Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Shopping Around
Part: 4 of 6
Universe: The Swarm
Summary: A side jaunt before a pickup nets a Confederacy Marine a hidden jewel

Keywords: MF M+F Mf oral anal noncon reluc exhib ScFi

Chapter 4

	Wayne had Debra on a booth table, coming at her from a standing
position -- and having some difficulty with penetration.  "You're pretty dry,"
he commented, "you aren't menopausal, are you?"

	"Not according to the mess I make like clockwork for four or five days
every month," Debra replied.  "I'm just nervous, I guess.  Rub it a little;
things will happen -- they already are!"  She was right; Wayne could tell
immediately that she was moistening.  She was tight, too, gripping his finger!

	Wayne glanced up to say something and Debra beat him to it.
"Exercises.  When I decided I really wanted to go, I did a bunch of things to
make me a better candidate."

	"Very impressive!" Wayne approved.  "Anything else?"

	"I do deep-throat, and if you like ass, that works, too..." Debra told
him.

	"You're serious, then."

	"Very."  Debra nodded.

	Fucking her was almost a waste of time, Wayne concluded.  "You're
hired.  Want me to finish?"

	"It'd be nice -- I'm kind of excited..."

	"Okay."  Wayne brought his cock to bear and penetrated her.  It was
like being wrapped in warm, wet velvet -- and she made it pulse!  "Teach Cathy
this," he gasped, "That should keep you BOTH busy!"

	"Okay," Debra gasped.  Conversation lapsed; both of them wanted to
concentrate on the sensations being generated at the interface connecting
their bodies.

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	"You're late," Elias grunted, watching the latest pair of arrivals in
the meat market display settle in.  They were both brunettes, but beyond that
there was little about them that was the same.  The one in the blouse and
thing pants was voluptuous and confident; the skinnier number in the sundress
was shy and not showing much in the way of assets.  Elias didn't bother with
the confident one -- she was a shoo-in -- instead, he homed in on the narrow
number.  "What's your name, Skinny?"

	"Penny.  Penny McBride," the woman stammered.

	"What do you figure you're bringing to the table, here?"

	"I--I don't know, exactly..."

	Elias took a drag on his cigarette.  "I don't, either.  Let's see the
card."

	Penny dug in the laptop case she was carrying.  Elias took it and
applied the card reader to it -- and grunted.  The little shit was smart, but
she was a mouse -- and how many kids her narrow hull was capable of producing
was open to question.  Still, he could have her hips widened -- and maybe her
pigeon-toed stance altered; she'd look cute lugging around a basketball-sized
fetus.  "Get out of your shit so I can see what little you've got," Elias
directed.

	Penny turned bright red and glanced at the other girl, who eyed Elias,
measuring him, and nodded.  Penny undid the dress zipper and got out of it,
revealing a coltish body with small, low-riding breasts and a furry mound.
Her thighs were so narrow...  "Hold still," Elias directed, then slid two
fingers into the gap at her pudenda.  "You ever eat, Honey?"

	Penny thought she was going to die of embarrassment.  "Yes, Sir."

	"You'd have trouble proving it.  You look like a holocaust survivor,"
Elias chuckled.  "Go over there," he pointed.  "See that ugly sow, the chink
and the greaser?"

	Penny blinked, following his finger.  "Yes, Sir."

	"They're your new family.  Take your big sister, here, with you,"
Elias shifted his attention to the more voluptuous model, "unless you've got
something better to do.  What the fuck is YOUR name?"

	"Denise."

	"Well, Denise, you better live up to your advertising -- right now,
you're the only member of my stable that won't need much work, I figure.  I am
SUCH a magnet for charity cases..."  He looked off down the line.  "Hey, you
-- Chunky!  Yeah, you -- the one that wants kids!"

	"Me?"  Beth Savage blinked, pointing to herself.

	"Yeah, you.  Get out of line and waddle over here!" Elias directed.
Beth hightailed it over.  Elias eyed her.  "Since all of your shit is designed
for quick removal, get the fuck out of it."

	Beth blushed as she undid the tie on her tunic, but it didn't stop
her.  She shrugged out of it and glanced up.

	"I'm waiting..." Elias tapped his foot.

	Beth got it; the skirt followed rapidly.

	"Dump the rest," Elias directed.  Beth undid her bra and pushed her
panties down her thickened thighs, revealing her heavy breasts and puffy
pudenda.  Elias reached out to collect a breast.  "These things work?"

	"I, uh, hope so." Beth husked.

	"So do I -- but I've got a milk cow.  Still, Skinny, there, might
throw twins -- and if she does, she'll need help." He nodded at Penny.
Returning his attention to Beth, he grunted, "Keep your card and your flip-
flops and go join the menagerie.  I might want to fuck you, later."  Then he
turned to Penny and Denise, "What the fuck are you still doing here?"

	Penny opened her mouth -- she'd started off obediently when directed,
but Denise had stopped her.  Denise answered while Penny was still getting
organized, "I was looking to see what you were getting us into.  That's a lot
of women...  Can I see YOUR card?"

	Elias' gaze measured her for several seconds, then he dug in his
pocket.  "That reminds me -- I haven't seen yours."  He handed Denise his
card.  "Want to borrow my reader?"

	Denise handed over her card, her face going still as she got her first
glance at Elias'.  "Please," she replied, her voice a bit tight.

	Elias saw what he expected to see -- a six point three.  Denise worked
hard at it, but her eyes gave her away.  "Penny," she croaked.  "Go.  I’m
right behind you."  She handed Elias back his card, taking hers in return.

	Elias eyed her.  "Let's go get control of that gaggle-fuck.  You just
got promoted to head slut.  I think the little Jap bitch is next in line."  He
waved her ahead of him; Denise took her first steps into her new life, a
somewhat dazed expression on her face.  The mouthy little bastard was a
classic example of looks being deceiving...  they probably couldn't have done
better!

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

	"Girls!  Sit DOWN!"  Tamara Jackson leaned on the booth table and
tried to corral her daughters in a low but intense voice.  The activity going
on around them was quite a bit more than she wanted them exposed to...

	"Aww, Mom!  They're just having sex!  You know, we get this in school,
now..." Leah, her twelve year old, pouted.

	"Are they going to see the aliens?" Latoya (who was ten) asked.

	"Sweetie, if they're lucky, they WON'T see the aliens!" her mother
told her.  Latoya looked confused..  "The aliens are BAD, Sweetie -- they hurt
people!"

	"Some of them don't," Leah interjected.  "The Darjee are our friends!"

	"Ummm, yeah, I think," Tamara agreed.  "Did you mean them, or the
Swarm, Sweetie?"

	"Gee, I dunno," Latoya squirmed in her seat.  "Why do we have to sit
here?"

	"People are doing... private things, Sweetie.  I would prefer that you
didn't see that," Tamara told her.

	"Yeah, you're too young," Leah agreed.  "Just the sounds make me...
itchy..."  She reached under her skirt.

	"Stop that!" Tamara scolded.  Leah was right, though.  The air was
full of the sounds of sex -- and the smells.  Tamara hadn't really had time
for sex since her divorce from Randy -- work and the girls kept her more than
busy.  To date, a vibrator and porn flicks late at night were her primary
relief -- and looking at the occasional hot guy at work...  It was the smells
that got to her the worst -- her nipples were rock-hard in her halter top.
Fortunately, she was oriented away from the action and they weren't visible...

	... But her ass was, in a jean skirt that hit mid-thigh when she
WASN'T bent over a table -- and her legs were, extending below it to where her
feet were encased in a pair of sandals with laces that crawled up her calves
and pointed THEM up...  Rick, patrolling the perimeter, got an eyeful of FINE
looking black woman...

	Tamara got her first warning from Leah, whose eyes shifted to the tall
man eyeing Mom's ass...  "Ummm..."

	"Man!" a male voice sounded behind Tamara.  "You need to be in line,
Honey!  I'd hate to see THAT left behind!"  Suddenly, there was a hand on her
ass!

	Tamara's eyes popped and she surged up and spun, "How dare you!"

	Rick backed off immediately.  "Yeah, my bad.  Sorry!  I got carried
away.  But, seriously, why are you here and not over there?"  'Shit, those
jugs are even nicer than her ass!' he thought, his eyes drifting to the valley
of her cleavage.

	"I have little girls!" Tamara huffed.

	"All the better reason for you to find a way off this rock!" Rick
retorted.  "It's their ass, too, you know!  Maybe you don't want to leave your
old man, but..."

	"Mom's divorced," Leah interjected helpfully.

	Rick shook his head, eyeing the black woman.  She wasn't hard to look
at, either...

	Tamara got flustered.  "This stuff going on -- do you REALLY think it
is suitable for children?"  She waved her arm at their surroundings.

	Rick pursed his lips -- but caught Leah rolling her eyes out of the
corner of his.  Turning his attention to her, he said, "You don't seem to be
fazed..."

	"I got this in Sex Ed at school," Leah replied.  "I might learn
something, but it isn't, like, totally new..."

	Rick nodded.  Since the age of majority had been changed to fourteen,
bans on sex education in the schools had been generally lifted.  Pre-teens, in
particular, were acquainted with the facts of life, so they could make
intelligent decisions when the time came.  "How old is your sister?" he asked.

	"She's only ten," Leah related.

	Tamara was primed for an outburst -- but couldn't figure out who to
target first.  Rick relieved her of the requirement by saying, "Okay, I'd say
you're half-right, anyway."  The twelve-year-old was starting to sprout; Rick
was willing to bet she was more than mildly interested.  "How about this?  I
can send interested parties over here..."

	"I..."  Tamara deflated.  "Thank you, I guess..."

	"No problem."  Rick moved on.

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

	Mitch, Mickey, and Vickie were seated in a booth two over and caught
the whole byplay.  Mickey had been getting to know both of them -- and trying
to pitch Bettina to Mitch...  "She's really nice -- kind of shy -- and she has
a little boy..."

	Mitch wasn't getting a complete warm and fuzzy from Mickey, but he
knew she was trying to help her friend.  "I'll talk to her.  Point her out."

	"I'd better go with you -- she's kind of scared," Mickey replied,
pointing out Bettina.

	"Well, things are a little wild..." Mitch allowed.  "Come on, Vickie
-- she might as well meet the family."  He got up behind Mickey and waved
Vickie in front of him, then settled a hand on Mickey's ass as he caught up to
her.  Mickey gave him a little surprised glance, then smiled and slowed down,
letting him know it was welcome.  Actually, it eased her mind somewhat; she'd
been worried what he might think of her spread...

	Bettina watched her friend come toward her, with a man in tow -- and a
NAKED GIRL!  "Hi, I'm Mitch," the man said, "And this is Vickie.  Mickey says
good things about you...  Can I see your card?"

	"I don't have one!" Betty blustered.  "Pastor says they just catalog
you for slave traders!"  Her expression said Mitch probably was one.

	"Betty!  I'm surprised at you!" Mickey erupted, "Besides, I KNOW
you're lying!  Give the man your card!"

	Betty glared at Mickey while she dug in her purse.  "I can't
understand why you are playing into their hands in the first place -- but look
at this girl!  This is just.... wrong!"

	Mitch looked at Mickey, who looked embarrassed.  "I don't know where
this is all coming from," she told him.  "I think it's just fear..."  Turning
to Betty, she said, "Mitch is a nice guy!  He more or less rescued Vickie..."

	"Yeah!" Vickie piped up.

	Bettina looked unconvinced, but she handed her card to Mitch, who put
the reader on it.  The results were seriously disturbing.  "Take a look at
this," he said to Mickey, handing her the card and the reader.

	Mickey examined the card, then looked up at Bettina in shock.  Betty
had negative numbers for child-rearing, and her scores for sexual capability
and interest were near zero.  There was a notation that pregnancy had
traumatized her and that she was prone to hysteria and depression and tended
to idolize authority figures.  Her general score was the lowest Mickey had
ever seen!  Mitch eyed her sadly.  "I'm sorry," he told her.  "I realize that
she's a friend, but..."

	"No, you're right," Mickey agreed, looking away from her friend sadly.
"I couldn't ask you to..."  She looked back at Mitch.  "Poor little Tyler..."

	"Yeah," Mitch nodded. He returned Betty's card and the trio moved
away.  Betty didn't know whether to be relieved or offended.

	"Ummmm, can I ask you something?" Mickey asked.

	"Okay..." Mitch was a lot more cautions, this time.  Mickey's stock
had tumbled a bit.

	Mickey pulled him aside.  "Tyler... isn't safe with her.  I had no
idea.  Her husband must worry something awful -- I'm sure he's aware of her
issues..."  Mitch nodded thoughtful agreement.  "We would be doing her a favor
if we took him..."

	"I don't know if that's possible," Mitch frowned.  "And I can't do
anything like that without her husband's permission.  Besides..."  He frowned
at the blonde woman.

	"I would take him as mine."

	"He would be MINE by default!" Mitch pointed out.

	"Yes..." Mickey hung her head.

	Mitch rubbed his jaw; the woman's scores had been godawful -- she
could drown the kid in the bathtub next week, if she got depressed enough!
"Talk to her about it.  If she says yes, have her call her husband.  If HE is
cool with it, have him write up some kind of paper making you the boy's legal
guardian.  I'll go talk to the Marines..."

	Mickey clutched him to her, exclaiming, "You're just WONDERFUL!"

	"I'm an idiot!" Mitch retorted.  "You owe me..."

	"Anything!"

	"That, too!"  Mitch stalked off.

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

	Tamara was dressing Leah down -- and it wasn't working.  "Do you
realize what you've done?"

	"Mom, the man is right!  We need to go with these guys -- and you're
hovering around 'Toya and pretending she's gonna be scarred for life over a
little sex!  What's more important?"

	"It's not 'a little sex'!" Tamara railed.  "There are rapes going on
over there!"

	"Yeah?"  Leah started to stand in the booth seat.  "Cool!"

	"Sit DOWN!" Tamara screeched.  "Or maybe you'll be next!"

	"Mom, I doubt THAT is gonna happen!" Leah retorted, holding onto the
seat back.  "You stay down there, anyway, 'Toya.  You ARE too young!"

	"Am not!" Latoya insisted, crossing her arms over her chest -- but she
didn't try to get up.  Meanwhile, Leah backed toward the back of the booth and
stood looking around at the action.  Tamara debated chasing her, but decided
not to.  Instead, she continued to block Latoya.

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

	The rapes were about over, anyway.  Cathy had serviced all three of
the construction workers -- under the supervision of Wayne and Debra, there at
the last.  Wayne couldn't remember a shorter fuck than the one he'd gotten
from Debra -- but it had been quality pussy, and they'd BOTH gotten off in
record time...  "This is Debra," Wayne told Cathy.  "If she says jump, you'd
better ask how high!  She's the Number One..." Wayne's voice trailed off while
he hunted for an appellation.

	"...Slut," Debra provided.

	Wayne shrugged.  "Yeah, okay, she's my Number One Slut.  YOU are a
distant second -- you'll do what I tell you or what SHE tells you or bad
things will happen -- understand?"

	"Yes, Wayne!"  Cathy, properly broken in, was all cooperation.

	"I'm serious!" Wayne told her.  "This is a totem pole you CANNOT climb
to the top of!  If she tells you to walk around all day with your tongue up
her ass, I expect to smell her shit on your breath!  Do you understand?  The
very first thing I'm going to find out when we get upstairs is what I'm
supposed to do with you when you fuck up!"

	"Yes, Wayne!" Cathy whined.  "Please, I'll be good!  I promise!"

	"You are SOOOO right!" Wayne told her.  "Drag your sorry ass over
there and wait..."

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

	Kellie Wentworth sat watching things from the edge of the room.  A
blonde vision in a halter sundress that displayed her sweet cleavage and
tanned legs, her basic attitude was displayed by her purse, which was ornately
embroidered with her name -- complete with a smiley-faced flower to dot the
'i'.  The purse cost several hundred dollars -- but was a throwaway item for
Kellie, and probably wouldn't last the season.  "Okay, I'm ready -- let's go
talk to that hot-looking Indian guy."  There was no way that Kellie was going
to display herself in the 'meat market' over by the counter; she would choose
and pursue her selected male -- and was certain of success.

	Her girlfriend, Donna Eggers, was a lot less confident.  Donna was two
dress sizes bigger than Kellie -- and if her breasts were marginally larger,
they required better control; Donna's dress, while still a sundress, was much
more the empire-waisted type.  That's not to say that Donna was fat at all --
just more voluptuous, perhaps.  She also had a somewhat darker complexion,
which pointed up her gold tennis and ankle bracelets.  Donna was the darker
background that Kellie shined against -- her shadow.  Donna didn't compete --
and didn't try; the benefits of operating in Kellie's shadow outweighed
anything she might gain by any foredoomed attempt at competition with her.

	This time, however, Donna suffered under the uneasy feeling that
Kellie was biting off more than she could chew.  This wasn't her usual game,
and these weren't the kind of guys that Kellie was used to bowling over...
"Maybe we should sit this one out, Kellie..."

	"Donna, Sweetie, do you really think these things happen all the
time?" Kellie retorted.  "Daddy hasn't been able to predict them at all!  This
might be our only chance!"  Daddy could arrange almost anything, but, oddly,
he hadn't been able to arrange for her to be picked up...

	"Um, well, yeah, I understand that," Donna argued doggedly, "but what
they're doing is a lot different than what we're used to.  They're having sex
with these women!  They're talking about them having children!"

	Kellie looked at Donna like she had two heads.  "Sweetie, we're not
common sluts!  These men will CERTAINLY recognize THAT.  It'll be all right!"
She stood.  "Come on, fraidy-cat!  I'll show you how it's done..."  Kellie
deployed her best cool yet sultry expression and swept off to overawe her
selected target.  Donna popped her eyes, puffed out a sigh and headed off to
backstop her friend.

	Kellie's selected target was Sanket Pasupula.  While other more
observant women had noticed that Sanket was the author of Rachana's pain and
received him coolly, Kellie had missed that, something aided by the fact that
Sanket hadn't hung around to gloat, but rather had delegated the supervision
of Rachana's punishment to Anne, who was unhappily but dutifully seeing to it
that it was carried out.  Rachana was currently on her back, servicing a
businessman -- and Anne was seeing to it that she displayed the proper
attitude, largely by reminding her that Sanket wanted to see her slutty side.
Rachana was having a hard time being genuine about it, but she was doing a
decent enough job of acting, at least...  The guy fucking her didn't care --
he was just taking advantage of the situation.

	Given the situation, Sanket was somewhat surprised when Kellie marched
forthrightly up to him, sticking out her hand, and announced, "Hi!  I'm Kellie
Wentworth!  Are you still, ummm, interviewing?"

	Sanket accepted the handshake, more out of surprise than anything
else.  He eyed Kellie narrowly for a moment before admitting, "Yes, I am.  Can
I see your CAP card, please?"  Kellie was a little too perfect; whether it was
the tanning-bed tan, or the carefully tailored sundress, or just the attitude,
something raised Sanket's hackles.

	"I have a four point two!" Kellie said brightly, handing it over,
"Isn't that great?"  Daddy had said so...  "This is my friend Donna," she
added belatedly, pointing at her.

	"Yes..."  Sanket was examining the subscores.  Basically, they
reflected Kellie as what she was -- a young woman spoiled by her fortunate
looks and money.  He passed it back and held out his hand for Donna's.  Donna
supplied hers, carefully tilting it so that Kellie couldn't see her score;
Kellie blithely assumed that Donna hadn't done as well -- but Donna had a four
point nine...

	Sanket examined Donna's card a good deal longer than he examined
Kellie's -- and then he examined Donna.  Kellie got impatient with is attitude
rapidly.  "Well?" she demanded.

	"I'm sorry, Sanket told her distantly, "You do not meet my specific
needs at this time..."

	Kellie blinked in shock.  "I don't?  What are they?"

	"I would prefer not to go into them," he replied smoothly.  "I'm sure
that they differ markedly from anything you've experienced.  Thank you."  He
turned away.  The LAST thing he needed was another prima donna to break in...

	"WELL!"  Kellie stomped off.  This was embarrassing, to say the least!

	Donna made to follow her, but Sanket caught her arm.  "You may stay,"
he told her.

	"I'd better not..." she replied, watching her friend cast about for a
new target.

	"If she is selected, she is in for a rude awakening," Sanket told her.
"You may not want to be present for it.  Remember that."

	Donna nodded and moved off.  A good look around confirmed the man's
statement -- but Kellie seemed to be missing the point...

	"Maybe the other Indian guy?" Kellie suggested.  "I think they're cute
-- although THAT one was certainly unpleasant..."  Before Donna could offer an
opinion, she was off again to glad-hand Kiran, who was just as surprised as
Sanket had been.  "Hi, I'm Kellie!"

	"I'm sure you are," Kiran replied, somewhat taken aback.

	"Are you still interviewing?" Kellie asked.  She scanned the two women
with him, finding them wanting.  "I'm sure you're looking for a certain...
quality..."

	"Yes," Kiran replied, his eyes hardening.  This one...  Undoubtedly,
she was going to need strict discipline -- something he could apply to her and
thus provide object lessons for his other women, Amita and Sharmila.  Kiran
was NOT going to fall prey to the kind of disrespect that Sanket had suffered
-- and this white bitch was probably the perfect solution.  "May I see your
card?"

	"See?" Kellie said to Donna, "They're not all totally without
manners..."

	Kiran absorbed this -- apparently, she thought that he wasn't there or
something.  The scores were appalling; she would require a significant amount
of re-education.  On the other hand, she was a beauty for a white American
slut...  The other one, however, would not do...

	"This is my friend Donna..." Kellie waved an introduction.  Kiran
nodded at her dismissively while he returned Kellie's card.  "I may have a
single opening..."

	"My, THAT's awkward," Kellie muttered, glancing at Donna, thinking,
'Obviously, she's too fat...'  For the record, she was right; while Donna
wasn't REALLY fat, her thicker body said 'auntie' to Kiran -- and he was
uninterested.

	Donna glanced back at Sanket, who was -- unaccountably, for her --
watching them.  He frowned and shook his head no.  The implication was clear
-- he was saying 'You don't want to do that!'  Her interpretation was
absolutely correct, too -- Sanket knew well that Kiran considered American
women to be disposable -- someone to vent his lusts upon, but not in a class
with women in his own culture.  "Kellie, maybe we should look elsewhere."

	Kiran, a master manipulator, smiled smugly and said, "Yes, perhaps you
should..."

	The barb struck Kellie dead center of her ego -- and evoked the
expected stupid reaction.  "No, I think not," she replied stubbornly.
"Sweetie, you KNOW we won't be able to just go on forever," she told Donna,
cutting her loose.  "I mean, it's been fun, but..."

	Donna recoiled, hurt -- but Kellie had already dismissed her.  "I'd
like to accept the position," she asserted.

	Kiran nodded.  "Very well -- let's go over to the Marines..."  The
four of them -- Kiran, Kellie, and his other two women -- moved off.  Donna
watched them go, then glanced worriedly back at Sanket, who was still watching
her, lips pursed, his eyes dark.  He gestured her over; adrift, she gravitated
to him.

	"She just dropped me like a hot rock!" Donna sniffled, hurt and angry.

	"She has made a major mistake," Sanket replied.  "I know Kiran -- her
lot will be exceedingly hard."

	"She deserves it!" Donna spat.

	"You may change your mind after watching her suffer for a while,"
Sanket replied.  "After all, she WAS your friend..."  Eyeing her, he added, "I
believe that I can offer a somewhat better position..."

	"What do you want?" Donna asked warily.

	"I want you to demonstrate that you lack the pride and foolishness
that are going to make your friend's life so very hard," Sanket replied.  "For
starters, I should see you nude..."

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

	Mitch had rounded on Pete.  "I have a question," he asked.

	"That would be something I'm here for," Pete agreed.

	"I'm talking to a woman who wants to know what the status of children
she's the legal guardian for might be," Mitch explained.  "Can they go with
her?"

	Pete communed a moment with the AI in orbit assigned to his team.  "In
the past, we've allowed adopted children, due to the increase in genetic
diversity involved -- but this is sort of a grey area.  What is your take on
the situation?  My AI doesn't really understand..."

	"Well, legal guardianship usually reflects an issue where the child
can't live with the parents, either temporarily or permanently.  Kids might go
to their grandparent's to go to school while their parents travel overseas --
that sort of thing.  It isn't giving up custody, per se, like an adoption..."
Mitch explained.  "In this case, the birth mother has... issues... and isn't
suitable to take care of the child..."

	"I see..."  Pete wondered just how hot the water could get over this.
"I would think that the wishes of the parents rule in this case.  I'd want
written permission."

	Mitch nodded.  "That's fair."

	"Ultimately, it's up to you -- you don't have to mix in this," Pete
advised.  Clearly, HE wouldn't...

	But he wasn't Mitch.  "Thanks..." he moved off, leaving room for Kiran
to present his latest acquisition to Pete.

	"This woman wishes to enter my service," Kiran announced.

	"And?" Pete asked, raising his eyebrows.

	"Is it reversible, once we're agreed?" Kiran asked.

	Pete blinked.  "Only from your side."  Divining Kiran's intent to a
certain extent, he added, "It's effectively irrevocable."

	Kiran turned to Kellie.  "The Marine will witness.  Declare your
intent and we are done."

	Kellie, hearing what she wanted to hear and blithely disregarding the
negative signals present, announced clearly, "I wish to be bound to this man.
That's like marriage isn't it?"

	"More than that, actually," Pete replied, eyeing her quizzically,
thinking, 'This one is a nut...'

	"I accept her service, to do with her as I please.  It is done," Kiran
announced.

	A bit late, Kellie's eyes narrowed.  "What was that?"

	"All will be made clear," Kiran assured her.

	'You are fucked...' Pete thought, getting it.  'Stupid!'  "Duly
witnessed!" he announced, digging the blonde's grave for her.

	Kellie glanced around in her triumph.  THIS would show that OTHER guy
what he was missing!  Her eye lit on Sanket, who had Donna nude before him;
she was spreading her stance to accept his fingers between her legs while he
hefted a breast.  "Five minutes and she's acting like a common whore," Kellie
sneered.

	Kiran's voice was hard; "I don't think you should let her get any too
far ahead of you!  Strip!"

	Kellie whirled, gasping, "But I thought...?"

	"What, exactly?" Pete asked.

	"I thought you recognized..."

	"A spoiled brat so disconnected from reality as not to recognize that
she was selling herself into slavery?" Kiran finished for her.  "Was that it?"

	"Slavery?"  Kellie gulped.

	"What part of 'effectively irrevocable' don't you understand?" Pete
asked.

	"Well, okay, but I'm influential!  I have friends!  You're going to
want to keep me happy and show me off at parties..." Kellie insisted.

	"You HAVE no friends!" Kiran retorted.  "They are obviously disposable
-- I saw what you did to your companion!  Besides, the social climate where we
are going is going to be quite different than what you're used to, no
doubt..."

	"Correct!" Pete interjected.

	"As for parties -- I'm sure you'll be there -- perhaps providing
sexual services to the other guests...  STRIP!  NOW!" Kiran yelled.

	"B--but..." Kellie protested.

	SMACK!  Kiran's hand left a large, red print on her face.  "MOVE!"

	"I want to go home," Kellie said dully.

	"You ARE home, Honey," Pete told her.  "Your new home is with him --
and I suggest that you learn the ropes, because, as I said, the agreement is
only revocable from HIS side.  He can certainly get rid of you -- and killing
you IS an option!"

	Kellie looked up at Kiran aghast.  Kiran was clenching and unclenching
his fists.  "You are STILL dressed..." he hissed.

	Kellie watched the man, her gaze unblinking, as she undid the halter
strap of her sundress and worked it over her hips.  "The shoes, too?" she
asked, her voice frigid.

	It got her another pistol-crack slap across the face.  "You will speak
to me with respect -- or I will fix things such that you have no tongue!"
Kiran hissed.

	"This will only go on for so long!" Kellie insisted.  "Daddy will..."

	"Daddy will get a nice note telling him you've gotten lucky and
emigrated to the colonies," Pete interjected.  "If you don't learn real fast,
he may get a second note on the heels of it telling him that sadly, you opened
an airlock on the transport ship and exposed yourself to vacuum."

	Kellie goggled.  "You're not serious!"

	Pete nodded to Kiran.  "He is.  I suggest you get with the program."

	Kiran snatched Kellie's handbag out of her hands, extracted her CAP
card,  and tossed the bag across the room.  "You will not be needing that.
Your new name is 'Slut' until I change it.  Do you understand, Slut?"

	Kellie opened her mouth, thought better of it, and closed it.  Kiran's
eyes became VERY dangerous.  "Respond, when I speak to you, Slut..."

	"My name..." Kellie began -- and then the world spun and pain erupted
in her chest.  He'd punched her!  She sat on the ground, unable to breathe,
her diaphragm temporarily paralyzed, gasping with shock!  'HE HIT ME -- AGAIN!
LIKE A PUNCHING BAG!'  The realization washed over her like a tsunami.

	"What is your name?" Kiran demanded.  He drew back a foot to kick her.

	Kellie waved her hands -- she couldn't breathe, much less talk!
"Sssss..."  is all that she managed to get out.

	"What was that?" Kiran pantomimed being unable to hear her.  "Slut,
was it?"  Kellie nodded vehemently.  "Crawl here to me and service me, Slut.
Suck my cock.  Work hard and I may not beat you too harshly..."  Kellie, her
will momentarily overridden at least, crawled forward and began fighting with
his zipper with shaking hands.  Kiran turned to Amita and Sharmila.  "Observe.
I will brook no foolishness from either of you.  This one will likely die
before she learns how to be a slave -- your job is to learn from her
mistakes."

	Donna stood watching her erstwhile friend while Sanket's fingers
probed her sex, her attention captured by the violence.  "These are real?" he
asked, hefting her breast.

	"Yes," she nodded.

	"How do you feel about children?" he asked.

	Donna's gaze shifted from Sanket to Kiran and back.  "What is the
correct answer?" she asked.

	"The truth," Sanket replied.  "I am not Kiran.  I sent your friend
away because I already have a woman who will require some discipline -- and I
have little stomach for it.  Do you like sex?"

	"Uhh, some...  That feels good..."  Donna's sexual experience was
limited.  Sanket's finger, pressing on her clitoris and moving, was pleasant.
"I really haven't... gone all the way..."

	"What about fellatio?" Sanket asked, waving at where Kellie was
becoming acquainted with her new master's cock.

	"Yeah, I've done that a couple of times."  Donna dropped to her knees.