchen helper in a supermarket."

"Uh. Okay. What is her intelligence score?"

There was a long pause, presumably as the AI retrieved her CAP scores.

"Four point oh."

"Her loyalty score?"

"Four point one."

"Hmm. What about her mothering and sex scores?"

"Five point five and four point seven."

I shook my head. "Forget it." I turned back to Danny. "Have to admit I'm not looking forward to having to do anything with this one. She says she's scared of sex, so it's probably gonna be like having sex with a wet kipper."

Danny gave a half smile. "I'm sure you'll cope. Far more importantly though, I hear you've got training tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Not looking forward to that either."

"At this moment, today, as far as I'm concerned, you're a civvy. As of tomorrow, you'll be a marine. When you graduate you'll be a private," he paused and frowned. "Uh. You got six concubines ain't you?"

I nodded.

"Shit yeah." His face went stiffly blank. "You'll be an officer. You gonna be an LT?"

"That's what I've been told."

"Well, good luck sir."

I shook my head. "Not a sir, not yet anyway. As you say, I'm still a civvy, and tomorrow I'll just be a cadet. Less than nothing to most fully trained soldiers I bet."

He nodded, but I felt he'd closed off from me a bit. I felt saddened, but from what my father had told me about the rules and regulations regarding fraternisation across the ranks I sort of understood it. "At the end of it I still won't be a real soldier," I continued. "In reality, because of my job, I'll always be a civvy, just one in uniform."

He nodded once more, slower this time, and more thoughtful. "Probably. Just remember that it's the NCO's and marines that do all the real fighting. The Lueys, the good ones, once we've trained them to listen to us, just get us what we need and then stay out of our way. The captain's, well, commanders now of course, and the major's get us into scrapes, and everyone above that simply looks on and either moans when we fail or takes the credit when we succeed."

I nodded, smiling slightly. "Understood."

He clapped me on the shoulders and strode off.

I sat down again and tried to talk with Janine, but she hardly said a word beyond the occasional 'yes' or 'no'.

I was getting ready to scream in frustration when a male, this time wearing green hospital scrubs, came out of another side room. The med tech glanced at me and then back at a console just as one of the tubes gave a ding, and the top started to rise. He looked at me. "Your concubine's in there in two minutes."

I nodded and thanked him.

"AI," I asked once Janine was in the tube, "Janine claims that sex hurts her physically. Can you check to see whether that is a physical problem or a mental one?"

"If there is a mental problem," it said after a moment, "that will only be fixed by help from another person. However a bit of subtle conditioning can be added if necessary." I just nodded and waited.

"Information," came the AI some four minutes later. "Concubine Janine Miller has a physical condition called Vaginismus or Dyspareunia."

"What are they?"

"It is a physical condition that can cause an involuntary tightening of the vaginal muscles leading to difficulties in penetration, and pain during sex. This can be fixed, but it will usually also have already led to psychological problems as well. These cannot be directly fixed by the medical tubes."

"Okay, do what you can, including a bit of conditioning if you can, I'll ensure the rest is fixed later. Oh, and when she comes out, make her slightly horny if that's possible."

"Acknowledged."

"And can you ensure her clitoris and nipples are slightly above average for sensitivity. I need to ensure she gets at least some physical pleasure from the sex act."

"Acknowledged," said the AI again.

I nodded to the med tech. "Call me ten minutes before she's out?"

He nodded. "Okay bud."

I wandered slowly back to the pod; suddenly feeling tired and irritated. "Fuck," I muttered. Back in the pod, I grabbed a coffee from the replicator and went into my office. Huw was in the sleep trainer.

"Shit, fuck, shit, AI? What's Huw doing in the pod?"

"He is taking the mathematics course you proposed last week."

"How much longer?"

"Twenty two minutes."

"Right. I need another room creating upstairs for two boys." I paused. I suddenly realised I didn't know how old Janine's sons were. "Fuck. How old are Janine Miller's sons?"

There was a short pause. "Five and seven."

"Fine. Create a single bedroom suitable for those two boys. Create another small bedroom adjacent, and with an interconnecting door. I also want space upstairs for either a second sleep trainer, or better yet to move this one into."

"The pod's own power supply is not sufficient to run two sleep trainers simultaneously while in transit. Due to heat dispersal problems, the power unit can be run at no more than forty five percent power. It is recommended that you move this one rather than create a second, until such time as you have reached your final destination."

"Accepted. Uh. Where exactly is it we are going?"

"The Isaac Newton is travelling to the Soloat system, from there it will head back to Earth."

"Okay. I understand that this pod and at least two others will not be staying on Soloat. Is that the case?"

"The planet is Solo. The system is Soloat. You will not be staying in the Soloat system."

"Where will I be let off?"

"That is not currently clear."

"Can you find out?"

"That is not part of my remit."

"Huh," I grumped.

I sat and thought. Dark thoughts of frustration and irritation. I was bored all of a sudden.

"Fuck," I grumped. "AI, where are Imogen and Roger? And what are they doing?"

"They are asleep in the second room."

I nodded, stripped off and went into the room that had, almost by default, become their room. Slipping into bed behind Imogen, I reached around her and began to fondle her nipples, at the same time pressing my hard cock against her opening. I pushed. Three pushes and I was fully inside her. Mum came awake and began to pant as I thrust in and out. After a few moments her own hips began to move as she matched her rhythm to mine. At that moment Roger awoke.

"Oh," he said, and began to leave.

"Stay there," I grunted. I sort of knew he didn't like watching as his wife was fucked by anyone else, but right now I didn't care. I needed to talk to them both, but I needed this first.

"Are you all right love?" Imogen asked a few minutes later, after we'd both come.

I said nothing for a few moments, getting my breath back. My hard cock was still inside her, and almost as a way of avoiding the issue, I began to twitch it inside her.

Mum just smiled and pulled away, turning over to face me. "Come on, give," she said softly. "What's the problem?"

I paused. "I've been landed with another concubine, and her two little boys," I said eventually. "But she's going to be hard work because it seems she's pathologically afraid of sex. She had some sort of physical problem which made it painful for her, and that has affected her mentally, psychologically, emotionally, and probably every other which way as well."

"Where is she?" asked Roger.

"In a medical pod. I've fixed her up physically, so she'll no longer have that problem, but she's going to be hard work never-the-less, and on top of that, tomorrow I think I have to start all that square-bashing you told us about years ago."

"To be honest I'm surprised you haven't started before this. We've now been in space for almost a month. Near enough."

Imogen interrupted. "Two little boys you said?" I nodded. "Where are they and how old are they?"

"They're in the CS pod, and they're, erm," I frowned, trying to remember what the AI had told me. "Four and six I think."

"Right. Up. Now. We have to get things set up for when they arrive." Imogen bounced out of bed, and both Roger and I looked on approvingly at her beautiful figure. She turned to see us both eyeing her hungrily and blushed slightly. "Up!"

I thought of ordering her back to bed, then decided against it. "I've already got the AI to make two new rooms on the upper level, one for her, one for them. I've also decided that the sleep trainer booth is to go up as well. I don't want it in my office."

Both my parents nodded. Imogen was all but dressed by now, and Roger reluctantly climbed out of bed as well. "How long will they be getting here?" asked Roger.

"Five hours or so."

"Oh." Mum slowed down her rush to get ready. She looked up. "AI, will the new rooms be ready for the new people in five hours?"

"Yes. Just."

"In that case we'll have to all just sit and eat while it finishes off. AI. Where is everyone?"

"Huw Carter is currently in the sleep trainer. He will be another two minutes. Branwyn and Siân Carter are visiting Claire and Abby. Stacy is asleep in the main bedroom."

"Okay. Hmm. Time, AI, please.

"Ship's time is twenty one eighteen." It was only at that moment that I cottoned on to the fact that my parents had been in bed because they had been having sex themselves. I smiled softly to myself. My parents had obviously become a lot closer to each other again in the last weeks.

"It's gonna be gone two AM before Janine arrives here. I think it's best we leave her sons where they are. They'll be perfectly safe, until the morning and she can go and collect them at that time." I looked at my now fully dressed parents. "I need you two to look after Janine for me. Dad, you might have to, well, 'teach' her that sex doesn't hurt. Apparently she'll get a bit of psychological conditioning which will help a little, and the physical problems will be cured."

"That's not a problem, I don't think," said Roger slowly, "but I think you should be the first one to have sex with her when she gets here."

Imogen nodded, agreeing with him. "It'll help to cement in her mind that you are the one in charge in here," she said softly.

"Yeah, I know. I was sort of hoping to avoid that, but I guess I can't really pass it off. However, I do need to be up before six AM for the start of my military training, and I really don't feel like having sex with her at gone two AM if I have to get up that early."

Dad nodded his agreement. "Okay. Don't forget that we were all advised to rest for twenty-four hours, so she probably should as well. Maybe when you get home afterwards."

"Okay. I guess I can't really put it off much beyond then."

In fact it was five days before I got to have sex with Janine. The reason was simply the military training. I was knackered each day and was getting home very late each evening. I was used to hard physical graft from life on the farm, but this was very different. As well as the physical training there was also rather a lot of classroom teaching that was new to me. It took me a couple of weeks to start to appreciate the benefits, prime of which was being able to work alongside other people who were in a similar situation and be able to trust that they knew what they were doing, to learn to work as a team. At this stage though, about the only good thing was that I saw Melissa having even more problems than I was having. It was hard work and I really couldn't face having to have sex with Janine just to get her to cleave to me. After five weeks I suddenly stopped seeing Melissa at any of the training, whether physical or classroom. The one time I asked her why, she told me to mind my own business.

Eventually Roger forced the issue of Janine and sex. All that day he and Imogen had primed her so that when I eventually staggered in, Janine took me into the bathroom and showered with me to help me relax. From there she led me into my bedroom, lay me on the bed and gave me an all over massage. It was very relaxing and my eyes began to droop. However almost as soon as they did, she began to lick and kiss me all over. With her new body, she was actually very pretty, and even quite sexy, she just didn't do very much for me. My cock however didn't care about the fact that I didn't really fancy her, or that I was tired, and it got hard. Very hard. Janine eased herself onto it, and I could see the fear in her eyes as she expected pain, and then surprise when it didn't come. She was still nervous though, and her movements were slow and uncertain. I knew she wasn't shy, she was just scared.

"Oh fuck," I said, almost in irritation.

I pushed her off me and rolled her onto her back. I started by kissing her nipples, and then slowly down to her belly and then her pussy. She moaned a bit, partly from her arousal, but mostly from fear. It took me over five minutes because of her fear but eventually I made her climax. As soon as she did I quickly climbed on board and slid my cock home inside her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and began to scream out her orgasm. I spent the next twenty minutes or so wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her, moving her into numerous positions. I didn't allow her to consciously control what we were doing, or give her time to relax between orgasms. Physically it was incredibly good, but emotionally I got very little from it, from her. She seemed to particularly like the doggy position, but eventually I tired and decided I needed my own climax. When I did finally come myself, we were back in the missionary position, and as I ejaculated into her she wrapped her legs tight around me once more and cried out as yet another orgasm washed over her.

I fell asleep. I know women hate that about men, but I also now know there's a physiological process involved, and in any case, I was very tired and quite frankly I didn't care enough not to. When I awoke to the alarm the following morning I found her still in my bed, her arms tight around me. She woke at the same time and gazed at me. "It's never been like that before," she whispered. "What happened?"

I smiled slightly. "You had a medical condition. I had it fixed. Ask the AI. I need to get up for training now, I'll see you this evening I expect."

To my surprise she gave me a hard, passionate, kiss, then released me. The next three evenings were almost identical, except that I didn't need to take anywhere near as long to start her going. She was still nervous though, just nowhere near as terrified as she had been, and I don't think she would ever truly get over that fear, she'd had it for far too long. However I also felt she was just taking pleasure not giving it. This also I sort of understood: it had always been painful for her in the past, now it wasn't and she wanted to catch up on what she had missed out on. After the fourth night of this, I took her to my parents.

"Teach her how to give, not just to take," I said quietly. I looked at Janine. "Tomorrow I have a day free. Between now and then I want you to learn how to give pleasure, and tomorrow I'll want to see you giving everybody pleasure."

She nodded, the look of fear back on her face again. "Don't worry. You've not done anything wrong, I'm not going to kick you out. You just need to learn how to do it right."

I left for another day of hard physical training. At least, I thought to myself, there's no mud and rain and cold, though as a hill farmer that wouldn't have bothered me as much as it might have bothered some, it's just hard metal decks and a lot of physical training. Actually, that day, for the first time, we trained in low and very low (micro) gravity. It was fascinating, but I came home with bruises I hadn't expected. You don't normally expect to bang your head on a 'ceiling' that's over thirty-foot above where the 'floor' you started on is.

I didn't really intend for it to happen that way, but for about a week, maybe a bit more, Janine really was a sex slave. However by the end of it she could give pleasure like the best courtesan going. Janine would never be truly comfortable with having sex just for the sake of it, but equally she would never be afraid of it again. I gave Roger the nod and she quickly became just a regular member of the pod. Her two sons, Peter and James, the few times I saw them, were delightful little boys, and kept Imogen amused and occupied at all times. They'd been a bit confused by the changes in their mother, but after a few days they just accepted it. I decided that Janine should be Imogen's second when we started getting babies in the pod, and she jumped at the idea.

"Do I have to have more babies?"

"Yes," I said, expecting her to look worried or scared. Instead she looked happy, though maybe satisfied was more accurate. In the months and years to come, I would realise that for Janine, sex for procreation was to be welcomed soon and often. She would be the only person I would ever trust to become pregnant again just weeks after giving birth, and if we let her, would do exactly that. I smiled and looked at the ceiling. "AI, please ensure Janine gets pregnant as soon as possible."

"Acknowledged. She will be ready for conception within the hour."

"Good. Ensure Huw is ready as well. May as well make use of him."

Janine looked disappointed, but also amused, and nodded her thanks. "You sure you don't want to do it yourself?"

I smiled slightly and shook my head. "Not this time. Next time maybe. I've still got to get Siân pregnant at some point in the near future."

She nodded her acceptance and left.

Huw was pleased when I told him, "Won't let you down Bro," he said.

"You can't exactly," I said dryly. "Just as long as you can get your dick hard and inside her, nature, and the AI, will do the rest."

He laughed. "Yeah, maybe. She's very easy on the eye, not exactly difficult to fuck, and she can't seem to get enough, so it'll be easy, and fun."

"You like her?"

"Yeah. I do. More than Stacy. I like Stacy, but I fancy Janine more. She just does something for me."

I laughed. "You get your CAP and you can keep her if you'd like."

"Yeah?" Huw was both surprised and delighted, a big grin forming on his face. "Ah, cheers mate."

I laughed. "Go and do the honours. Get her pregnant. But," I called after him as he moved off quickly, "don't forget her body won't be ready for another thirty minutes or more, so don't come inside her for at least that long, or if you do, make sure you do it again afterwards."

Huw laughed and waved his thanks at me. I was as sure as I could be that this would help to motivate him to improve his CAP score.

From that day on, Huw and Janine became almost inseparable. She still came and joined me in bed occasionally, and I found her to be more responsive, though not exciting as a bed partner. At the same time Huw would visit Imogen, or occasionally Branwyn, but I think I only ever saw her with Roger, or him with Stacy or Siân at our, now rather less frequent, group orgies. Janine would never truly like sex. She would do it. She would enjoy it on a purely physical level, and would give pleasure, but if she went without for any length of time it didn't bother her in the slightest. I didn't worry about that, as she seemed to be content in her new life.