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A Swarm Cycle story
Chapter 3



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 3 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF oral anal exhib ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 3

	"Scott?"  Rachel's voice was tentative.  "I didn't get all that..."

	"Okay, Honey, Bun," I told her.  "The gentleman just made me an offer
and I accepted and I've moved up in the world.  What that means to you is
less clear, and sort of depends upon perception.  You might have moved up, or
down -- or sideways.  I accepted a position and the benefit to me is that I
go from 'maybe someday you'll be picked up,' to 'you're already a sponsor and
we'll be leaving you here for a certain time with a job to do, but then
you'll go to the stars.'  How am I doing so far?" I asked the Civil Service
guy.

	"Decent," he shrugged.

	"What that means to you is that I can make you my concubine right
now, but I'm not leaving Earth for a week or so.  If you say yes..."

	"Yes!"

	"Wait..." I cautioned.  "What I'm going to be doing is dangerous --
like early this evening was dangerous.  I can probably place you on a nice
safe ship in orbit while I do what I'm doing, but then we'll be apart until
I'm done."  The Civil Service guy nodded.  "Or we've been talking about
tuning me up physically so I can avoid danger better -- and the option to do
that is available to you, too, if I want it.  But you could STILL get killed
hanging out with me, just as I could STILL get killed despite my experience
and the additional tools.  The up-side for you is that you'll be with me and
you get to see your family for a few more days, but the down-side is that you
and they will be in more danger than you would be if I just parked you on a
ship -- assuming that you WANT to be my concubine."

	Rachel smiled impishly.  "Do I get a collar and leash or something?"

	"That can be arranged," the Civil Service guy chuckled.  "You realize
that all of the standard pickup rules apply, Young Lady.  You will be his
property, whether you are on Earth or not."

	Rachel whirled on me.  "I'm real good with this, Sweetie!  REAL
good!"

	"Okay, well, before I lock you down, I'm going to give you one final
choice, Honey Bun.  Do you want to wait for me on a nice, safe ship, or do
you want to parade around with me down here, knowing I'll have a bullseye
painted on me somewhere for the next week or so?"

	"Would I be helping?" Rachel asked.

	"Parading around in nothing but a collar and leash?" The Civil
Service guy chuckled.  "Yeah, you would light him up like a blue light
special!"  He rubbed his face.  "I don't know if I would recommend that."

	"I'll do it!  I want to stay with you!" Rachel reached up and clung
to my neck.

	"Okay, how formal do we have to get..." I asked.  "Does 'Rachel, will
you be my concubine' do?"

	"Does 'Yes?' do?" Rachel added.

	"That's fine," the Civil Service guy agreed.

	"Okay.  Rachel, will you..."

	"Yes!"

	"... be my..." I struggled on.

	"Yes!"

	"...concubine?"

	"Yes!"

	"I think we have it," the Civil Service guy carped, rolling his eyes.
"Come on, we'll take you out the way we came in..."  He led off, and I held
Rachel's hand as we threaded our way to an otherwise empty office with a
transport pad in it.  The guy turned to Rachel and gave her the eye and I
said, "Come out of the dress, Honey Bun."

	"Okay."  The yellow sundress hit the floor without fanfare.  I could
tell the guy wasn't thrilled, but Rachel looked fine to me!  Was she a
swimsuit model?  Hardly.  Her figure wasn't any hourglass, although she
wasn't pear-shaped, either.  She was a little wide and a little thick and
things kind of went from her shoulders to her hips with only minor bulges.
She had a bit of a belly, but it wasn't huge and it didn't sag or anything --
it just bulged enough to deeply indent her navel.  Her ass just missed being
blocky by being a touch rounded.  Her titties weren't huge, but they were a
good handful and displayed themselves well -- rounded cones that swung out to
the side a bit when not pressed together by a bra.  Nipples the size of an
eraser stuck out from brown areolas about the size of a fifty-cent piece.
She was thick and rounded, but not roly-poly.  Take a chubby, smiling, baby-
fat ten year old and size her up and stick titties on her and you have
Rachel.  Her smile was a little nervous until I grinned back and held out my
hand, at which point it lit up the room until we stepped onto the transporter
pad and left it.

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

	There was a flurry of activity on arrival -- we went straight to
Medical and got tubed, Rachel first.  The tech was surprised when he
displayed Rachel in 3-D and I said, "No visible changes.  Scars or broken
bones or whatever, but I like her as she is.  I want her senses sharpened a
bit and her reaction time reduced as much as makes sense.  If she has any
obvious weak spots, work on that.  I know, she looks a little like a guinea
pig -- but she's cute and I don't think she would be AS cute if she got
seriously messed with."

	The tech shrugged and popped his eyes, but an AI announced itself by
saying, "The subject's musculature is well-adapted to the enhancements
requested.  Despite the fact that she does not appear to fit the norm for
requested specifications, the subject's muscular and skeletal systems are
robust and her body fat percentage is less than the visuals suggest."  The
tech shrugged and started programming the tube.

	"You get similar," the Civil Service guy, whom I gathered from
context when others addressed him was a Decurion, told me.  "No huge Marine
makeover -- we'll just sharpen you up and strengthen you and shove knowledge
inside your head for you to sort out later.  We're shooting for dropping you
back on the surface around one a.m."

	I rolled my eyes.  "Her folks are gonna LOVE that!"

	"It's irrelevant at this point, isn't it?" the Decurion replied.

	"Guess you're right," I agreed.

	"In you go, Ensign," the Decurion said, waving.  "I won't be here
when you come out -- the AIs will see to it that you get a quick conference
with your superiors on your way to get your equipment.  This is a Navy
operation -- I just happened to be the Confederacy rep on the ground.
Diplomacy, you know..."  I suppose that made him a politician?  I didn't
worry too much about it as I climbed into the tube -- and then I worried
about nothing for a while...

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

	Rachel seemed disposed to whine a bit when I came out.  "You didn't
change anything?"

	I beckoned her with a crooked finger.  "I got you a collar," I
pointed out.

	She fingered it and dimpled.  "I know, but..."

	"I like you as you are," I told her.  "I didn't want to change the
essential you.  You don't need to look like some magazine ad.  Besides, we're
going back where we were and changing you a lot might tip our hand."

	"Okay."  Rachel wasn't going to let it bother her.

	"If there is something out there that you really don't like, we can
discuss it at a later date," I added, "but I want to work with the original
model first.  As it is, you've been modified a bit internally to be stronger
and faster and a little sharper in the hearing and sight departments.  Now we
need to leave..."  I pointed at the way out, which was apparently being
displayed by a HUD hooked up to my optic nerves.  "As it is, your folks are
gonna be LIVID!"

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

	Thirty very busy minutes later, I was outfitted with money and a
mission order and various small items of equipment in a case and Rachel was
collecting her discarded sundress from the floor where she'd left it and
donning it.  The cops I was to team with had gone off-shift, so we went out
to get in my car and Rachel directed me to her parent's place.

	There was a light on, which sucked as far as I was concerned.  If her
Daddy was up, I might have to clock him, I figured...  Rachel opened the door
and we let ourselves in.

	Momma -- Faye -- was snoozing in a chair.  She popped awake and eyed
us, wiping her face to get it to work again after having fallen asleep.
"It's late," she said, unnecessarily.

	"Yes, Ma'am," I responded.

	"You brought her home."

	"Yes, Ma'am."

	"There's something else, isn't there?" she asked, sitting up in the
chair.  "You aren't leaving, are you?"

	"No, Ma'am."

	"Roger isn't going to be thrilled."

	"That's... irrelevant," I said carefully.   "The situation has
changed -- quite a bit, actually.  Won't he be pleased if she's picked up?"

	Faye eyed me.  "Well, more or less -- but he won't like the idea of
Rachel giving herself to you based on the idea that you might get picked up
someday..."

	"You know," I replied, "I really don't think Rachel gives a damn what
my CAP score is.  On the other hand, the whole issue is irrelevant; you see,
it's a done deal -- we just spent several hours in orbit.  Rachel IS my
concubine and she has ALREADY been picked up!"

	Faye crossed her arms over her chest -- which led me to notice that
it had some size to it.  "Tell me another one!  If that was true, BOTH of you
would be gone!"

	"Not if I'm on Earth on official Confederacy business!" I pointed
out.

	"What KIND of business?"

	"Smoking out Earth First cells," I replied.  "It's a temporary
assignment -- VERY temporary -- and we'll probably be gone within the week,
but I thought Rachel might like to spend that time with her family, even if
you DID have to put up with me!  We can certainly leave, though..."

	"Can I pack a bag, Sweetie, or should I just plan to go naked?"
Rachel piped up.

	"Rachel!" Faye rasped.

	"Momma!" Rachel snapped back.  "Wake up, Momma!  This is for real!
You don't call me down any more -- you can ask Scott to, but he CERTAINLY
doesn't have to listen to you!"

	"You need to be able to prove this..."

	<Interfacing with the family computer...> an AI announced on my
internal channel.

	"Where is your computer?" I asked.

	"In the den..."  Faye eyed me oddly.

	"Lead me to it."

	Poker-faced, Faye led me to the den.  The machine was clearly
powering up on its own, coming out of hibernation.  After a moment, the
screen lit with a Confederacy sigil.  "Ensign Harshman is on Earth on
temporary duty for the Confederacy, interacting with local law enforcement to
identify and neutralize Earth First cells.  This information is secret, but
since the Ensign has already provided it, confirmation is possible.  Should
you desire to confirm this with a Confederacy representative, you may call
this telephone number and be connected with a project officer at Moonbase."
A telephone number flashed on the screen.

	"And you are?" Faye asked.

	"An AI," the computer replied.  "Designations would be meaningless to
you, but Ensign Harshman is directly linked to several AIs."

	Faye pursed her lips.  "Roger is still likely to flip out first and
ask questions later..."

	"The Ensign is armed," the AI declared.  "You may wish to adjust your
loyalties.  Ensign, since you have acquired her offspring, you may want to
examine the mother..."

	"What was that?" Faye blurted.

	"Which part?" I asked.  "The part where it told you I can take care
of myself, or the part where it reminded me that I have three concubine slots
left and where Rachel is concerned the apple may not have fallen far from the
tree?"

	"Uuuhhh..."  Faye looked dumbstruck.  "It just recommended that you
look at ME?"

	"It did."

	"Oh, my!" Faye muttered, dazed.  "I...  You...  We...  I'm, uh,
convinced.  Please don't shoot Roger or anything.  I think I'll... go to
bed..."

	"Good night, Ma'am," I said politely.  The AI let go of the computer
and it lapsed into hibernation.

	Rachel giggled.  "You sure rattled Momma's cage!"

	I grinned.  "Well, the AI helped."

	"It sure did!"  She pulled me into a hug.  "Can we go to bed now?"

	"Absolutely!"

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

	It was too late in my estimation to have sex -- two or three in the
morning.  We got naked and cuddled and kissed and caressed and got happy, but
we fell asleep in each other's arms.

	The morning was a different matter, however.  I woke to a warm, wet
mouth on my hard cock at about eight a.m.

	"Hey, uh," I muttered, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.

	"Sweetie, I've GOT to have this!" Rachel declared, then eyed me
sidelong and grinned impishly, "Or is that 'Master'?"

	"Well, it might be..." I grinned back.

	"Oh, Master, I've been so good!  Can I play with it?" Rachel laid it
on thick.

	I laughed.  "Since you've been a good little concubine..."

	"Goody!"  She surprised me by rising and crawling over my midsection
and rubbing my cock in a VERY wet split, then going slowly vertical, impaling
herself.  It wasn't as quick as that -- I was only a couple of inches inside
her when I said, "Hey, I though you weren't that experienced!"  Frankly, her
pussy was busy supporting that assertion by being clearly bored open by my
erect probe as she sank onto it.

	"I'm not!" she gasped, "but I want it so bad..."  There was something
in her voice that gave me chills...  No woman had ever used that particular
tone with me -- not during sex, especially!  Her hands were on my shoulders,
helping her balance as she sank slowly onto me, so I reached up and palmed
both of her breasts, helping to support her while working her erect brown
nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.  Rachel sucked in a gasp through
her nose and shuddered and her pussy pulsed and settled two inches deeper on
the momentary release and a sudden wash of lubrication.  A moment later, her
short brown pubes were tangled with mine and she put her hands on her thighs.
"Omigod!  It's as big as it looks!" she gasped.  Then she started rising and
falling on my cock, creating the illusion of a noisy one-cylinder engine as
she grunted, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  OMIGOD!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh,
SHIIIIT!!!"

	That last screech coincided with an orgasm; she started wriggling
like a snake on my cock and I know my eyes must have bulged, but I wasn't
QUITE ready to blow, so when she stopped to pant for a moment with a beatific
smile on her face, I managed to get control of things.  Then she took off
again, full bore -- and I bit my lip to contain myself as the sensations
built while Rachel got louder and louder!  To distract myself, I looked away
-- to discover Faye and Nick at the door, wide-eyed, watching Rachel drive
herself onto me like a crazed thing!

	Then Rachel screeched again, wailing, "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" and
exploded a second time -- and THIS time, I couldn't hold back and tried to
bore a hole in her cervix from the pressure of the blast of semen I let loose
in her and her eyes got huge and she yelled, "OH, FUUUUCK!!!!" at the top of
her lungs and I didn't give a shit WHAT her momma thought because I was in
nirvana!

	Rachel crashed and I discovered that I was holding her up by my grip
on her tits, so I lowered her onto me and stuck my lips on her sweaty neck
and sucked, just above her collar.  Rachel groaned and wriggled and clutched
me and worked her legs out and down so that she was draped atop me.  She
started jerking, and I realized that she was crying.

	"Promise you'll keep me forever!" she begged brokenly.  "I'll do
ANYTHING!"

	I didn't have a lot of blood flow in the big head, so I limited
myself to "Okay."  I heard the door close, distantly, but I was more involved
with my woman.

	After a moment, I realized that I was still hard!  When I flexed my
cock to confirm it, Rachel came up on her elbows, her eyes wide.

	"You aren't!"

	"I am."

	"Can we roll over?"

	"I insist!"  Ten seconds later, we had rolled to our right and
Rachel's knees were up on either side of me as I got my legs under me so I
could plow her properly.  We were too close to the edge of the bed, so I
grabbed her hips and hauled her back to the center of the bed, then threw the
slide-hammer into gear and began pounding on Rachel's cervix.  Well, I wasn't
ACTUALLY pounding it, but I was touching it at full depth -- the impacts were
on her pubic mound, and they were steady and fairly rapid!  Rachel's response
modified itself for my high-speed stroke to "O --O -- O -- O -- O -- O -- OH!
O -- O -- O -- O -- O -- O -- OH!" -- followed after VERY few cycles by,
"OOOOH, JEEEZUS!  AGAIN!!!"  She went wild under me, undulating and bucking
like a bronco, causing me to stop pounding and hang on while she worked her
way through her peak before collapsing, panting and reaching up to cradle my
cheeks.  "Oh, God, Sweetie!  If I wasn't ALREADY yours, heart and soul, I
would be NOW!  FUCK ME!  GIVE ME BABIES!"

	Somewhere in my head a circuit breaker popped and I lost ALL control!
I couldn't tell you how long we went or how many orgasms Rachel had -- or how
many I had, for that matter, because I think I flooded her more than once
before crashing and burning!  There was nothing in the world going on but her
body undulating under mine as we tried our damnedest to merge into one
organism, linked at the crotch.  Someone could have come up and put a gun to
my head and I'd have killed him with one hand and not been distracted from
the incredible sensations I felt while plowing my woman!  Eventually, though,
her pussy was sucking my whole body inside her while she milked every last
little wiggler out of my balls -- which were going full-bore at delivery --
and when I ran out, the lights dimmed, and went out...

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

	When I awakened, Rachel was purring and clutching me -- but she
wasn't conscious.  I leaned in and kissed her neck and murmured, "I have to
pee, Honey Bun," and her eyes slowly slid open and she muttered, "I love you
to death..."

	"You almost did!" I chuckled.  "Let me go and point me at the
bathroom, Hon."

	"I thought you peed in me!" Rachel giggled.  "The wet spot is a
lake!"

	It WAS, too!  And it was all semen and feminine juices!  "Damn!" I
exclaimed.  "Do you think a horse got to you while I was out?  There is NO
WAY I could have done all that!"  The sheets were soaked in an area the size
of a platter -- and more was trickling out of Rachel while I watched!

	"It was a horse all right!" Rachel giggled, "A horse named Scott.
You're HUGE -- you know that?  Omigod!"  She cupped her mons and reached for
her nightgown.

	"Who is likely to be here?" I asked.

	Rachel looked at the clock -- it was a bit after nine.  "Momma.  Nick
should be on his way to class.  Daddy is long gone to work."

	"Wear nothing, then.  Your mother and Nick were BOTH standing gaping
in the door when we finished the first round, so they've seen us both naked.
Run and get ahead of me, Honey Bun -- I want to watch your butt wiggle!"

	"Yippeee!"  Despite holding her crotch, Rachel managed the cutest
little dance that made her jiggle in some VERY interesting places before
padding off down the hallway.  I followed almost closely enough to be
touching her swaying ass.

	We met no one.  Rachel settled on the toilet and began releasing her
bladder and dribbling out my excess, apparently without embarrassment.  "Ooo!
That looks sticky!" she announced, pointing at my cock.  "Let me clean it
up!"

	"Okay..."

	"Well come here..."

	I figured she was going to rub my cock with toilet paper -- something
guaranteed to make things worse -- but instead, she sucked it in!  Despite
the recent insanity, I got hard!  Rachel made love to my cock with her mouth,
popping off to tell me, "I LOVE the taste!" and sucked my balls and my pubes
and got every nook and cranny -- and I thought for a while that I was going
to find ANOTHER load to drop, but she was cleaning me more than fellating me
and I managed not to spew anything fresh, if you don't count a little pre-
cum.  By the time she got up to wash her twat with a wet washrag, I had
subsided enough to be able to piss, after which she detailed my dick with the
washrag and we were ready to leave the bathroom.

	We ran into Faye right away as we departed the bathroom, naturally.
Faye took one look and made to back away.

	"Hi, Momma!" Rachel sang out gaily.

	"You two..." Faye gurgled.

	"What?" Rachel was all innocence.  I let her carry the ball.

	"Well, you're naked, for one thing!"

	"I'm a con-cu-bine!  I get to BE naked, all the time!" Rachel could
have been twelve, from her tone of voice.

	"Yes, well..." Faye absorbed that while trying not to gaze at my cock
and moved on to, "That exhibition you two put on this morning!  I'd never
seen anything like it in my life!"

	"Do you watch a lot of people have sex, Momma?" Rachel asked
innocently.

	"I... uh...  Rachel!"

	"Well?"

	"Well, no..."  Faye rubbed her face.  "I sent Nick off to school
after the first bout -- and I'm glad I did!  It was NOTHING compared to the
SECOND!  Just the sounds..."  Faye turned red in the face from just
remembering, apparently.

	"So how much did you see, Momma?" Rachel teased.

	"Enough!"  It was a croak.  "Your father would have had an attack!
I'm so glad he was at work...  You, well, you can't do that here, kids -- not
when he's home.  There are, well, several reasons..."

	<Roger Mercer has seen his medical professional for high blood
pressure and erectile dysfunction,> the AI supplied.  <Faye Mercer is showing
elevated heart rate and respiration and other indications of sexual
frustration brought on by arousal during a period of abstinence.>

	'Too much information!' I thought back.  'Besides, I can see her
eyes...'  They were trying HARD not to get caught measuring my erection --
which, by the way, was a bit more robust than I ever remembered it being...

	"I guess we were lucky," I ventured.  "Why don't we have coffee or
something.  I DO smell coffee, right?"

	"Yes..."  Faye seemed reluctant to turn her back to me.

	Rachel was wearing her collar, so I asked the AI for a communications
patch.  'Is Momma okay?' I beamed at her.

	'No,'  Rachel pursed her lips.  'Daddy is a pain -- and he's getting
worse.'  She eyed me sidelong.  'I remember what the AI said last night,' she
broadcast, 'and I guarantee Momma does, too!  What do you think of Momma?'
She grinned that impish grin of hers.

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