Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright (C) 2010 by Aaror The Swarm Cycle Universe Copyright (C) 2007 The Thinking Horndog Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely coincidental. Content: MF oral --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Thomas sat in the pew and fumed, just like most of the congregation. He knew the drill but even so, every time the fiery preacher talked about the "alien devils," or "race traitors," he stood up and shouted with the rest of the flock. He was new, but not surprised when a balding fellow looked him up after the sermon. "Hi friend, my name's Phil, Phillip Lower." "Hi Phil, Thomas Franklin, but you can call me Tom." "Thank you kindly Tom, did you enjoy the sermon?" Thomas frowned, "Well, I don't know about enjoyed. I agreed, but I'm not sure what good it does shouting and then going home to sit on my hands while the aliens steal all our women." Thomas allowed his anger to leak out as he spoke. "Shhh, I hear ya man, but you don't want to be saying that shit too loud." Phil urged. "Listen, there're a few friends of mine you should meet. You come over to my place tonight and get a few beers." Thomas talked with the man a little while longer, and left with an address and an agreement to be there at 6 p.m. that night. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Phil smiled when Thomas showed up, then led him into a living room where four men sat drinking beer. "Tom, this is John, Jake, Robert..." "You can call me Bob," the heavyset man interrupted. "And Fred," Phil continued. "They all agree with you about what we were talking about earlier..." "Earth First!" Tom yelled. "Shhh, not so loud, we don't want to draw the confeds attention-we can do more for the cause that way." John had spoken, smiling at Tom to take the sting out of the rebuke. "Sorry," Tom acted suitably chastised. "So what do you do?" John asked. Tom paused, and looked carefully at the others, "Well, I was a miner, and doing demolition for, I guess we should call it "the cause," on the side. All my friends got wacked in an extraction. I wasn't with them, and I knew someone would be hunting for me, so I moved on." "Demolition? That's handy. Are you good at it?" "Before I left my job, I was a blasting engineer, blowing up rock was my job. You point me at a building and I will take it down!" Tom had allowed his voice to rise again, and almost stood up as he spoke, but John put a finger to his lips and Tom settled back into his seat. "Engineer, you got a CAP card?" John asked suspiciously. Tom grinned wryly, "Yeah, and you won't believe it-it isn't fake though." Tom pulled out his card, a 7.6. "Here is the thing though, my wife scored higher, then was taken from me, she is out there, and I am stuck here, and even if I am extracted, I won't ever see her again. I hope she is in a better place, but the Confeds broke up my marriage." Anger and grief started to take over his face, "I lost my wife, my life, my soul. I have nothing left but revenge." The other men were taken aback by the response, and the anger in Tom's voice. It took a while after his statement for anyone to speak. "We could definitely use you." John said. "Listen, there is a testing station downtown we haven't been able to hit it because it is next to a police station, any ideas?" Tom frowned, "Well, can we take a look at it first? I don't know the layout, so I can't really tell if a car bomb is best, or if we can drop a backpack charge. Don't worry though, those Confed's will pay!" John smiled, "Anyone up for a drive?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- He took a look at the place, there was a police station next door, but it was just some sort of district office. On the other side was a café, which gave him the plan. He told John what supplies he would need-mostly stuff you could get at a grocery store, Tom knew a lot about chemistry, and wouldn't ever need to read the Anarchist's cookbook. After driving by the place three more times, he went to the café near closing time and "forgot," his backpack behind a bookshelf. There were no police on the street when it went off, and no one was in the Café or the testing station, but it was one heck of a fireball. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- The next morning Tom got a call from John. "Nice work that, you hit them hard." "Not hard enough, I wasn't able to take any of them out, not without killing cops. I don't plan to get caught... But I'm looking forward to you giving me a target that I can do some real damage to. Someplace I can hit during the day." John chuckled, "Soon enough, soon enough. Listen, you know the guys you met earlier? Well, we are having a bit of a meeting at the church, along with some other folks that want to congratulate you. Preacher is calling it a miracle, but everyone else knows better. With your help we can finally do some real damage to these folks!" It was a Saturday, but the Preacher was there, along with half of the flock-all men. John spoke to everyone, "I wanted to introduce everyone to our newest member, Thomas Franklin, who has struck a mighty blow against the ungodly and aliens in the name of our cause!" The congregation apparently knew of the event, with a lot of "Amen," and "Hallelujah," from the crowd. Tom asked John "So all the folks here are," he lowered his voice, "Earthers?" "Yes, you are among brothers." John reassured. Thomas was surprised, normally he had to spend more time, do more "proving," of his intentions, before he met the entire cell-granted, this might not be everyone, but if he missed a few, who cared, as long as he hurt Earth First like they hurt him. Then the preacher interrupted his thoughts, "I would like to give a short sermon in thanks to the Lord, and then our monthly meeting can start earlier than usual-new business giving us a happy reason to alter our usual schedule." Tom looked at John, "Um, I hate to say this, but I have a small bladder, is there any way he could wait a sec?" John smiled, "Oh, don't worry about it, just go and hurry back." Tom knew where the bathroom was from the earlier visit, conveniently right near the front door. He didn't bother grabbing his suitcase, just absently flipped the handle over the lock-you wouldn't notice him pressing the stud unless you knew just when and where to look. As he walked out of the church, the fireball reduced everyone inside to ashes, and the stained glass windows showered glass on the lawn. He had cut it a little close, but didn't want anyone to get suspicious. Tom wished he could have let them know, given them some warning that they were about to be punished for their crimes. He began crying, every time he struck, he remembered why he was doing this. The memory slammed into him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- About a month earlier... Tom was running late, his wife had gone to the testing station, after hearing Tom's score. He thought she would score higher than him, and hoped to put together a large family, and get assigned together. She had called him, bragging about an 8.2, and they had talked briefly about which students or research assistants they wanted to bring along. She had been asking about taking a few single mothers, and Tom had agreed, happy to make her happy. Reaching the lot near the station, he looked through the window, and saw her, just outside the station. Her face lit up when she saw him, and (as always when he saw her) he fell in love with her all over again. Then there was a flash of light, and the windows shattered, scattering odd squares of glass all over the seat. He looked again, and saw her on the ground, blood spoiling her reddish blonde hair. In a daze he stepped out of the car, walking towards her, knowing she had to be all right. Two huge people-both women-appeared nearby and rushed to her, but quickly shook their heads. Tom reached her, and held her, realizing what they meant, it was too late. "Earthers'," One of the giant women said, and growled, "Five dead, and this is the third bomb this week." Tom just stared at his wife, at the woman stolen from him by the blast. It took a few days for Tom to escape his funk, and two more to track down the people who did it. The group met in a church, and the bomber bragged -- BRAGGED -- about the deaths of sponsors and marines. Tom had brought a few things from work, chemicals, and some mixing equipment. The church had gone up like a tinderbox, which you would expect from 4 aluminum fires starting simultaneously at all entrances. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- The Present... Terri Niers, LT, Fleet Auxiliary frowned. This was odd. There had been four bombings of test centers, all with no loss of life and minimal collateral damage -- not that she wasn't happy that the damage was light, but it was odd, why attack the Confederacy and then work so hard to not kill anyone? Even odder was that in each of the cities hit an Earth First cell had been wiped out shortly afterwards -- two that the Confederacy hadn't known about until the blast was investigated. There was another, similar blast near where a testing center had taken out all the staff, several innocent bystanders, and two high score candidates. Nine of the blasts, all the Earth First cells (including three churches) and the non-fatal testing center blasts had similar "fingerprints," as though they were all done by the same person or team. The first blast was different, looked like whoever did it was lucky the bomb even went off. Suspicion fell on a fellow who died in the second blast -- at a local firebrand church. Looking at the map, there was a loose pattern, it wasn't a straight line, but each pair of explosions happened a few hundred miles away from the last, and further from the explosions before. She was pretty sure it was one person or a small group. It took a while to dig, but eventually she found that the husband of a woman killed in the first explosion had disappeared shortly afterwards -- a matter of interest to the Confederacy since his CAP was 7.6. Terri asked the AI to look into his finances and found a bank account in his wife's name, which had been dispensing money in all five of the towns targeted. She flagged the account, asking the AI to tell her the next time it was accessed. Of course since most ATM cameras are actually fake, she didn't have any pictures to work from -- why do banks have to be so cheap for fraud detection when it is the customers rather than the bank that gets cheated? Of course, she wouldn't be doing this sort of job if not for the hash she had made of her personal life. It had almost taken the AI's intervening to fix her concubine situation. She was still embarrassed that she had allowed her male concubine to take over her life -- she wondered if he was recycled or if some other sponsor had taken him -- she spitefully hoped for the former. Still, the damage was done, she had only been a 6.8, and had been so proud of her commission, only to let herself and everyone else down. Now she spent her time writing reports, and doing surveys. She hadn't had the confidence to replace her lost concubine, so she went home every night to a female concubine who tried to comfort her. She shook herself mentally, time to wait for her suspect to withdraw funds.... She didn't have long to wait. The alert was from Burlington, Iowa, a pretty small town. It was on the River, and as well as being the local "big town," for the local farmers, it was a collection point for putting crops on barges to send to the cities. There was a CAP testing center about three blocks from the ATM where the withdrawal happened, so she teleported there. She knew the trail was cold, so she had to think about her target. It didn't take long to learn that these farm folks were less upset about the Confederation and pickups than most folks. Iowans are weird; after 9/11 they railed as much as anyone against Bin Ladin and the Muslims, but if a 20 year old Muslim walked down any Iowa back road at 5 PM, he would probably find himself picked up, given a good meal and a place to stay if he needed it, and maybe an offer of a job as a farmhand. Iowans don't like to hate people they know, you know? So it didn't surprise Terri to find that only one of the churches had the strong "anti-alien," message associated with Earth First. She resolved to go to church tomorrow. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Sitting in the pew, she found it hard to believe the man the AI identified as her target was the right guy. He was eagerly lapping up the statements from the Preacher about how the Aliens were a menace and any human who helped them was a traitor. The hatred on his face was obvious. Either he was an amazing actor or she had the wrong man. Almost at the end of the service, he caught her staring at him. As the Preacher wound down and the crowd began to disperse, he disappeared from her vision. A moment later she felt an iron grip on her arm. "So little lady, did you like the sermon?" He asked her. "Um, what, it was nice I guess." She stammered. "Hmm, if you weren't paying attention to the sermon, what were you paying attention to?" He made a point of looking up and down her body. She had dressed in what she thought would be conservative clothes, a button down shirt and skirt, only to see that the other women here had reverted to long, thick dresses and identical long curly hair. She wouldn't be surprised if soon you could recognize Earth First women because they would look like the Amish. She had stuck out like a sore thumb in the service, and she knew it. "Come on!" He grunted, and hustled her out to his car. She was scared, but at least she would get to meet her target, and if he didn't find out who she was, he probably wouldn't go too far. Once she was in the passenger seat of his car, he grunted at her, "I'm going to kiss you now, you can act like you don't want it, but if you fight back it might get you killed." She put her hands on his shoulders to hold him back, but she was afraid to use her full Confederacy strength, so she ended up letting him kiss her. The kiss was better than she expected, he wasn't forcing himself on her, only making it look like he was. "Now I am going to laugh, and you are going to look shocked -- and scared if you can manage it, and we are going to drive away." He said matter of factly, then made a point of laughing nastily. Terri couldn't believe what had happened, just because this guy had been aggressive, she had allowed him to pick her up and was driving with him to who knows where. She had endangered her mission and her life. What was she thinking? Did she deserve to be an officer? Once they had left the parking lot, he turned his head to look at her, "What the hell do you think you were doing?" He suddenly yelled at her. "What? I was going to a new church, to see what it was like." "Yeah, well, I think those Earth Firsters are dumb enough to believe that, but I'm not. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and something about your manner screams cop. Next week I am going to go back and tell them all that I raped you, you better hope they don't ever see you in church again." He seemed to run out of energy after his rant and drove two more blocks before speaking again. Terri was too shocked to interrupt the silence -- shocked and cowed. "OK, what were you really doing there? If you are law enforcement, I'm sorry for messing up your stakeout or whatever, but trust me, in that group you wouldn't have lasted long." He really did seem sorry, and she realized that the anger earlier had been concern for her welfare. What the hell, if she was wrong about who he was, she was off the hook anyway, and if she was right? Well, she somehow felt safe with him. "I was looking for you. Well, maybe not you, but I thought you might be the person I was looking for." She realized her words sounded like a bad romance novel come on, and tried to fix it, "There is someone out there hunting Earth First, and I was sent to investigate." She could tell she had said something wrong, as usual. She was messing this up just like she messed up everything since her extraction. It was like there was a barrier in front of his eyes, shielding him from her. "I work for the Confederacy ," she mumbled. "Well, I guess I should be glad you are not some Earth First special op gal, anyway. I figured eventually someone would notice. So, are you here to stop me?" "Sort of, listen, it isn't like those people didn't deserve to die, heck, legally they were death sentences waiting to happen, but there is a right way and a wrong way." "Well, I don't think you would let me do it my way, and I am not going to stop, so is there somewhere I can drop you off?" He sounded sad -- no, wistful? She wondered if the feelings she was starting to have for him were just because of not having a male concubine. There was one other way to try to convince him -- something she never thought she would do.... "Your place?" She asked. "What!" He growled at her, "Why would I want to take you home, so you can have a squad of goons pick me up?" "No, um..." How could she say this, well, honesty was the best way to lie, just tell him her feelings and don't tell him her ulterior motives? "I shipped up with two concubines, a man and wife pair. It was a mistake. The guy had great sex scores, and was aggressive, and I like a guy who takes charge in bed, but he wouldn't listen to me. He made me feel like I was the concubine and he was the sponsor, and it started to show in my work. I had to get rid of him -- which his wife thanked me for." "I never felt right going to the civil service brothel for servicing, even if those guys -- like the one I got rid of -- were not the dregs of humanity. My other concubine is quite orally skilled, but sometimes you just need a man. Your CAP score would be a great fit for me. I'm not trying to tie you down, but could you give me a night?" He had an odd look, "Please don't make me beg." He made two right turns without speaking, and then drove a mile in silence. Pulling up to a rundown apartment building, he chuckled, "Sorry it isn't a very nice neighborhood. I am low on funds right now." He led her into a small but clean apartment, and back into the bedroom. "OK, strip -- but make it a tease, not a race." He ordered her. As she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing more and more of her chest, she asked herself what she had gotten into. Still, she had asked him to -- well, to fuck her, so she couldn't really complain. She wasn't sure whether to be glad of her bra (worn in deference to the church she had visited) or not. It hid her breasts for a while, but it was one more item to remove under his gaze, and it was a plain white functional bra. It wasn't like she had been expecting to show it off! He frowned at her, and she wondered what she had done wrong, but he stood up, put a MP3 player in a docking station, and that Britney song about being a slave began to play. Terri blushed, and realized that something was turning her on. Well, not something, everything. She had been used to the idea of the man as sexual aggressor, as master, and had been flustered by needing to be in charge of a man. Maybe that was why she had screwed up her choice of concubines. Now there was a dominant man, telling her exactly what to do, and playing a song that suggested she would be the slave. All she could think of was stripping for him, touching herself while he watched, sucking on him, doing anything he asked for, and finally being pounded into by him. He was a man, and she needed a man, badly. She needed a man to tell her what to do, to control her, to make sure she didn't screw up. She realized that if she had only been a concubine everything would be different, it would all be OK, she couldn't mess up, and if she did she would just burn dinner or something (not that you needed to use a stove in the age of replicators). Here was a man, who was telling her what to do. She would do her best to give him everything he wanted -- and more. She reached behind her body, and with some difficulty unfastened the bra through her shirt. It took an effort, but she pulled it out of the shirt, and kept the shirt (barely) over her breasts. She danced over to him, placing the bra on his lap and running her palm teasingly over the lump in his pants. She undid the last two buttons of her shirt, then turned away from him to slide it off her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, she spread her legs wide and looked at him between her ankles, knowing he could see her breasts between her legs. As she lifted the back of her skirt while she watched his face, the blood rushing to her head almost ruined the effect. She gasped and stood up, but kept one hand between her legs, pulling her panties to the side and rubbing herself. Still facing away from him, she pulled her hand out, then put both hands at her sides, and pulled her skirt up. She reached the waist of her panties, and began to push them down as far as they would go with her legs spread. She repeated the move of bending over and looking at him between her legs, knowing that this time he would see everything. Then she leaned further, onto her hands, and bent her legs at the knee. With one hand she slid her panties to her knees, while the other hand teased her nipple. She bent her head to the side, and saw him almost panting with lust, but still he didn't move. She rolled over on her back, pushing her panties off her legs, and then spreading her legs wide. She looked at him through lowered eyelids, and said "Please?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Thomas could see how wet and needy she was, and he was rock hard from it, but the whole situation had struck too close to home. He remembered when a woman who had been his best friend for two years had made a similar comment, about just needing a man. He had married her a year later. This woman reminded him far too much of the person he was avenging, and yet somehow made him less interested in revenge. So many conflicting feelings rushed through him that it was all he could do to just stay still and watch. He wanted her, but he was afraid that doing this would be a betrayal of his departed wife. He asked himself what she would say. "Just keep moving forward," her favorite saying popped into his mind unbidden. He suddenly knew what to do. He would love his wife forever, but he would also live for her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Terri didn't know what she had done wrong, he was just sitting there, and she was feeling really self conscious with her legs wide open wearing nothing but a skirt that was bunched up at her waist. Maybe that was the problem, he had told her to strip, and she hadn't completely obeyed. She unfastened the skirt and then climbed back onto her knees, crawling towards him, to where his pants strained to contain his erection. She looked up at him from between his legs. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- How could any man resist this! A naked woman, between his legs, her mouth level with his hard-on, and staring up at him worshipfully. "Get it out," he said, knowing she would know what he wanted. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- She quickly unzipped him before he changed his mind. As he sprang free, she wrapped it in her grasp, finding it just a bit too long even for both of her hands to cover. Mischievously she covered the last inch with her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, marveling in the power she felt as he gasped in pleasure. She looked up at him again, and saw the lust in his eyes, and something else -- something she couldn't place. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Damn! This woman doesn't know how close she came to getting a mouthful. It took his strength to push her away, and he saw a hurt look on her face until he pushed his pants down and shucked off his shirt. He pointed at the bed, and simply said "Now." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- She scrabbled onto the bed, then turned over onto her back. She shifted her feet close to her butt, bending her knees and spreading her legs open. She saw him move towards her and couldn't tear her eyes away from the missile that was about to enter her. His mouth sought out hers, and she gasped in pleasure. His hand controlled his cock, teasing her opening without letting her pull him inside her. She realized her legs were wrapped around his buttocks, pulling him towards her, but every time she pulled him in his cock would slip upwards, missing her opening and just teasing her clit mercilessly. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- God, she was strong, guess the Confed tech is as good as they say. He didn't know how to tell her that as soon as he entered her he would burst, so he did his best to delay her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Finally she had had enough, even a clitty fuck would do right now, she just needed to come. She mashed his body against her, then ground her clit against his rock hard member, once, twice, and on the third cycle she came with a moan. He stopped fighting her, and she managed to pull him down and insert him -- finally. He started pounding into her as though possessed, and in an infinite time that she knew only took 30 seconds, she felt his seed pulse within her. This sent her over the edge again, and she locked his body in place with her legs. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- She finally released him, and he spoke sardonically, "So, I never did catch your name." "Terri, with an I," she replied, "Yours?" "Thomas," he said with a wry grin, "My wife would have said we were soul mates." She arched an eyebrow at him, "Her name was Terissa, and she said we were soul mates because both of our names started with a T," He grinned, "I guess you don't want to hear about my dead wife right now though, huh?" "No, it is OK." She reassured him, "Actually, if you fuck me like that again you can talk about anything you want...whew." She looked at him speculatively, "You didn't give me a chance to show you how well I give head." "If it is like you fuck, I am not sure I would survive it." He grinned, but her objective was gained, his cock twitched and began to recover. She twisted her body and began to suck. "Are you sure you don't want me to clean it off first?" He asked. She paused, her hand absently pumping him, "Nah, I have tasted a lot of girl juice lately, mine isn't bad." Then she resumed her suction. "Are you on the pill?" He asked, then thought about Confed Technology and awkwardly added "Or something?" "No, but you bring up a good point." She stopped and he regretted his interruption. "I am supposed to get pregnant as often as possible, and your genes need to continue -- especially if you are going to continue this silly revenge bombing spree." She pushed him onto his back, and climbed into his lap, facing him. "Are they too small for you?" She asked, pushing an orange sized breast towards his mouth. "I didn't change them when I was extracted, but I could upsize them if you think they would look better that way." She realized she was offering to change her body for him, just like a concubine would. She didn't just want to be a concubine, she wanted to be his concubine. He didn't think he could answer if he wanted to, not only was his mouth full of delectable nipple, but his groin had stolen all of his blood -- and his ability to think, from his brain. He shook his head slightly to signal a negative, and tried to hold on as he enjoyed the ride. Soon she was bucking and grinding into his body, and he worried that he would be as short fused this time as last. This woman could really drain him! He felt her climax, and she slumped, not a moment too soon. He had barely held himself back, and now let his body slowly push up into her in measured strokes, letting his body recover. Unfortunately for him, she recovered more quickly, and was soon bouncing on him again. She locked her lips on his, trying to suck his tongue out of his mouth, then pushed his mouth back onto her breast. "I should have you fuck my concubine, too." She said maliciously, and sure enough, the image pushed him over the edge. As a second life bringing spurt of semen entered her body, she came again, but it was a gentle, satisfying orgasm. "Yeah, I will, if you are willing." "Only if she is less skilled in bed than you, you really are going to kill me if you do that too much," Oddly, he found himself thinking of this continuing. He wasn't sure how he could have a relationship -- well, he could think of one way. "OK, fine," he asked her, "What service are you in? I mean, if I wanted to keep seeing you, how would I enlist?" The look on her face was like a sunrise, lighting her up from within. "Oh god, um, I will ask the AI, in one minute!" She slid down his body and again took his member in her mouth. She paused just for a second, "Betcha I can get a third load out of you orally!" Then proceeded to prove it. Thomas' eyes rolled up in his head. "Oh god, I hope I didn't just prove him right!" Terri worried. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Thomas woke up in a tube of some sort. "Um, what happened?" Terri was looking abashed, and the woman in a skimpy nurse's outfit was barely restraining a giggle. Terri looked at him, "I'm so sorry. I panicked." At this the nurse couldn't hold it any longer, and after a short laughing fit and a few coughs, said "She thought she broke you when you passed out during sex. Don't worry, we fixed you right up, you should be able to survive almost," the nurse stressed `almost' "anything she can do to you." She turned to Terri, "You should be ashamed of yourself, almost fucking a cute guy to death and not inviting me to help." "Candy, you work here because of what you do to guys, now can I take him back to Earth?" Candy stuck her tongue out at Terri, and said "You mean back to your pod for a re-match? Sure, he is good to go." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- In the corridor Terri looked at Thomas, "I admit I am tempted...." "What?" "To take you back to my quarters?" Terri hoped she wasn't coming on too strong. "How far is it?" He asked. "Not far, why?" "Well, I want to know how long it will take you to drag me back to medical -- I mean, if I die on the way I will die happy, but it is good to know." He grinned as she playfully slapped his shoulder. He responded by slapping her butt, then kept his hand there and began to massage her tush, "Come on," she grinned, leading him forward, "My room is this way." He couldn't help noticing she didn't push his hand away, so he continued to fondle her as they walked. He had expected a featureless grey ball from the reports that leaked back to Earth, but this was a homey space. White walls, wooden cabinets in the open kitchen, tan carpet and couches. A vase of flowers sat on a table, and a few pictures of two beautiful women were hung on the wall, along with a few pictures of a pair of babies. "Honey, I'm home," Terri shouted as she and Thomas entered, then she whispered at Thomas, "Hide behind the couch. I want to keep you as a surprise for Wendy." Thomas did so, and was surprised when the couch grew slightly to better hide him. Terri sat on the couch in the skirt and shirt outfit and started to undo buttons. "It has been a long day Wendy, and I need to be eaten!" Wendy licked her lips, "Glad I got the twins to bed then," she grinned, "You already look wet." Wendy slid Terri's panties off, then poked her clit lightly with a tongue. She slid her tongue downwards, entering Terri with it, before freezing. "I taste something different, did you visit the brothel?" She asked it with a teasing tone, but seemed surprised as well. "Not exactly," then she clamped Wendy's head to her groin. "Tom, stick it in her from behind and keep her tongue as deep in me as you can." To her credit, Wendy was a good slave and didn't try to move. Thomas rose and found Wendy much to his liking. Large, pendulous breasts were swaying under her shift as she licked Terri, Blonde hair, a large butt and small waist, probably shorter than Terri too, but well formed with tight legs. He slid behind her and raised the outfit -- which looked like a longer version of the grey slave shift, but seemed to be made of cashmere. Wendy was clearly wet and ready, so Thomas decided not to waste time, and slid deep inside with one thrust. Wendy orgasmed almost immediately, and moaned into Terri's clit, setting that woman off as well. Thomas began to pump, and with each thrust, Wendy was forced into Terri's muff, giving both of the women pleasure. Some time and a dozen orgasms later, Tom couldn't hold it any longer, and painted the inside of Wendy's womb with semen. He staggered back, and found a chair to sit on, where he resolved to stay for a while -- at least until he got his breath back. Wendy had to climb onto the couch, and the two women panted as they stared at him. Wendy was the first to speak. "Oh god, thank you, I needed that." Thomas wasn't clear if she was talking to him or Terri. Terri shook herself and said, "Could you two stay here for a bit, I need a few minutes upstairs to think." Getting nods from both, she stepped in the transporter, was whisked upstairs, and went into her bedroom, carefully shutting the door. "AI?" She spoke, "Is there any precedent for a sponsor resigning from service to become a concubine?" "No, there is precedent for sponsors committing actions requiring CAP score retests and becoming concubines, however, there are no instances of this occurring by the intent of the former sponsor." "Figures," She said, then "Would such an action be possible." The AI paused, "It is estimated that if you submitted to CAP testing, you would score a 6.2 -- 6.4 due to lack of confidence in your abilities. The fact that the lack of confidence is unwarranted would not help your score. However, you are requested to wait before requesting such a re-test, as conditions may change in the near future and render such a request unwise. Counseling may be enough to solve the problem." "If Sponsor Franklin requested you as a concubine, would you want the CAP retest?" "Yes," Terri whimpered. She knew that statement was asking to be a slave instead of being in charge of her own life -- of course if she wasn't able to resign her commission, she was a slave anyway, right? "Please wait," the AI returned. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Wendy got up and busied herself in the kitchen, so Tom decided to test out this AI comm thing that apparently was in his head now. "AI?" He whispered. "Whispering is not needed, merely subvocalize and I can hear you perfectly." "OK," He tried, and it seemed to work. "So, um, if I wanted to join up, but wanted to stay near Terri, what would I need to do." "If you make her presence a condition of your service, then any agreement which accepts this condition would be binding." "So if I volunteer on the condition that she stays with me, you will keep her with me? How about if I say I will volunteer only if she is my concubine? What if I ask for 5 16 year old red headed virgins?" "Negotiations would be required. Your first requirement is doable, your third requirement would be allowed if you would consent to an appropriate wait while modifications were performed. The second request would be problematic, both contractually and due to precedents it would set." Suddenly there was a beep, and the AI spoke again, "Corrections, it now appears that your second condition would be allowable." Terri a slave? His slave? It was a fun thought, but why... "AI, why would this be allowed, what would happen to her position, what would this do to her status?" "This would be allowed because subject has expressed interest in belonging to you, dual party voluntary modifications of contracts are allowable in most situations, and because she may not currently test at sponsor level. Should she and you make this agreement, her obligations to the Confederacy would be met by other sponsors. She would be a concubine like all others. However, LT Neirs appears to need psychological counseling to improve confidence and deal with sexual issues. Your presence is calculated to be the most effective treatment for those issues, however you should be appraised of this." "Why would she allow this?" Thomas wasn't sure what to think of `confidence and sexual issues,' Terri seemed to have plenty of confidence in bed... "Unknown, but probable reason is that she wishes to remain with you, and does not know if your posting will allow this. However, best possible posting for you at this time would keep you in close proximity to her, and keeping you and her together would not be a hardship. If you requested her proximity as a requirement for volunteering, approval has already been granted for this contract modification." "OK, I volunteer, on two conditions. One, that she be stationed with me as much as is practical, and two that she not be allowed to resign her position for me." "Accepted." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- "LT Neirs," the AI spoke to her unbidden, which surprised her, "You are requested to reconsider resigning as a sponsor to become a concubine. Please review the following playback." Terri listened to the conversation between Thomas and the AI, when it got to "and two that she not be allowed to resign her position for me." She was crying. The AI paused, "LT Neirs, it is believed that if you re-tested, your CAP score would be at least the 6.8 you tested at extraction." She realized the AI was right, and Thomas was right. She could do her job, especially with Thomas there. Heck, even if all she was trusted with was paperwork, someone had to do it, and her doing paperwork freed someone else for other work, right? "LT Neirs, you are hereby reassigned to the office of special projects, Earth First Reeducation." "Huh, what? I have never heard of that office." "It is a small office at this time, consisting of LT Neirs, Fleet Auxillary, and Major Thomas Franklin, Confederacy Marines, who heads the office, reporting to Admiral Agnew." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- In the living room, Major Franklin was getting the same news, and was equally bewildered. "Is there some way I can speak with this Admiral Agnew? I mean, set up a meeting or something?" "Admiral Agnew is currently available by telecom, would that be acceptable?" The AI replied. "Um, sure, if it isn't bothering him." An older man's voice boomed out at Thomas, and a face took up 14 inches of the TV screen -- about life sized Thomas guessed. "So, you are the new recruit? I read the reports of what you did, good work, very good. Listen, I can't tell you to keep doing the same thing, not officially, but your rank means you can execute any member of Earth First who you deem to be a threat to sponsors or innocent citizens. Your mission is to communicate with any and all members of Earth First as you deem appropriate. A squad of marines has been made available for your use -- should you need them. They have been "downsized," for Earth deployment. The sergeant should report to you first thing tomorrow morning. He will also assist you in pickup of your concubines -- I trust he will take good care of you. Any questions?" Tom blinked, this man had just preemptively answered every question he might have. "Um, no sir." "Good, good, then if there is nothing else, I will get back to my dinner. I expect a report on your progress in three months!" The screen flashed off, and left Tom alone -- until a weeping woman crashed into him, shoved him onto the couch, and yanked his pants down. "Wendy, get over here, I'm gonna show this guy what I am really capable of." "Ack, Terri, remember what the nurse said? `Almost!'" But he was laughing as he said it. Many thanks to DeGaffer and Mulligan for editing and helping to improve my writing.