Chapter Two

All those films on the Internet about the first night bonk-fest in your pod? They're not true, at least they weren't for me. When we arrived on board the colony ship, we were given a short lecture on concubines' rights, i.e. none, and our duties, i.e. do whatever you're told. Nothing new there, we'd already had the basics explained to us in school. Afterwards Isabel went off to medical for a quick fix, diabetes I think, and the rest of us followed Jun-Hee to our pod. It was late, so she took Diane and Laxmi into her big bedroom for fun and games. Diane was smiling, while Laxmi was acting a little nervous, but also looking forward to what was coming. Isabel was still in medical, so I was left in my tiny bedroom all alone. My head was still buzzing from all the excitement earlier, so I took a bit of time to get to sleep. Yes, I did have to take care of things by hand. My one time with Ann hadn't been enough since I didn't managed to finish anything with either Isabel or Laxmi at the pickup. Jun-Hee had stopped us early both times.

We met Isabel's identical twins in the morning over breakfast: Latoya and Latisha, both nine. I'd be able to tell them apart once we got to know each other better, but on that first morning I couldn't. They seemed fine about being there, and looking forward to an unexpected break from school. Apart from Laxmi, all us concubines were nude. I refused to wear one of those ugly shifts, and it seemed that Diane and Isabel thought the same.

There were a few giggles and a bit of, "I can see your thing," from the twins, but Isabel made sure it quickly died down -- one frown was enough. Once I sat down, the table hid anything interesting, which probably helped.

"Can we take our clothes off too if we want to, Mummy?" one of them asked.

Isabel looked briefly at Jun-Hee, who just shrugged. That made sense, she had picked Isabel as mother-in-chief, so there wasn't any point in taking that sort of decision away from her.

"You can if you want to, inside the pod," Isabel told them, "but you have to get dressed properly if you're going out."

The pair of them looked at each other. "We'll stay dressed for now," one of them said.

When I got up from the table, the twins were definitely looking, but they kept quiet about it. Isabel obviously had them well in hand.

After breakfast, the four of us joined the other concubines in the mess and got a longer lecture on our complete lack of rights and our duty to follow orders. I think they were trying to frighten us; if they were, then they succeeded. The bit with a concubine being executed was really nasty. A couple of people lost their breakfast watching that. I could see Danni across the room sitting with two older women, Mrs. Mason and someone else. There was a pretty young woman with them as well: long blonde hair in her late teens or early twenties, a few years older than me and Danni.

During one of the breaks, I managed to get a few words with Mrs. Cooper, or Elaine as she told me to call her. I thanked her again for the show she'd given us on Earth, just before Jun-Hee had picked me.

"I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so I enjoyed it," she explained. "When my boobs grew, I could either hide them under a burqa, or flaunt them. Flaunting was much more fun, so I got used to putting them on display. It's so amusing seeing men's reactions."

She was naked of course. I was trying to keep my eyes on her face, and was mostly succeeding, until she did that thing with her shoulders again. Inevitably, my eyes dropped.

She laughed, "See what I mean?"

"Not fair," I complained with a smile.

After the break they had an experienced concubine, Yvonne, in to talk to us. She belonged to one of the ship's crew and had been a concubine for about a year. She looked hot, but she told us that was thanks to her body being reworked in a med-tube. Her talk was a bit more reassuring.

"How many of you are concubine to a stranger, someone you don't know?" she asked. Isabel put her hand up, together with about a quarter of the people there. I saw that Danni had her hand up as well. That was puzzling, I thought she knew Mr. Mason better than that. With Isabel, it wasn't a surprise. I suspect that before being picked up, the longest conversation she'd ever had with Jun-Hee was, "Do you want the fish, the sausages or the vegetarian?" while serving lunch.

I put my hand up for the, "someone you know, but not close," option, as did Laxmi and about half the others. Diane went for, "someone you know very well." Definitely a pre-pack then, as I had suspected.

Yvonne pointed out that most of us had some sort of previous relationship with our sponsor, so we had a pretty good idea of what we were getting into. That was a good point. I knew from Jun-Hee's chemistry classes that she was strict, and expected obedience, but she was fair, and gave out praise as well as punishments. In chemistry there were obvious safety issues, so there were good reasons for her strictness. She wasn't doing it just for the sake of being strict. Looking at things that way seemed to help some people. None of us had come here with obvious psychopaths. Even Wayne wasn't a psycho, just an asshole.

In a way, the worst off among us four was Diane. Yvonne gave a strong warning to ex-wives, "You can't run your former husband the way you used to. No more, 'no nookie until you buy me those Jimmy Choos'. That doesn't work here. If he wants nookie, then he gets nookie: however, whenever and wherever he wants it. Headache? Go hop in a med-tube for ten minutes and get back quickly. Remember that he has at least one other pussy available in his pod." She repeated the warning we'd been given earlier, that ex-wives were at a greater risk of execution for a major infraction. They had to take care not to slip into what were now bad habits.

The last part of the morning, after Yvonne had finished her talk, was more positive. Stuff about what to expect at our destination. We were going to a colony called Waller. All desert, with some terraforming still to do. Laxmi and I would be at school for a bit and after that there was work for unskilled concubines helping out with the terraforming, so I wouldn't be stuck in the pod once we got there. That sounded better than sitting around all day with nothing much to do. That's fine for a few days, but gets really boring after a time.

I suspected that Elaine Cooper would probably be teaching in the colony's schools. They had picked up some of our teachers as concubines, so they might as well make use of them in their old job. They already had the experience.

Lunch that first day was interesting. The sponsor teachers all took a table together, with their concubines in tow. It was a bit like eavesdropping on the conversation in the Staff Room at school. I was very surprised to discover how much they knew about what went on in the place. A lot of stuff I thought they weren't aware of was actually common knowledge among them. I also got to hear what they really thought about some of us pupils; a pity I wasn't able to pass word back. It turned out that Diane was a teacher as well. She'd worked at Saint Bridget's, not at our school, which was why I hadn't recognized her. The older woman with Danni, Frances, had also taught there.

That was another surprise, Danni wasn't with Mr. Mason any more. He'd swapped her for the pretty blonde girl I'd seen with Sis earlier. Danni was with the blonde's father now, while Mr. Mason had taken the guy's daughter Chelsea. I didn't get the chance to talk to Danni at the table since we weren't sitting close enough for a private conversation. I was able to have a short chat with her afterwards. Apparently those rumors about Ted Mason taking the girl next door were true. He'd picked Danni at the extraction because his neighbour needed a second concubine to fill out his pre-pack, and he didn't want to leave him with an empty slot. The neighbour had arrived on board with Chelsea and then swapped her for Danni.

Danni thought her new owner, Richard Salter, was OK. Not as nice as Ted Mason but not bad. She did get on better with his wife than with Mrs. Mason, which helped her feel better about things. Julie Mason had spent a lot of time with her young baby, while Frances Salter saw Danni as a replacement for her own teenage daughter. Danni wasn't completely happy with the change, but she could see the advantages. Once we reached Waller, she'd be spending a lot more time with her sister concubine Frances than with her sponsor. In terms of time spent together, it was more important to get on with your fellow concubines than with your sponsor. I was going to have to get on with Diane in the same way, since a lot of the time Jun-Hee would be away, deployed on board some Navy ship, leaving Diane in charge.

There weren't any more lectures for us concubines after lunch. Jun-Hee was off doing some sponsor-only stuff, so it was just us four concubines, and the twins, in the pod.

Diane had us all sit down round the kitchen table and introduce ourselves. The twins were playing in the main room, though occasionally the AI asked Isabel to sort something out with them. They seemed well-behaved most of the time, probably thanks to Isabel's mothering. Jun-Hee probably picked her as mother-in-chief for that reason. The AI would have told her all Isabel's scores and details back at the pickup.

Diane started things off. She was lesbian and had been with Jun-Hee for five years. That explained Jun-Hee's earlier comment about me not getting to fuck Diane. They'd met while Jun-Hee was in the UK studying at University. They'd recognized each other while celebrating their birthdays in a lesbian club -- Jun-Hee is exactly one year older than Diane, to the day. When I asked, Diane thought that Jun-Hee was about 60 or 70 percent lesbian, so I did have some hope of getting a bit of sex there. I did wonder how Diane would deal with having to get pregnant, but I didn't ask. I wasn't ready to press things that early on. It might not even be me doing the deed when the time came, and I didn't want to rock the boat.

Laxmi turned out to be bisexual, about 50-50 she thought, though she had no real experience of either. Apart from last night. She blushed prettily when she mentioned that. I suspected that Jun-Hee had noticed something of her bisexuality in class, and so had Laxmi on her list of potential concubines. Her parents had both been born in India, and had met in Scotland. She'd been born in Glasgow and had only seen India on visits. When she told us that, I remembered that I'd overheard some of the girls in school ribbing her about being Scottish.

Isabel's dad was Jamaican, though her mother's family had been in England for longer. She was very proud that one of her mother's ancestors had come over on the Empire Windrush in 1948. On her sexual preferences she was very straightforward, "I like men." It seemed that she would be my main squeeze. No problem there, I'd enjoyed myself during our test drive the day before, and she seemed to have enjoyed it too during the short time we had. I was looking forward to more, and I hoped she was as well.

Later that afternoon we had our first passes through medical, just to fix any immediate problems. Isabel didn't need to go again, so it was just three of us and the twins. Mine felt like no time at all, though the clock said it had taken around twenty minutes. They fixed my eyesight so I didn't need glasses any more. Apart from that I was healthy, apparently.

That night Jun-Hee had Diane and Laxmi with her again, while I was with Isabel. The bed in my room was too small for two, and Isabel was very definitely a big girl. We managed though. Missionary didn't work very well. Doggy-style was much better, and I could get two good handfuls of Isabel's big booty. Very nice. Once I'd recovered, which didn't take long, we tried it with me sitting on the side of the bed and Isabel bouncing on my pole. That put her tits in my face, very nice again. Long suckable nipples, mmmm. Eventually there would be milk in them for me; something I looked forward to. I could very easily get used to regular sex with Isabel.

It would have been impossible for the two of us to sleep comfortably on my tiny single bed, so she went back to her own room for the rest of the night. In the morning she popped in early and we did doggy again. She told me that she'd like having a regular man around. Lucky me. We'd need to do something about the size of my bed though, it would be nice to have her with me all night.

The next day we got to see our revised looks for the first time. Jun-Hee had the AI show holograms of us while she tried out different possible modifications. She didn't really change either me or Laxmi much. I'm only sixteen, while Laxmi is just a year older. Jun-Hee said she wanted us both to grow up naturally first, before making big changes. She tidied up a few moles and scars, straightened my teeth and gave me two centimeters extra on my dick. Hey, I wasn't complaining. For a joke, I suggested that it showed Laxmi in a tartan sari. Even I could tell that it was a fashion disaster as soon as the AI displayed it. The others just groaned. As revenge, Laxmi had it show me in a kilt. Not too bad really, and a whole lot better than one of those horrible grey shifts. Under that quiet, shy, exterior she's got a good sense of humor.

Jun-Hee left Diane pretty much unchanged as well, she obviously liked her girlfriend the way she was. The biggest changes were for Isabel. She had a fair amount of fat taken off, with her tits lifted and made firmer. They were going to look a lot more like Mrs. Cooper's than they had before: less sag and more self-supporting. Jun-Hee left those large areoles and long nipples of hers the same. Isabel's 'big black booty' would be a 'slightly smaller black booty', but still looking good and still two good handfuls. The twins were there to see what their Mum was going to look like. Basically she would be a younger-looking version of herself. Still large and cuddlesome, but not as overweight. I wasn't consulted, but I could certainly fancy the new version. I couldn't wait to get my hands on those revised tits. Mrs. Cooper's weren't available, but Isabel's pair looked like they would be almost as good.

Jun-Hee had already been through the tubes for her changes. She'd just had herself grow a bit taller. She kept her tits small, so I presumed that was the way she and Diane liked them. Diane had her remodeling done that afternoon. The other three of us had to wait until the next day for our changes.

While we were discussing changes, I raised the problem of my small bed. Jun-Hee agreed that it made sense to give me more space, including a double bed. She told me to use the AI to help make some plans, and OK them with Diane. The alterations could be done the next day.

That night, Jun-Hee had me in her bed with Laxmi. No sign of Diane; I suspect that she cried off because of my presence. I would have felt uncomfortable in a threesome with a woman and a gay man, so I suppose she felt the same about sharing with me. Laxmi's pussy was still off-limits for me since she was sore from the previous night. She didn't say it straight out, but I suspect that was from when she had lost her virginity to either Jun-Hee or Diane.

Fucking Jun-Hee was amazing. Much more intense than with Isabel, and that's no criticism of Isabel. Laxmi's finger up my bum might have helped the first time, but I think it was more than that. It was just as good the second and third times, when Laxmi was working on Jun-Hee's tits.

One thing I did find out, I was more ticklish than Laxmi. Jun-Hee had disappeared to the bathroom, leaving the two of us behind on the bed.

"Care to give me a blow-job, Laxmi?" I asked. "It'll help pass the time."

Laxmi wasn't stupid, "I'll tickle you for it," she challenged. In answer to my puzzled look, she explained, "We have a tickle fight and the winner gets oral from the loser. OK?"

Stupidly, I agreed. That was when I discovered that Laxmi wasn't ticklish. Not at all. She soon had me helpless, while she was completely immune to anything I did to her. Like I said, she wasn't stupid. By the time Jun-Hee returned, I was busy at Laxmi's pussy. I think I did pretty well, she got a good one -- not like when I was licking her at the pickup. She'd relaxed a lot since then and was a lot less worried about sex.

During one of the breaks between fucks, I asked Jun-Hee what the arrangements were for me to get the others pregnant. I didn't mention her plans for herself directly, but the question was definitely implied. Naturally, she didn't miss it. She's a sharp cookie. Probably why she made sponsor.

"Both Diane and I want to have sponsors as fathers to our children," she told me, "so I don't plan that you'll get either of us pregnant. My current idea is to have you alternate between fathering Isabel's baby and Laxmi's baby in each round of pregnancies. You'll start with Isabel now, and then in the next round you'll father Laxmi's second. That gives you one child of your own in each round. OK?"

"That's good, Jun-Hee. I'll look forward to it," I told her. True. I wouldn't have liked it if all the kids in the pod had outside fathers. My job description was 'stud' after all. I was glad that I would be the biological father of some of the new babies.

"Who will father my first?" Laxmi asked, having heard Jun-Hee's answer to my question.

"We'll talk about it later, Laxmi," our sponsor told her. "Now suck Steve hard again, I want another fuck."

Laxmi followed her orders, and made a good job of it despite her inexperience. Jun-Hee surprised me by how eager she was for sex with me. Back in the school hall, she had warned that I wouldn't be getting a lot from her. Maybe I would be getting more than I'd expected?

One good thing was that Jun-Hee lifted the restrictions on me and Laxmi having sex. We both had to agree of course, but the possibility was there. Laxmi asked me to wait until after she'd been through the med-tube so she wouldn't be sore. She threatened to challenge me to a tickle fight every time though. She was a lot of fun once I got to know her. I think that her "good, quiet, Indian girl" thing was a bit of an act she put on for her parents and in public. She was much more relaxed around the pod than she ever was in school.

Six weeks later

... I haven't been changed much

It was an interesting few days in the ship's mess as the sponsors put their concubines through the med-tubes for their modifications, and we got to see the results. All the older ones suddenly turned up looking younger. After they'd finished, anyone looking over twenty-five was probably a sponsor, and likely an officer as well. Nobody had done anything really silly to their concubines -- the Marines had some stories to tell, though I wasn't sure how much to believe of what they said. Catgirls? Were sponsors really that stupid?

Danni and Ann looked the same as before, just a few spots and scars cleaned up. Danni's tits were a touch bigger, but that may have been because she was pregnant.

The biggest change was Nat, the Goth girl. John L morphed her into a permanent Goth. Her skin was pale white all over, not make-up. The black lips and nipples weren't lipstick, but in her skin. The black eyeliner was a tattoo. Her hair was actually black, not dyed like before. And he fixed her pubes; a pair of black (what else!) bat-wings above her pussy. No prizes for guessing what color her fingernails and toenails were. To make sure that everyone got to see, she only ever wore a wide-brimmed black sun hat, black open-toed slippers and black lace elbow-length fingerless gloves. I haven't ever seen a concubine shift in black; if they existed, then she'd likely have had one. John was Navy, so he got to wear black as well. They made quite a couple when they were out together.

I think she was happy with the changes. It wasn't that easy to tell; as part of the Goth thing she had to look like doom and gloom all the time anyway. She didn't look any unhappier than before, and she'd been very into the Goth stuff for a long time, so I assumed she was OK with it.

John's other concubine was his mother. He just pushed her back to mid-twenties without doing anything special that I could see. She kept her smock on so I hadn't seen everything. He certainly didn't make her into a Goth like Nat.

The sponsors all had to look military, so they couldn't do anything too weird with themselves, and all the Marines had those big two-meter bodies, even the women. They only got to pick small details, or in Wayne's case, large details. The story was that he gave himself a stupidly big dick. Overcompensating, more than likely. He'd have to have modified his concubines to take it if it was as big as the rumor said it was. Typical Wayne. Nobody else was going to let him borrow their concubines if his dick wouldn't fit. I did ask around to see if anyone knew how big it was before, but nobody could tell. None of the girls would admit to having seen it stiff, and none of us boys would either. We'd only seen it small and soft in the showers back in school. How on Earth had he managed to get a 6.5?

... and see me as a kind of older brother with a bit of stepfather mixed in

One afternoon, the twins asked me up to their room on the pod's upper level. That was unusual, since they normally didn't like anyone else going in there. Mostly it was just them, and sometimes Isabel. They sat next to each other on one bed, with me sitting on the other, facing them. The two of them looked at each other, doing that silent communication thing they sometimes did. Then they turned back towards me.

"Are you going to be our dad now?" Latisha asked.

That rather floored me. In around eight months I would be a dad for real, but I hadn't thought of the twins that way. They were part of the family of course, but I still thought of them as more Isabel's than anybody else's. I didn't really know what Isabel's domestic arrangements had been, so that made it more difficult to think what to tell them. I got the impression that her husband hadn't been around for a while -- she'd hardly mentioned him at all -- but I didn't know any details. We were all working at getting used to our new lives; our old lives didn't seem so important now. We couldn't afford to look back all the time. I decided to waffle until I could get my head round a proper answer.

"I'm not really sure. I sort of am, and I'm not at the same time."

That got me a skeptical look from the pair of them. They could tell I was bullshitting.

"Well... I'm not in charge, or even second."

They both nodded. "Jun-Hee's in charge and Diane is second. We know that," Latisha agreed.

"Right, and for you two, your mother comes next." Again I got two nods. "So that puts me fourth at most." At that point I had an idea, "How do you think Laxmi fits in?"

Again, Latisha took the lead, "She's like an older sister."

"Well I'm about the same as Laxmi, so that would make me an older brother."

That got me two frowns. "You can't be our brother because you're doing it with Mother."

I nodded, "Yes I am, which is why I said I wasn't sure. I'm a sort of mixture of step-dad and older brother. A brother plus, maybe?"

That got me two thoughtful looks. At least it was an improvement on their earlier skepticism.

"Some things up here aren't set up the way they were," I went on. "Families are differently organized. Stuff doesn't fit together the same way it did before. That's why I'm in between a dad and an older brother, instead of all one or all the other." That just about exhausted my thoughts on the subject. Luckily they seemed to accept what I had said, for the moment at least.

"We'll think about it," Latoya told me, and politely showed me to the door.

Afterwards, thinking about what they had asked, it was actually a very good question. I would obviously be the dad for any children born in our pod, but I wasn't quite that for the twins. I was caught in this kind of limbo, between older brother on one hand and stepfather on the other. There wasn't much any of us could do to change things, so we were just going to have to get used to it.

Later that evening, after the twins were in bed, I talked to Isabel about it.

"Good question," she agreed. "A couple of days ago the twins asked me if I was fucking you. I suppose this is the obvious follow on. What did you tell them?"

I explained my half-dad, half-big brother answer to her.

"That sounds about right. They haven't really had a dad around for a few years, so they're probably trying to work out how you fit in. Like you told them, you're not really a dad, but an older brother who fucks their Ma. Kinky." She laughed, and reached for my thigh.

... Diane is pregnant

There was no way Jun-Hee and Diane hadn't discussed things back on Earth before we were all extracted. They had to have known that Diane would be producing babies, just like all the other female concubines. They settled on Ted Mason as the sponsor to father Diane's first child. I wasn't there to see it done, but Laxmi told me about it afterwards. Diane lay back on the bed with Jun-Hee sitting on her face. Laxmi was kneeling between Diane's legs, licking her pussy to get it ready for Ted. The man himself was behind Laxmi, fucking her doggy-style, and working up a head of steam. When he was ready he pulled out of Laxmi, and she scrambled out of his way. He was quickly into Diane and sprayed his seed into her womb. Just as quickly he pulled out, and Laxmi went back to work on Diane's clit.

Laxmi didn't say how happy Diane was about having to do that. I hadn't noticed her acting any differently over breakfast the day after, so it couldn't have been too bad for her. I knew from Laxmi that they sometimes played with toys -- the replicators have an incredible range of stuff -- so Diane couldn't have been completely unused to penetration. Just not by a live dick.

.... and so is Laxmi

Jun-Hee talked things over with Laxmi and they chose John Riley as the father. Laxmi didn't catch the first night, so she had to go over to John's for a second night.

As a fair exchange for John's two nights with Laxmi, Jun-Hee got Elaine Cooper and her awesome assets for two nights. I'm not sure if they'd planned things, but Isabel wasn't in my bed the second evening, and Laxmi was in John's pod for the night. I was watching the end of some stupid film, and about to turn in alone, when Jun-Hee's voice came through the AI, "Steve. There's a present arriving for you. I think you'll like it."

Puzzled, I turned off the movie and waited. About thirty seconds later the door opened and Elaine Cooper stepped in, wearing a piece of red ribbon over one shoulder, tied in a bow between her boobs. Apart from that, all she had on was a big smile. "Do you like your present, Steve?" she said as she struck a pose in the doorway.

I can't remember what I said in reply. It was probably something suave, sophisticated and intelligent, like, "Unghh... whaaa... Mrs. Cooper?" My brain was definitely not engaged, having been shocked into numbness.

"Naughty boy, I told you to call me Elaine."

"Oh, sorry Elaine. I forgot." True. I had forgotten pretty much everything I knew as soon as she'd appeared at my door. All my blood had rushed to my dick.

I still wasn't fully functional, so Elaine took charge and led me to the bed. She gently pushed me back so I lay flat and grabbed hold of my stiff dick. "Hmmm, a nice one. And all ready for me too." She smiled at me, climbed on and squatted down, taking me straight into her tight, wet pussy in one go. "Ahhh, I needed that," and she started moving up and down on my stiffie.

I don't know how I managed to keep my brain from bursting. I WAS FUCKING MRS. COOPER! All those months sitting in her class fantasizing about her and her tits. We were fucking! Result!

I lay back, unable to move, watching her twin peaks jiggle and roll as she bounced on my dick. They looked magnificently firm with hardly any sag. She still had that stupid red ribbon on, so I moved a hand up to take it off. I didn't get the chance; she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand onto her breast. My head exploded again. I was mauling one of the two best tits in the world! I reached up with my other hand and doubled my pleasure. It didn't last for long enough. It felt like a hundred years, but my brain overloaded and I emptied myself inside her in six or seven huge spurts. I thought I'd have to go back into a med-tube and have half my guts replaced.

I slumped back, exhausted. I could die happy now, whatever happened. My life had reached its peak. I just wanted to lie back for a week or so to bask in the memories and recover.

Elaine decided differently. She rolled off and lay beside me, "Come on Steve, you got off, but I didn't. You have work to do."

"Urghhh, I'm shattered." I was, I'd been completely wiped out by the amazing experience.

"You can talk, so you can use your tongue. On me."

"Five minutes?"

"No. Now. Otherwise, the next time I'll do a reverse cowgirl."

What did she mean by that? Reverse cowgirl? That would put her facing away... and it would put her tits facing away as well. Oh no! That threat got me moving. I slowly crawled down to get between her legs. "Reverse cowgirl would be cruel and unusual punishment," I told her. "Aren't there rules against that?"

"Not here there aren't," she smiled. "Now get licking."

OK, spunk was not my favorite flavor, but I didn't complain. As long as I avoided her threat of a reverse cowgirl.... Like she said, I got licking.

After I got her off, I crawled back up the bed and lay beside her while we both recovered.

"Elaine, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Steve."

"Why me? I saw the crowd of sponsor boys round you at the pickup, so you must have a lot of offers."

"You're male, you're here and I like you, Steve. I've had my fill of pussy for the moment. I wanted some dick as well, and John is busy with Laxmi tonight, so I asked Jun-Hee and she said yes. Mind you, both she and Diane have you beat at pussy licking."

"Well, they get a lot more practice than I do," I pointed out.

"Don't worry, you'll get better with experience. You're already better than some of the sponsors who've licked me."

"I hope I'm better than Wayne."

"Not Wayne," she said. "Never ever Wayne. I agreed with John before I became his concubine that Wayne would never get a chance at me. Once he got his 6.5 CAP, Wayne would tell any halfway attractive woman in school, teacher or student, how big his dick was going to be and what he was going to do to her when she became his concubine."

"I knew he was an asshole, but that is just so fucking stupid." Even for Wayne it was stupid. Doing something like that was guaranteed to put anyone off him. My opinion of him dropped even further.

"He's an idiot all right," she agreed. "Everyone I talked to was going to avoid him like the plague."

"What about the other sponsors?" I asked. "Seeing what happened at the extraction, John must have a long queue outside his pod asking for a turn with you."

Elaine smiled, "He did. But he soon found a way to deal with it. He asked them what they could give him in exchange. Most of them could only offer one of their own concubines, and John didn't want that many one night stands. Jun-Hee offered something extra, fathering Laxmi's baby, so he accepted. He's still getting used to Paula and me, so he doesn't want too many distractions at the moment. I've already fucked a few sponsors, and no doubt I'll be fucking more in future. John knows I'm a valuable property up here. We don't really have money now we've left Earth, so barter is the thing, and I have a couple of very barter able assets."

Elaine mentioning her 'assets' reminded me, and I began twiddling her nearer nipple. "Paula is John's other concubine?" I confirmed.

"Yes. She's got a three-year-old kid so she has the mothering experience that John and I don't." She paused, "If you're going to play with my tit like that, then you'd better be ready for a second round."

I smiled, and carried on playing.