Part 9

Chrissy reached out, but Freddie was gone. She sat bolt upright in the bed, looking around. She was in their room, and the sound of running water came clearly from the open bathroom door. She stood up, pressing her hands to her lower abdomen experimentally. She wasn't nearly as sore as before, maybe if they were really careful.... She felt daring and wicked as she went to join him. He was surprised, but pleased when she slipped into the shower with him. "Hey Baby," he said, bending down to kiss her. "I was going to let you sleep."

"You taking Aunt Heather to her meeting?" It was pretty cramped in the shower, but there was enough room for her to kneel down in front of him and take him in her mouth. Gina had told her about doing that to a few of her boyfriends, and according to her, they liked it a lot.

It took only seconds for her to bring him to full arousal. It distracted him enough that he had trouble answering. "Yeah... you looked pretty... oh god that's good... looked pretty wiped out, and only... ahhh... one of us has to go."

The spray of the shower was a little annoying, and she had to work with her eyes closed. She felt too claustrophobic with the water running down her face and dripping off her nose to try and swallow his cock, but even without that it only took a couple of minutes before he filled her mouth with cum. By then she was dripping wet inside as well as out. She swallowed as fast as it came out, licking the head and shaft afterward while he groaned in pleasure. If anything, he tasted better this morning than last night, and it felt so hot to have such control over him. She could do this every day and not get tired of it.

He washed her all over when she finally let him go, using the foamy soap that came from a dispenser in the shower. Using his fingers, he brought her off twice before he finished. They toweled off together and headed back to bed, but just as they got there, the AI interrupted. "This morning's briefing is mandatory. If Private Clay does not escort the concubines Heather and Megan to the briefing, they will revert to standard Civil Service control. If that happens, it is probable that they will be transferred to another ship."

Freddie groaned in frustration. "Oh, hell."

Chrissy felt the same. "I guess you better go," she told him. She helped him into his uniform and put on her glasses and the robe he'd worn the night before. "Thanks for taking them, I really appreciate it. I'd go with you, but I need to decide what to do about Mom."

He kissed her again, hard. "I'll be back in time for breakfast," he said, then hurried over to the grav lift.

She stood there in the doorway thinking until he came back down, preceded by Megan and Aunt Heather. They were dressed in gray shifts and flip-flops. Aunt Heather looked worried and teary eyed when she came up to hug Chrissy goodbye, but fourteen-year-old Megan was all smiles. "Don't let my Mom get you down," she said, "I know everything will be okay. You'll make sure nothing bad happens to us."

Megan's childish confidence in her was more disturbing than Aunt Heather's tears. Chrissy was only seventeen; she wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility. Still, she tried to act as confident as she could. "That's right, everything will be fine."

"It sure will," Freddie chimed in. He stopped just long enough to kiss her again, slipping one hand up under the hem of the robe she wore to fondle her rear. "Love you Baby. I'll be back soon."

Chrissy watched them leave the pod, and then stood for a while in the bedroom doorway staring at the hatch. She could still feel his kiss on her lips and the touch of his hands on her body. She could still smell him on the robe she wore. As long as he stayed with her, everything would be alright, she just knew it. What she had to do was make sure she kept him. It wouldn't be as easy as her mother had had it. Daddy would have stayed with her forever if she hadn't driven him away. Chrissy would have to work to keep her man. She knew she wasn't beautiful, wasn't even very pretty. She was short and fat and her hair never did what she wanted it to. Freddie told her different, but when he had a girl who had to do everything he told her, Chrissy needed to give him lots of reasons to stay. Maybe the AI could give her some ideas. Other people were living in joint households, if she could see what things worked for them....

She went back into their bedroom, there was a desk with a terminal there, and sat down. Before she had a chance to get started, that Kitty girl poked her head in the door. "Mistress? Please, Mistress, may I talk with you?"

Mistress? What was she babbling about? "Yeah, okay, come on in."

Kitty came in on shaky legs and shut the door. She looked scared, really scared, but it wasn't until the slim, black-haired fifteen-year-old knelt at her feet, that Chrissy realized Kitty was scared of her. Kitty looked up, her blue eyes wide, hands clasped in front of her. "Mistress, I was told to talk to you. I need it. I need it so bad. Please Mistress, I think they did something to me, I've never felt like this, never this bad, not even close."

"What are you talking about Kitty?" She asked the AI too. <AI, what's going on? Did you do anything to her?>

"Please Mistress, I just gotta have him inside me. I can't take it anymore. He said that I have to ask you, that I belong to both of you and I need your permission."

<Sexual responses and libido are both increased as part of the standard medical screening. In addition the female concubine is showing symptoms of anxiety, most probably due to her uncertainty of the nature of her new status. Sexual intimacy, especially with her sponsor, will calm her.>

<You mean,> Chrissy subvocalized carefully, not wanting to show how much she disliked the implications, <that she needs to have sex with Freddie, and you changed her so she'd be that way?>

<That is an oversimplification, but essentially correct.>

Kitty moved closer, right between her legs. "Please Mistress, I know you don't have to share him, but I need it so bad. I can make it up to you... Please?"

<Sexual relations with her sponsor's joint household partner would be nearly as helpful to her situation.> The AI's 'voice' seemed to echo in her head.

While she was stunned by the suggestion, Kitty's slim fingers pressed her thighs apart, and Kitty's head moved under the robe. Kitty's soft lips sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure though her body, and she yelped in surprise. Kitty licked her, and this time Chrisy moaned, moving back away from the younger girl's questing tongue. Kitty moved closer and Chrissy grabbed her hair, seizing the dark strands and twisting the girl's head sideways.

"Stop that." Kitty struggled in her grip, so she twisted harder until the girl whimpered. "Be still, quiet." She stroked the girl's cheek with her free hand.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry, I thought you would like it, I'm so sorry, I won't... please...."

Chrissy put a finger to the girl's lips, and Kitty's frantic pleading cut off with a sob. "Shh.... I... I need to think. You just hold still, don't move." What Kitty had done had felt so good, and Freddie had told her she was in charge of who slept with whom. The AI said it would help the girl, who seemed right on the edge of some kind of breakdown. Maybe she should...?

Oh god, what was she thinking? Gina did things like that with other girls. Was Chrissy really just as much of a slut as her sister? Did Freddie want her to be like that? If it meant keeping him, she'd do whatever he wanted, but did he want that? What if she started and couldn't do it? Wouldn't it be worse to start and not be able to finish? Kitty started to squirm, and Chrissy absently gave her hair another twist. "Sshh... be still," she said, running her fingertips over Kitty's forehead and eyelids. Something inside her stirred. She'd been resenting the younger girl's intrusion, but there was something about having Kitty between her legs....

Freddie would be gone for another hour. He knew she'd been a virgin until last night, and that she'd never done anything with girls either. A quick subvocalized conversation discovered that the AI would only tell him if he asked and he probably wouldn't ask. Even if he did, their conversation could be interpreted as giving her permission to do it. She was willing to try it if he wanted her to. She even wanted to try it, but she didn't want to tell Freddie she'd do it and then chicken out when he was expecting her to follow through. "Kitty...," she hesitated, "Kitty, do you want to lick me there, or do you think you have to?"

"Mistress? I... I'm supposed to make you happy. I want to make you happy."

Chrissy hushed her again, putting her finger to the girl's lips. "Answer yes or no. Is it something you want to do? Something you enjoy doing?"

"Y... yes?" There was fear in her voice.

<AI?> Chrissy demanded. <Does she want to or does she think she has to?>

<There is evidence supporting both motivations. Last night, the concubine you refer to as Kitty performed cunnilingus on the concubine Harriet. Subsequent to that, the two concubines performed mutual cunnilingus. However, statements by the concubine 'Kitty' indicate that she understands her new role and will do anything required of her. Specifically, she will 'ask how high on the way up'. Do you desire further details?>

<No, thank you.> Chrissy traced Kitty's cheekbone with one finger, running it from there all the way down her jawline, to her chin. The girl's eyes were open wide, staring up into Chrissy's own, and her thin body trembled. She moved her finger to Kitty's mouth, lightly tracing her lips, the lips that had felt so good, and made her decision. "Don't be afraid Kitty, no one will hurt you. You've been a good girl and haven't done anything wrong. I was just surprised. Stand up please." Chrissy let go of the girl's hair and waited for the girl to get up. "Take off that shift, please."

Kitty stood facing her. She kept her hands to her sides even though it was obvious she wanted to cover herself. Chrissy looked her over, starting at her toes. Kitty's ankles and legs were thin, almost skinny, her waist was narrow. Her breasts were smaller than Chrissy's and perky. Kitty had shaved herself all over. It made her look younger than her fifteen years. She shivered, but it wasn't cold in the room. "Mistress?"

Chrissy stood up, and smiled, trying hard to put the girl at ease. She knew what it was like to feel scared and alone. Kitty was just a couple of inches taller than her, and the girl's thin hands were cold when she took them in her own. "Why are you calling me mistress? Did Freddie tell you to?"

"N... no, I thought I might be supposed to." She took half a step backwards.

Chrissy followed, moving the younger girl's hands up behind her back, then pulling her in tight. "My name is Christine, but my friends and family call me Chrissy. You want to be my friend right?" Kitty nodded in response. "What are you going to call me?"

"Chrissy...."

Chrissy let go of Kitty's hands, keeping one arm around the naked girl's waist and moved her other up to the back of Kitty's head. Chrissy gently tilted Kitty's head so they were eye to eye. "If we do this, you don't tell anyone, ever, understand?"

Kitty licked her lips. "Freddie might...."

"If he asks, you tell him, but only if he asks. I'm not sure I can do this, I might freak out. So if I say stop, we stop." Kitty, who had calmed down some, blanched. "Don't be scared," Chrissy told her, "you won't be in trouble. We'll just pretend it never happened. Got it?"

"Yes."

Chrissy pulled her head down and kissed her. It wasn't at all like kissing Freddie, but it was nice. Kitty's breast was firm under her hand, the skin of the girl's belly smooth under her fingers. She felt lower, and Kitty spread her legs to let her. When the tip of her middle finger brushed against Kitty's clit, the girl shuddered. Farther down, Kitty's slit was warm and dripping wet. Chrissy probed inside, then brought her dripping fingers up and smelled them. It was strange but familiar. Experimentally, she licked her fingers, aware that Kitty was watching. It was nice. She dipped her fingers in again and brought them up to Kitty's mouth. The younger girl didn't hesitate to lick them clean.

She kissed Kitty again, the girl's tongue probing against her own, then led her to the bed. She dropped her robe to the floor, and lay back on the bed, knees up. Kitty went to work eagerly. She was better at it than Freddie but there wasn't the same connection. Kitty worked her to an orgasm, and then Chrissy held her there by the hair until she did it again. Chrissy pulled her up, much too sensitive to let her continue. She stopped pulling when Kitty latched on to her nipple. She didn't suck hard, but gently as if it soothed her.

When Chrissy recovered, she rolled over, pressing Kitty to the mattress beneath her. Chrissy fed her the other nipple for a while, then moved lower, her fingers probing Kitty's pussy while the girl fingered her in return. Kitty had to stop when Chrissy moved lower to kiss the girl's small breasts, but Chrissy didn't. Kitty was already on the brink when she kissed her way down to the girl's hairless pussy. When Chrissy latched onto her clit, Kitty screamed and flailed. She didn't let up, sucking on and licking Kitty's clit while she rubbed the girl's G-spot with two fingers. When she finished, Kitty lay there panting.

"You want to play with Freddie?" Chrissy asked her. He would be back in fifteen minutes.

"Yes, please Mistre... Chrissy."

Chrissy helped her off the bed and picked the girl's shift up off the floor with her toes. "Put this on and go upstairs. Sometime today, it might be in a few minutes, or after breakfast, or even tonight, I'll have the AI call you. When I do, you get naked and come down here. Okay?"

"Yes, I'll come right down, whenever you say."

Chrissy put a hand on each side of Kitty's face and pulled her down for one more kiss. It still wasn't as good as Freddie's but it was warm and passionate. "Everything will be alright," she told the girl, hoping she was right. "Go on upstairs." She watched from the doorway to make sure she did, told the AI to keep everyone upstairs, and then lay on the bed to wait for Freddie.