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Chapter 3 of 4.  A Swarm Cycle story.





  
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Alien Bear Baiting
Part: 3 of 4
Universe: The Swarm
Summary: A trip to Tulakat (a blockaded Sa'arm world) and a grunt's eye view
of the war on the ground there and home life at the nearby Marine base at
Truman.  'The Mercury Incident' is recommended reading first.

Keywords: MF MFF oral ScFi

Chapter 3

	It was a long night for Judy.  Ned fucked Ellie again once they had
retired to the bedroom that Judy had basically never allowed Ellie to occupy
-- and Ned apparently had the AI pipe the sounds of their pleasure into her
little force-field cell for her to listen to.  Ellie, encouraged, was LOUD and
happy and obviously VERY responsive; it didn't take a genius to realize that
putting Humpty Dumpty back together again wasn't going to happen.

	Judy had good reason to be happy that they had sex, as it turned out;
when it was over, Ellie had to go to the bathroom and looked in on her --
which kept Judy from having to piss herself, as she'd needed to go for a
couple of hours.  Ellie said nothing to her, and she was equally silent;
tonight wasn't the time to go threatening Ellie with dire consequences.  No,
it appeared that Judy was going to have to do considerable sucking up to
regain her favored position...  She did her business in silence and returned
to the corner without making trouble, her irritation at being stuck in an
unfurnished corner without a blanket or pillow unvented.

	If Judy thought she was going to make out at some time in the future,
she was deluding herself -- Ned knew better.  He knew that his just thinking
about it disturbed the stability of his home; once she got the upper hand
again, Judy might be more subtle, but she would be just as selfish and
controlling.  No, she'd had her run -- and she'd fucked it up.  Unless Marco's
other woman was a leader, the job would likely fall to Dolores -- and Judy
would pay for her part in having Dolores traded off, too...

	The platoons that had been deployed were on three-day pass, starting
today -- plenty of time to put the new order into place.  Ned was looking
forward to the whole thing; already, the changes had reaped real benefits as
far as he was concerned.  Ellie seemed happy to be tucked in close to him --
and he KNEW a finger-snap would have her nursing his cock -- and that was a
LOT better than anything Judy had offered lately...  Ned drifted back off with
his plan firmly in mind.

                        -----------------------

	The next morning, Ned was up early; he wanted his current women to be
down at the medical pod being worked on before there was any competition for
space even thought they HAD an appointment.  It was time to exercise his will
a bit, too, so his first word to Judy was, "Strip!"

	"What?"

	He couldn't hear her, but he didn't need to.  "I said strip.  Clothing
is a privilege; you have to earn it -- and you haven't.  So get out of your
clothes."  Ned stood there, watching her, his arms crossed.

	"Now, Ned..." Judy began.

	"Drop the field."  Ned strode forward and his hand came back.

	"Okay, okay!" Judy threw her hands up to protect herself...

	... And Ned shifted targets, punching her in the stomach.  Judy
collapsed, unable to pull air in through her paralyzed diaphragm.  Ned turned
around and walked back to beyond where the field had been and told the AI,
"Raise the field."  Then he addressed the shocky, gasping woman on the floor
inside, "I'll be back to check on you in a couple of minutes.  Be naked."
Then he stuck his head in the master suite and yelled, "Ellie!  Coffee and a
toasted bagel!  I'm hungry!"  Finally, he turned and headed off toward the
bathroom.

	It took Ellie maybe six seconds to stagger out of the bedroom, her
shift in her hand, headed for the kitchen.  She took in Judy collapsed on the
floor as she skidded around the corner, pursed her lips, and got back on track
for the kitchen; it wouldn't do to piss Ned off such that he did whatever he'd
done to Judy to HER!

	While Ellie needn't have worried, it was in her nature to do so --
and, frankly, if she was garnering attention of ANY type, she was happy about
it.  She'd been more or less furniture for months, but that had apparently
ended last night -- and she would do just about anything to see to it that Ned
was pleased with her and rewarded her with sex -- and, ultimately, children.
Things were looking up, and she wanted them to stay that way -- so when Ned
wandered into the kitchen a couple of minutes later, she asked him, "Should I
change anything?  Should I call you Master or something?"

	Ned snorted -- but Ellie was serious, and he realized it.  Backing out
through the doorway, he swept another glance at Judy, who was sitting on the
floor clasping her knees -- in an effort to cover herself, no doubt.  Ellie
didn't need verbal reminders of who was boss -- but Judy did...  Ned crooked a
finger at Ellie, leading her out to face the captive Judy.  "I've had Judy get
naked, because clothes are a privilege, and she hasn't earned any," he told
Ellie while eyeing his other concubine.  "Judy is a slow learner; she needs
someone to set an example.  And while you don't really need to call me
anything to remember who is boss, Judy will need a reminder.  That being the
case, I'm instructing you to call me Master until I revoke the order."

	Ellie permitted herself a slight smile, eyeing Judy, "Yes, Master."

	"Take off your clothes," Ned continued.  Ellie said nothing; she just
pulled her shift over her head and folded it neatly on the couch arm.  "Now
kneel," Ned directed.  "Sit back on your ankles with the tops of your feet
flat on the floor.  Is that comfortable?  Spread your legs a bit."

	Ellie had gotten down on order and was in position.  "Yes, Master,
it's okay."

	"This is the new rest position," Ned explained, "when you're naked.
Furniture is a privilege.  Judy, do it."

	Judy, of course, opened her mouth to argue -- but thought better of
it. Watching Ned like a hawk, she assumed the position, thinking, 'This will
settle out in a couple of days.  In the meantime, I can do anything Ellie
can.'

	"Good," Ned approved, looking on, then turned toward the kitchen.  "My
breakfast?"

	"Coming, Master!"  Ellie was up like a shot and running for the
kitchen.

                        -----------------------

	"This is how we'll operate when we leave here."  Ned declared as he
eyed Judy after breakfast.  "Nothing but air escapes that mouth until I say
otherwise, understand?  Just nod..."  Judy nodded, and Ned told the AI, "Drop
the field."  The AI did so, and Ned waved the pair up.  "Let's go."

	Transit to Medical naked was embarrassing for the women -- but not as
embarrassing as it could have been, since some sponsors just didn't allow
their concubines clothing in the first place.  The pair of them got looks --
even the occasional wolf whistle -- but everybody had concubines, so there
really wasn't that much demand for a pair of pretty marginal specimens.  At
Medical, the duty medics took the pair and popped them into pods right away;
normally, Ned would have had no priority at all, but they'd OBVIOUSLY never
been seriously worked on, so he was allowed what amounted to his first pass --
and since casualties didn't stay long, one way or another, the medics were
bored.  Specialist Four Chamberlain looked the pair over in their pods and
said, "Damn!  You couldn't do any better than that?  Where'd you get them,
anyway?"

	"I'm a purist -- or I thought I was," Ned countered.  "Would you
believe I was married to one of 'em?"  Back and forth banter led to some
revelations -- and some recommendations...

	Modifications took time -- pod time was for nanobot programming and
injection and some accelerated maintenance and repairs, but it would take over
a month for everything to be finished.  In the meantime, the changes would
occur gradually -- and would sometimes be painful.  The women spent two hours
in the pods before the medics helped them out and returned them to Ned.  "How
do you feel?" Ned asked Ellie.

	"Better..."  There probably wasn't any visible change, but Ellie could
SWEAR that her breasts were both a little bigger and a little closer set.  She
wanted to look at her ass in the mirror, too...  She remembered herself,
"...Master."

	"What about you?" Ned turned to Judy.  "Yeah, go ahead..."

	Judy opened her mouth -- and nothing came out!  It seemed like she had
to scream to get out a quiet whisper!  She became aware that Ned was grinning
evilly at her.  "You ordered this?" she husked.

	"Chamberlain suggested it," Ned replied.  "I'd have shut you off
totally, but while this makes things real hard, you CAN communicate.  When you
learn not to abuse it, maybe I'll give you more of a voice -- but it'll
probably be something more pleasant than what you had."  He pointed toward the
corridor, "Let's go -- I have other business."

	On the way back to their pod, Ned told the women, "There have been
changes made -- two new bedrooms and a nursery.  Get things organized; the AI
did the best it could, but there will be some things that will be out of
place."  He dropped them off, then headed off to collect his new acquisitions.

	Dolores looked up in surprise when he let himself into Marco's old pod
without announcing himself.  "Are you ready?"

	"Not quite," she replied.  "You're early."

	"Doesn't hurt anything."

	"Ned, about Judy..."

	"Don't even start!" Ned warned.  "The situation has changed.  I'm not
taking any shit -- and that includes from YOU!"

	Dolores blinked in surprise.  "Uh, okay..."

	"I'm trying to retrain Judy, and she needs examples for proper
behavior.  As a result, I'll expect you both to address me as Master for a
while.  I don't anticipate that it'll be forever, because I think it's stupid
-- but it will enforce a mindset on Judy.  Do you understand?"   His gaze took
in Margeaux, who had just waddled in.  It didn't take more than a glance for
Ned to realize that Marco's genetic legacy would have its first appearance in
a month or so.  While he was still pondering this, Margeaux responded quietly,
"Yes, Master," and dropped her eyes.  Turning his attention to Dolores, he
raised an eyebrow.

	"Oh!  Yes, Master!"  Dolores eyed Ned as if he'd grown an additional
head.  This wasn't the limp character that had collected her at pickup, then
let his shrew of a wife talk him into shoving her off on someone else!
Dolores held a grudge; she'd had a tough time for several days before she'd
attracted Marco's attention and escaped the Civil Service pool, and she hadn't
been pleased at all about being endangered again.  But Ned seemed to have
changed...

	"Good.  Let's see you nude..."

	Dolores frowned.  In the first place, he'd seen her that way -- even
if things hadn't gotten beyond that before Judy had intervened.  In the
second, she didn't want to go marching into the presence of that shrew at such
a disadvantage...  "Um, Master..."

	"Dolores, goddammit!  I have four women now!  One of them has to be
straw boss, and I was HOPING it would be you!  If you can't get your shit
together, though, I'm going to have to make other arrangements.  Looking at
Margeaux, here, I don't really believe she's capable -- no offense, Margeaux,
and it won't affect your safety, since it makes my life easier -- but I KNOW I
can't trust Judy, and if I can't trust you, either, I'm going to have to toss
you both and replace you with a team I CAN trust!" Ned ranted.

	Dolores blanched.  "When you put it like that, Master..."  Her shift
went over her head as if it was jet-propelled.  Ned's gaze didn't linger -- it
shifted to Margeaux, whose eyes popped as she realized that she was late
obeying.

	"Sorry, Master!" she apologized, throwing the shift off.

	Ned looked around and settled into an armchair.  "Come here, both of
you."  He reached out to touch Margeaux's bulging belly and swollen breasts.
"How close are you?"

	"About a month, Master."

	"Marco was my friend.  Genetics aside, Marco's children are my
children -- do you understand?  I don't want you to ever wonder," Ned
promised.

	"Yes Master."  Margeaux looked relieved.  "Thank you, Master!"

	Ned shifted his attention to Dolores, rubbing her less-protuberant
belly and palming a breast whose brown-nippled areole seemed to be twice the
size he remembered.  "And you?  How far?"

	"A little over six months, Master."

	"Sex?" Ned asked.  What he meant to follow the single-word query with
was, "Is is it a problem yet for either of you?" -- but he didn't get there.

	Instead, Margeaux bleated, "Please?"

	Ned blinked.  "What?"

	Dolores giggled.  "Something about pregnancy makes Margeaux horny two
hundred thirteen percent of the time..."

	"Oh."  Ned scratched his head.  "What's most comfortable?  Are there
any dangers?"

	"I don't think bending me over something would be smart, Master, but
on my back or on my side, or doggie..."

	"Oh, okay..."  Ned sat there, thinking.

	"Master?  I was serious.  If you have a moment..." Margeaux pled.

	"Now?" Ned blinked.

	"Please?"

	"Umm..."  Ned looked at Dolores, then back at Margeaux, who was
visibly anxious.  "Bedroom?"

	"Right this way..." Margeaux actually grasped his hand and tried to
tug him from the chair!  Ned rose and turned a bemused glance on Dolores, who
was trying not to laugh.

	"She's serious..."

	"Deadly," Dolores agreed, grinning.

	"Okay, cool..." Ned let himself be led off.

	To date, Ned hadn't had any requirement to be superhuman in the sex
department -- and he had some concerns because of it.  Ellie had delivered
more sex in twenty-four hours than Ned had gotten since he'd been picked up,
thanks to Judy's machinations, so he expected to perform marginally, at best.
He surprised himself -- and he surprised Dolores -- and he made Margeaux one
happy young lady by staying in the saddle for some fifteen minutes and four or
five of Margeaux's screaming orgasms.  Of course, it helped that Margeaux made
Ellie look frigid -- she lit off the first time within thirty seconds of
penetration with a scream that raised the hair on the back of Ned's arms and
bucked like a bronco!  Fortunately, Dolores was there to inform him that this
was normal, not Margeaux miscarrying or something.  Ned was amazed at the
flood he pumped into Margeaux when his peak finally would not be controlled
and roared over him -- and even more amazed when he rolled off and Dolores
engulfed his erection with her mouth -- and it remained steel-hard!  "Oh,
thank God!" Dolores gasped, and crawled atop him to squat over his erection.
"I don't think I could stand not getting any after THAT!"  Ned amazed himself
a second time; women late in their second trimester really aren't equipped
physically to ride cowgirl for long, so when Dolores ran out of energy, he
reached down and palmed her ass and proceeded to pound her into Paradise from
below!

	This DID overload him; even augmented, two rides like that, back to
back, were a bit much; Ned was grateful when Dolores rolled off and cuddled
up, turning him on his side and spooning from behind.  Margeaux pushed her ass
into his crotch, taking the other half of the sandwich, and placed his hand on
a swollen breast.  "That was WONDERFUL!"

	"Yeah!" Ned agreed, somewhat overwhelmed.

	Dolores stroked his arm and purred in his ear.  "I didn't expect that.
Marco -- well, Marco was supposedly pretty impressive before he became a
Marine -- and I think he refused sexual augmentation, thinking he didn't need
it.  Since we never had sex..."

	"Yeah."  Ned left it at that.

	Dolores did, too, more or less.  "That was... Wow!  Fantastic!"

	"Nobody's more surprised than me!" Ned puffed.  "I had Ellie like
three times last night -- I didn't figure I'd do a good job ONCE, let alone
TWICE!"

	"So, Master," Margeaux purred, "Tell us about your other women."

	"They're works in progress," Ned replied.  "Dolores probably told you
about Judy.  Well, Judy is being changed, inside and out.  For one thing, I
adjusted her bark..." he chuckled.

	"What do you mean, Master?" Dolores asked.

	"You'll see."

                        -----------------------

	After a half-hour of rest, Ned got them all up and ordered a grav
truck from the AI; expecting pregnant women to carry much of anything didn't
make sense, in his opinion.  The grav truck -- a dolly supported on an
antigrav field -- held all of their things for the trip, since they had few
possessions in the first place.  Ned released Marco's old pod upon departure.

	Ned smelled trouble the moment they arrived at his pod; Ellie looked
as if she was about to cry, and Judy looked sullen.  Well, Judy could STAY
sullen...  "Dolores, Margeaux, you should know that Ellie is neither beautiful
nor pregnant not through any fault of hers, but because I stupidly let Judy
run things.  I'm in the process of fixing both of those issues, but it will
take a bit.  As for Judy, well, that's her problem -- she was being Judy.  She
is ALSO under modification, and I guess at some point, I'll have to make her
pregnant -- but for the moment, she's on probation.  Don't take any shit from
her, because she is dead last in the pecking order around here -- and if it
appears at some point that she doesn't realize it, don't hesitate to let me
know!"  He waved at the couch.  "Sit, everyone."

	Things were a bit crowded; four women, two of them pregnant, had to
occupy a couch theoretically designed for three.  Ned stood there while they
sorted it out, ending up with Ellie sandwiched between Dolores and Margeaux,
and Judy occupying the spot on Margeaux's far side.  "Get used to each other,"
he directed, waving her back when Dolores made to sit elsewhere.  When they
were organized, he continued, "In the past, there has been some doubt in some
people's minds who was in charge around here.  It's really simple, though -- I
am.  That said, I don't tell people how to cook or make beds or whatever -- I
issue general guidelines and you make them work.  I suspect that there will be
a pecking order -- you can all work it out -- as long as Judy holds the bottom
rung, I don't care how it goes.  You can divide up the work however it makes
sense -- and as long as it gets done and nobody is being permanently damaged,
I won't interfere."  Ned grinned like a shark.  "Since Judy has expressed the
idea numerous times that nothing goes right unless she handles it, you may
want to let her do so..."

	The look on Judy's face was priceless.

	"No one is special here," Ned went on.  "No one has any preferred
status.  If anything, one of you who shall be nameless has fallen from her
perch and is now the least among you.  Don't come to me expecting special
treatment -- but you CAN come to me with serious issues.  If I decide to offer
one of you special treatment -- of ANY type, positive or negative -- it's MY
business -- but making assumptions regarding such treatment will be a great
way to get into the negative column -- right, Judy?"

	'"Yes, Master!" Judy piped.  Dolores' face took on a look of absolute
amazement.

	"Get along," Ned directed.  "Work with each other as a team.  Last but
not least, don't piss me off!"  He waved a dismissal.  "Get organized.  I'll
expect to see dinner at eighteen hundred.  Ellie, you're bed-warming; Margeaux
and Dolores have had theirs and Judy hasn't earned any."  Ned walked off,
leaving a couple of dropped jaws.

	"How long has he been like this?" Dolores whispered.

	"Since yesterday," Ellie related, eyeing Judy.  "He walked in and Judy
started giving him shit..."  She waited for Judy to say anything, but she
didn't.  "He basically knocked her halfway across the room and read her the
Riot Act!  Next thing I knew, we were having sex..."  She eyed Dolores.  "Did
he mean what he said about...?"

	"Uh huh.  He did us both before we left the old place," Dolores
nodded, adding, "It was good, too!"  Judy wrinkled her nose and turned her
head.

	"Um, look, if you get tired or anything..." Margeaux muttered.

	"Oh, did I mention that Margeaux is a nympho?" Dolores giggled.

	"She can have mine," Judy piped.

	"Judy," Ellie informed her, "I'd be careful if I were you.  In the
first place, Ned had your libido adjusted."

	Judy eyed her in shock, made to say something, and ended up covering
her face.  Ellie sighed.  "She just doesn't get it..."  Collecting Dolores and
Margeaux's hands, she rose.  "Come on, I'll help you unpack."  Judy sat a
moment, looking at where Ned was settled in a chair before the entertainment
center -- obviously ignoring them -- sighed, and got up to follow.

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