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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright (c) 2008 by deGaffer

   SUMMARY: A wealthy and politically connected college librarian
manipulates a group of students and encourages them to put together a team
that the Confederacy shouldn't ignore.
UNIVERSE: The Swarm Cycle
WARNING: This story contains material unsuitable for minors and
narrow-minded individuals.  It probably contains sex, violence, and other
socially unacceptable material.  You have been warned!
CONTENT: MF ScFi
This story is set in the Swarm Cycle Universe created by Thinking
Horndog.  Get a grip; this is fiction.  Any resemblance between the content
of this story or any of the characters depicted herein with real persons,

places or events is totally coincidental.

   It started with a simple concept that should have been a short story,
but it seems to have morphed into an epic saga of scheming, planning,
deception, and of course, sex.

   I very much appreciate the patience and efforts of Mulligan.  His help
has made this a much better story.  I claim full responsibility for all
errors and omissions.

   Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.  Reproduction
for profit is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the
author's email address.

   CHAPTER 30: A Strange New World

   Shortly after returning to Zephyrus Sgt.  Budzinski asked the AI, "How
many did we get?"

   The AI responded, "There are 265 volunteers and 1467 concubines aboard
the three ships bound for Azahar.  Ninety-five pods on Zephyrus, ninety-two
pods on Aurora, and ninety pods on Chronos have been allocated to sponsors.
There are an unusually large number of children per concubine, and twelve
very large families that need double pods for adequate space.  One pod on
each ship is being reserved for a nursery or other emergency use.  The
eight unallocated pods are to be loaded with the materiel requested by
Lieutenant Cooper of the Asimov for delivery to Azahar."

   "I wonder why there are so many concubines for only 265 sponsors,"
Budzinski remarked.

   Thinking that was a query, the AI answered.  "The sponsors have a
nineteen-point-eight percent higher CAP score than the average pickup, and
most of them were allowed a supernumerary concubine."

   Capt.  McGregor gathered all 265 sponsors in the large briefing room. 
He keyed his implant before speaking, "Ladies and gentlemen, your
attention, please!  The trip to Azahar will take us about two months. 
We'll remain in Earth orbit for another two days to complete the dependent
pickups and load supplies and equipment that we will be delivering to your
destination."

   McGregor looked through the crowd for familiar faces, "We have three
basic groups bound for Azahar.  The first is a core group of
mathematicians, physicists, and scientists who will be establishing an
advanced weapons research facility at or near the colony.  The second is
typical colonists, with a few atypical colonists just to keep it
interesting, whose primary mission is to support the researchers.  And
finally there's a paramilitary unit that will be returning to Earth to
establish hidden defenses to harass the Sa'arm when they arrive.  This
final group is tasked with constructing some of the new colony's
infrastructure while receiving training to become the Earth Home Guard
Militia."

   McGregor steeled himself as he addressed the third group.  "I know that
you Earth Militia recruits expect to return to Earth soon after the
completion of military training, which typically takes only a few months.
At this time you should not anticipate returning until a year or two at the
most before the Sa'arm incursion is predicted to reach Earth.  The reason
that a lot of your duties at Azahar will be construction-oriented is
because these are skills you'll need when you begin constructing bases for
the defense of Earth.  Your training will not be all class work, theory,
construction, and simulation.  Part of your training will also be actual
contact with real live Sa'arm on other planets."

   As expected, there was a low-key rumbling as comments were exchanged
among this group.  Holding up his hand, McGregor continued, "I'll be
meeting with the militia group tomorrow morning when we're all rested. 
This is a major departure from expectations and I didn't think it should be
withheld any longer than necessary."

   McGregor locked eyes with Martha before continuing, "Martha Grayson,
will you please join me?  The next piece of potentially shocking news is
for everyone including this lovely lady.  She has been designated as the
Planetary Governor of Azahar."

   Martha was frozen in her tracks, totally stunned by this revelation. 
"What!  Who made that boneheaded decision?"

   Those who knew Martha, including McGregor laughed, but it died down
quickly when she assumed a position next to McGregor.  "Governor Grayson,"
McGregor addressed her as well as the crowd.  "There are many decisions
that must be made regarding the deployment of assets and resources that are
critical to the success of your new colony.  A lot of hard decisions will
be needed to make it a viable, self-sufficient world that can provide the
necessary support for the research and training facilities that will be
based on or near Azahar.  Unfortunately there isn't time for you to prepare
yourself for this role.  You must begin making decisions immediately."

   McGregor turned to face Martha.  "One of the first decisions is the
allocation of pods on the three colony transports that will take us there.
I had originally thought to place the three primary groups on the three
ships, but one group is too large to be transported on a single 96-pod
transport.  Other groups are too small for efficient use of the resources.
Also, the fore and aft 48-pod sections are, for most practical purposes,
physically isolated from each other but communication between the two is
possible."

   "What difference does it really make?" Martha asked somewhat confused.
"I've seen people and equipment moving freely between the ships through the
transporters."

   McGregor nodded, "Yes, it's possible to move ship-to-ship while in
orbit. But it's not possible when the ships' FTL drives take them into
hyperspace for the two-month voyage.  The occupants of each ship will be
out of touch with those on the other two ships.  Medical augmentation and
sponsor-concubine briefings usually take a month, which is the typical
Earth-to-colony transit time.  Azahar is a bit further out."

   Martha didn't yet have an AI implant, but as the mother of four she had
a voice that could carry.  "I don't like the 'us versus them' association
of the three groups identified by Captain McGregor.  Everyone please stand
up and group yourselves with those you prefer as traveling companions."

   The sponsors began shuffling about the room and forming themselves into
groups.  The outcome of the groupings was no real surprise to Martha.  Most
of the groups were five to fifteen sponsors.  Contenders for the largest
group were the college kids and military weapons developers.  Martha
considered breaking up these large groups to prevent clicks from
developing, but a two-month journey would hardly impact the bonding of
these typically asocial individuals.  She decided to lump them together
both to keep an eye on them, and to begin merging the fresh faces with the
old guard.

   It took less than an hour for her to negotiate the crowd into six groups
that pretty much duplicated the AI's prediction when allocating pods on the
three ships.  Martha wrote the name of a ship and section on six pieces of
paper and had one member of each group draw one from a hat.

   "Thank you for your help, Governor Grayson," McGregor said with
sincerity.  "I ask that those who will be aboard the forward section of
Aurora to please collect your concubines and proceed to the transporter
room at this time.  Your pod assignment will be given to you when you exit
the transporter.  Please have all of your concubines and dependents who
have already been picked up with you before going to the transporter room."

   It took well over an hour for everyone to get organized and delivered to
their pods for the night.  Everyone was so wasted from the long day and
late night that some of the promised sex was not delivered, but Rhonda got
her full quota.

   When Lesa, Jake and their combined groups entered their pods, Lesa
insisted that both Jake and Sven have sex with the sexually frustrated
Rhonda before retiring for the night.  When Lesa showed him Rhonda's
amazing sexual prowess sub-scores, Jake asked Ito to join in.  Rhonda had
never before had three such well-hung and vigorous lovers at once, and she
was very pleased with the very thorough fucking she shared with them.  She
slept better that night than she had in years.

   Reiko and Sara Jay intercepted Ito as he staggered out of Rhonda's room.
After cleaning him up they shared a large bed with him.  Lesa snuggled
close to the exhausted Jake in Rhonda's bed.  Donna claimed the exhausted
Sven and got closure for her abbreviated test drive some time after
midnight when Sven had recovered enough strength to be of service.

   Kids were brought aboard throughout the next day as the new sponsors and
concubines completed their initial medical scans and orientation.

   Jake and Lesa occupied all three pods on one side of a corridor in the
forward section of the ship.  It took all day for the pods to be
reconfigured to accommodate the two of them, their fourteen concubines, and
thirty-four children.

   Across the corridor were Benjamin and Martha's triple-pod quarters. 
They only had twelve concubines and eighteen children giving them just a
bit more room; so, Martha had a large reception area configured along with
separate offices for her and Benjamin.

   Lesa found the large crate that she had left in her hotel suite in the
great room of her pod when she returned from breakfast with Jake and the
rest of their family.  She removed the combination lock, broke the seals,
and examined the contents.  She transferred the tea service, photographs,
and notebook computer that were packed on top to appropriate lockers in the
pod.  Underneath those items were the weapons and ammunition Sgt. 
Budzinski had asked her to bring with her.  She closed and locked the crate
before asking the AI if Sgt.  Budzinski was available.

   She approached Sgt.  Budzinski in the ship's gymnasium, "Excuse me
Sergeant, but there's a crate in my pod that should be in the armory.  Can
you have someone move it for me?  It's rather heavy."

   Budzinski stopped the treadmill he was on and turned to smile at Lesa.
He wiped the sweat off of his face with the towel around his neck and
smiled before responding.  "I thought you'd be more comfortable with your
'friends' nearby, but we can secure your belongings in the armory if you
prefer." Budzinski gave Lesa a very serious look before making a request.
"Will you allow me time for a shower?  With your permission, I'd very much
like to bring some friends to your pod for a private showing before the
contents are locked away."

   "I should be back from my meeting with Captain McGregor by ten hundred,"
Lesa replied.  "Would you be available then?"

   Budzinski nodded, "I should be able to work that into my busy schedule."

   *-*-*

   Capt.  McGregor met with the thirty-seven militia volunteers in one of
the ship's briefing rooms.

   "Has the modified schedule prompted any of you to change your minds?" He
asked the group and was relieved that none stepped forward.

   "What was that business about getting down and dirty with Sa'arm?" Dean
Gotti asked McGregor.

   "Tactics, Mr.  Gotti," McGregor responded.  "We don't have effective
tactics for confronting the Sa'arm head-on.  The Confederacy commanders
believe that you will need effective tactics to have any level of success
in your mission to harass the dickheads that enter the Solar System."

   McGregor continued when there were no interruptions.  "Tulak is a planet
that's currently being overrun by Sa'arm, and we currently have a
successful blockade of the Tulakat planetary system.  Sergeant Budzinski
and others have fought Sa'arm in both minor skirmishes and major
engagements on Tulak and other planets.  He's one of a very few to see the
inside a Sa'arm underground facility and live to tell about it."

   One of the burley mercenaries asked, "So, we're going to get a chance to
kill dickheads before they get to Earth?"

   "Absolutely," answered a smiling McGregor.

   Gotti asked, "Where's this Sergeant Budzinski?"

   "He was headed to the shower thirty minutes ago," Lesa responded.

   Turning to his daughter, Gotti asked, "You know him?"

   "Yes," She responded.  "He seems to be impressed that I got the drop on
him with a Barrett without being spotted by his high-tech surveillance
system."

   Gotti laughed and remarked."You always were a sneaky one, Peanut."

   Turning to McGregor, Gotti seemed to be speaking for everyone when he
said, "I think spending a few years gathering intelligence, developing
tactics, and building colonies will do us a lot of good provided we can
interact with our contacts on Earth to keep our interests there in good
shape."

   McGregor gave a sigh of relief, "That can be arranged."

   "Wait a minute," Lesa spoke up with a confused expression.  "I agreed to
return to Earth and stay there as soon as my training was completed.  When
we talked about this in my home you told me that the Darjee didn't want
someone like me run loose about the galaxy."

   Everyone in the room was confused when McGregor burst into laughter at
Lesa's remark until he responded to the implied question, "That's right. 
You'll be required to return to Earth as soon as your training is
completed. The thing is, your training regimen is not typical because your
mission is not typical.  Your training is expected to last quite a while."

   The room rippled with laughter as the end-run was revealed and the group
of volunteers understood why McGregor was so amused.

   McGregor then asked, "Are there any other issues that need to be
addressed?"

   *-*-*

   Lesa had spent a good part of the morning laughing at Jake as he tried
to avoid making any of the other twelve women in their pod feel ignored. 
Sven and Ito would help him keep feminine sexual frustration from being a
serious issue, but it would take days for Jake to give each one of the
women his personal attention.  His dilemma was the order in which he should
plow his fields.  "Just draw names out of a hat," Lesa suggested when her
laugher subsided enough for her to speak.

   "That's so impersonal," Jake complained.

   Lesa caressed his face with her hand, "Your sex life has not been as
spontaneous as you might have thought.  Sara Jay, Leslie, Consuela and I
have conspired with each other before most of your sexual escapades."

   Jake smiled, "Yeah, I know.  It's been fun having you guys do all the
work, but I don't think Denise, Saika, Deidre, or Traci feel like they're
part of the family.  I haven't seen them with their heads in one of your
sisterly huddles."

   "You can't push that, Jake," Lesa advised.  "They'll have to find their
own place and create their own relationships with the others, but maybe we
can promote bonding with some family activities."

   Jake kissed Lesa.  "I guess we can let it ride for a day or two.  Maybe
you, Sarita, and Roberta can watch the kids while the rest of us have an
orgy.  Who can we invite, not that Sven, Ito, and I can't satisfy twelve
horny women?"

   "Whomever you invite is likely to bring enough women to keep the ratio
near four-to-one," Lesa said through her laughter.

   At precisely ten hundred the AI announced, "Sergeant Budzinski and four
others are in the companionway requesting entry."

   Lesa got up and headed toward the entry, "Let them in, please."

   "Good morning again, Sergeant," Lesa greeted Budzinski with a handshake.

   Budzinski stepped aside and introduced his companions.  "Ms.  Crews,
these worthless individuals are Staff Sergeant Cynthia Miller, Staff
Sergeant Ronald Carson, Master Sergeant Reginald Cox, and Master Sergeant
Walter Emerson."

   Lesa moved toward the crate that was now the focus of the large room. 
Looking up she noticed Jake sitting at the table.  "Forgive me gentlemen;
this is my partner, Jake Caulfield."

   Each of the group gave Jake a polite nod, but their attention was on
Lesa and her crate as she sat in a chair to remove the lock.  Jake watched
as Budzinski helped her with the hinged lid.  Lesa released the two bars
that locked the weapons securely in place.

   She removed the huge Barrett sniper rifle with its massive telescopic
sight and locked the bolt open before handing it to Budzinski who asked,
"Is this the one?"

   When she nodded in reply, he looked at the others and said, "You can
imagine how nervous I was having my movements tracked through this
monster."

   Cox leaned in for a closer look, "So, this is what was developed after
Carlos and his spotter lugged an M2 with a telescopic sight into North
Vietnam, nice."

   Lesa assured him, "The crosshairs never touched you."

   Budzinski laughed, "That's not terribly reassuring." He handed the rifle
to Cox who opened the bipod and set the rifle on the table in front of Jake
as Lesa pulled a heavy steel box from the crate.  Inside were the custom
rounds she used in the Barrett.  "Fuck!" Budzinski exclaimed, "Those aren't
standard fifty cal rounds."

   "Not hardly," Lesa agreed after laughing at his expression.  "A young,
aspiring gunsmith made these for me.  It has a thirty caliber depleted
uranium projectile in a fifty caliber Teflon sabot.  It has a good bit more
speed, range, and accuracy than your military issue round."

   "Where did you get depleted uranium?" Cox asked her quietly.

   Lesa looked at him and said, "I ... found it." Her remark evoked
laughter from everyone, including Jake.  She returned the cartridge to the
steel box and put it back into the crate.

   There were two antique weapons remaining in the crate.

   "Two of John Moses Browning's greatest inventions," Budzinski said
reverently.

   Lesa pointed at her Model 1897 Winchester pump shotgun and said, "Each
of the six twelve-gauge combat rounds that this piece holds is typically
loaded with fifteen thirty-caliber lead balls." She pointed out a sheathed
bayonet in the crate.  "With that attached to the muzzle there's no more
effective weapon in the world for close-up, in-your-face combat.  It was
devastating in the trenches of World War I."

   MSgt.  Emerson commented, "The shotgun I used in Viet Nam didn't have a
bayonet lug.  I like it!" When Lesa gave him a puzzled look, Emerson added,
"Like Budzinski here, I'm a lot older than I look."

   MSgt.  Cox pointed to the other antique and noted, "The M14 was supposed
to replace the Browning Automatic Rifle, but it didn't have the
reliability, power, accuracy, or range of this weapon.  All it could boast
was a slightly higher rate of fire and two-thirds the weight.  A pair of
these can walk right up to a pillbox from several hundred meters away.  No
one's going to stick his face in a firing slit that has ten bullets from
these things bouncing through it every couple of seconds.  You can't get
that kind of respect from a dozen M16's."

   Lesa repacked the crate and borrowed a pen from Jake.  She wrote the
combination for the padlock in Budzinski's palm.  Lesa shook her visitor's
hands before they hefted the crate.  "It was a pleasure meeting all of you.
I look forward to learning tactics from all of you on Azahar."

   *-*-*

   There was a crowd of family and friends in the Grayson foyer when
Benjamin returned after spending twenty-four hours in a med-bay tube.  The
nannites had repaired the damage to his heart along with two hidden
aneurisms and were diligently working to clean up his arteries now that his
cholesterol and hormones were within normal limits.

   "Oh my," Martha said after giving him a big welcome-home kiss.  "You
look better than you have in decades, my dear.  Your color is back and your
eyes are bright and clear.  Wait, where are your glasses?"

   Benjamin spoke while holding Martha close, "It appears that vision
issues are simple enough to be taken care of without a great deal of pain
and stress.  But you'll have to contend with my old body until they're sure
my system can withstand the stress of augmentation and age reduction."

   "I think I'm going to miss your old body when it's gone," Martha
replied.

   Benjamin greeted and spoke with everyone who had stopped in.  It took a
while for the crowd to thin out.  After Benjamin had spoken with everyone,
Misty got permission from Martha and Janet through eye contact and took
Benjamin's hand.  "Let me show you your study," She offered as she led him
across the room.

   After they entered the spacious room, Misty turned and secured the
entry. The layout and furnishing closely duplicated that of his study in
Boston.  Misty discarded her shift while he was examining the top of the
large desk.  When he turned to face her, she jumped into his arms gripping
him with both of her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

   The shocked man exclaimed, "What are you doing?  I'm old enough to be
your grandfather!"

   "Maybe so, but you're NOT my grandfather," Misty replied.  "Martha tells
me that she'll not sleep with you until you've spent the night with each of
your concubines and gotten at least one woman pregnant.  I stopped taking
my B-C pills two weeks ago and the med-tech told me that the nannites have
flushed their effect out of my system and triggered an ovulation.  Janet
and I want my first baby to be yours, and right now is the perfect time for
me to get pregnant."

   "You can't be serious!" Benjamin responded, "I can't possibly have sex
with someone so young."

   Misty had stroked her sex with her right hand before accosting Benjamin.
She hooked her left arm behind his neck and traced his lips with her damp
fingers as though she was asking him to be quiet.  "Let me open your pants.
If you're not hard, then you can fasten them back and we'll go back out to
the party.  If you're hard, then we party in here."

   She slid down Benjamin's torso and legs until she was on her knees.  He
leaned against his desk as she slowly unfastened his loose slacks and
lowered them to his ankles before gripping his boxers.

   Benjamin was surprised by his growing erection.  He rubbed his mouth and
asked, "What did you do to me you little minx?"

   Misty giggled has she lowered the boxers and took his half-mast cock
into her warm mouth to complete its awakening.  When it was rampant, she
backed off and with twinkling eyes told him, "All's fair in sex and war."
She removed his shoes and helped him step out of his pants and underwear
before standing to remove shirt.

   Misty changed places with him and leaned back on the desktop with her
butt barely on the desk.  She hooked the heel of each foot on the edge of
the desk presenting an incredibly lewd display of her bushy box.  She told
him, "The source of your erection is right here." Misty again stroked her
own sex causing her inner lips to spring open enough to reveal her juicy
entrance.

   Benjamin had not been this painfully hard in decades.  His newly
restored hormones took control of his body, and he stepped close enough for
the tip of his cock to make contact with her labia.  They both moaned and
caught their breath as his swollen glans pushed through the tight entrance
and began inching its way into her soft, wet tunnel.

   "I shouldn't be doing this," Benjamin lamented as he began stroking his
incredibly stiff shaft in and out of Misty's tight tunnel.  "Why can't I
stop myself?"

   "Ssh, it's okay!" Misty assured him.  "We're in a whole new world where
it's perfectly fine for good friends to fuck.  It's actually expected of us
out here."

   Benjamin took little comfort in her assurances, but continued to slide
in and out of his diminutive lover.  He was surprised that the tiny girl
had room in her abdomen for his entire manhood.  He felt larger than he'd
ever been, and he began to forcefully thrust into her as his primitive
instincts took control of his body.  These instincts had been dormant for
nearly a decade, but something had awakened them as the sight, smell, and
touch of the sensual woman before him became the focus of his universe.

   He shot a potent cocktail of semen and sperm into the writhing girl
impaled on his cock.  He was surprised that he hadn't collapsed across her,
but he was still supporting his torso with his arms when his head cleared.
He was inches from Misty's smiling face and lowered himself to kiss her
tenderly on the lips.  "Thank you for a wonderful welcome home."

   Benjamin easily got to his feet and pulled his stiff cock out of the
small woman lewdly displaying herself on his desk.  "We're a mess," he
observed.

   Misty cupped her drooling sex with her right hand as she sank to her
knees to clean Benjamin's stiff cock with her mouth.  Seeing that he was
still very hard she asked, "Would you like some more?  I could lie across
the desk on my stomach."

   Benjamin chuckled, "I'm sure you could.  Maybe tomorrow, it sometimes
takes more than one try for someone to get pregnant."

   Misty beamed, "I'll hold you to that offer!" She stood and licked her
juicy fingers as she crossed the room.  She bent over at the waist to
retrieve her shift.

   Benjamin groaned as he watched the damp bush push its way through the
slender thighs that flanked Misty's plump labia.  He helped her into her
shift and said, "We'd better go before we ruin Martha's plans for my
evening." As he tucked his cock into his pants he told Misty, "I suspect
that Martha will expect me to use this on someone else rather soon."

   There was no mistaking the source of Misty's smile when she and Benjamin
left his office.  Martha was the first to give her a big hug.  "Thank you
for cooperating, Benjamin.  I really didn't think she could seduce you."

   "It had to be something they gave me in while I was in medical,"
Benjamin groused.

   Martha asked him, "Did she tell you what I expect you to do in the next
few days?"

   Benjamin sighed, "Yes.  And I'm sure you're not going to give me an out;
so, I might as well get it over with as quickly as possible." He almost
managed to keep a straight face, but was feeling much too spry.

   *-*-*

   Lesa was too near to term with her pregnancy to undergo major
enhancements.  She was given prenatal nanobot treatments to ensure that all
would go well when it was time for her to deliver.

   Martha's situation was unique in the records of the medical facility
aboard Zephyrus.  There was some distress among the medical staff when the
initial scan showed that the sixty-five-year-old woman was pregnant, but
the fetus was not a DNA match to her or her husband and the DNA of her
ovaries didn't match the DNA of her body or the fetus.

   Martha didn't allow any changes to the DNA beyond what was necessary to
ensure that she delivered a healthy baby.  She wanted to retain the DNA of
the donor's ovaries as a tribute to her generous benefactor.  The nannites
were limited to eliminating the scar tissue and insuring the continued
acceptance of the mismatched body, womb and fetus.  Age reduction was
limited to the functional needs of her pregnancy.  She only appeared to be
younger because she was healthier.

   *-*-*

   Toby had acquired a husband and wife pair from the janitorial contractor
servicing the hotel.  Amos and Andrea Brown were the owners of the agency
that provided staff to several of the local hotels.  The black couple was
inspecting the hotel's facilities when the Marines arrived.

   Even though Tiffany made it clear that she really enjoyed Amos' above
average equipment and all the attention she got from everyone, Toby sensed
that she was not entirely happy with her situation.  In a quiet moment,
Toby took Tiffany aside to catch up with his valued companion.  "You
haven't been as energetic since finals week as you were the last time we
were at your parent's house." He observed before asking, "Are you homesick
already?"

   She smiled at Toby and kissed him softly for several minutes before
looking into his eyes.  She was clearly conflicted when she spoke, "I
really love being with you guys.  Everyone is accepted for who they are and
what they are.  I feel loved, but I don't feel like I fit in."

   She put her finger to his lips to stop him from speaking, "I belong to
you, but not with you.  My history is so different from all of yours.  I
know it'll be years before I can fully appreciate where the five of you
come from.  I've lived in an ivory tower my entire life making everything
here appear that much more foreign to me.  I don't think anything can be
done to change that."

   Toby spoke to the ceiling, "AI, please give me directions to where I can
find Henry Cohen and let him know that Tiffany and I would like to speak
with him."

   Tiffany looked at Toby in surprise, "Toby, what are you thinking?"

   Toby just kissed her, took her by the hand, and followed the AI's
directions to Henry's pod.

   Henry greeted Toby with a handshake and Tiffany with a kiss on the
cheek. "Please, come in and relax," Henry told the pair.

   Toby looked around the pod before taking a seat.  The subtle decorations
spoke of class and an appreciation for the refined aspects of civilization.
Understanding began settling itself in Toby's mind.  Taking a deep breath
he spoke to his host, "Tiffany is more isolated from her world than the
rest of the people who share my pod.  Just looking around at the little
accents you have displayed gives me some insight to her needs.  Needs that
will take me years to understand well enough to address, but addressing
them is second nature to you."

   Looking Henry in the eye, Toby asked, "Is there any way I can convince
you to accept Tiffany into your household?"

   Tiffany buried her face in Toby's shoulder and began crying softly,
"You'd do that for me?"

   Henry was stunned by the request.  It was a moment before he could
respond.  "Tiffany would have been my first choice had she been available.
AI, please ask Stephanie, Rachael, and Margaret to join us.  Margaret is
the least comfortable of the three, but you may have any or all of them."

   Toby stood as three women entered the room.  Two had the same poise and
bearing that he recognized in both Henry and Tiffany.  The third was hardly
more than a high school girl.  He looked at the girl and commented, "You
must be Margaret."

   The girl looked at him in surprise, "Do I know you?" She asked
hesitantly.

   "No, but I'd like for you to," Toby answered.  "I'm a bit of a nerd who
can't hope to match the class of your current environment, but it's
possible that you and I have more in common than you and Henry.  Tell me
why you were at the Hilton."

   "I was there with my softball team and was swept up in the excitement of
a Confederacy extraction.  There's not much else to say," the confused girl
responded.

   "Take off your shift, Margaret," Henry directed.  "You'll find that
Margaret is an extremely rare seventeen-year-old.  She's a virgin."

   Margaret blushed in response Henry's instructions, but obeyed
immediately.  Toby was clearly smitten by the athletic brunette.  She was
no more than an inch shorter that his 5'11" height and had distinct ribs
tapering into a narrow waist.  She had a flat tummy and wide hips. 
Triangular tan lines highlighted her firm breasts and trim bush.  Toby was
sold even before Henry had her turn to display her tight butt with its own
inverted triangle pointing the way to her juncture.

   Toby asked, "Tiffany for Margaret?"

   "Tiffany for Margaret," Henry echoed as he shook hands with Toby.

   "So noted," spoke the disembodied voice of the AI.

   Toby kissed a tearful Tiffany, "Be happy, my love." He turned to Henry,
"Forgive me for rushing off, but I have a lot to do before lunchtime."

   "Of course, as do I," Henry smiled at Toby before looking hungrily at
Tiffany.

   Margaret had retrieved her shift.  Toby almost told her to leave it, but
didn't want her to feel she had done anything wrong.  On their way to her
new home she just smiled when Toby looked at her and said, "I hope you're
not too attached to your virginity.  I don't think you'll have it much
longer."

   As much as he wanted to jump his new concubine as soon as the pod hatch
closed behind him, good sense prevailed.  "It's a good thing I let you put
that shift back on, Margaret," Toby mumbled before making an announcement.
"Everyone, I'd like for you to meet Margaret.  She's joining our family. 
Please make her welcome, but she's off-limits for penetration."

   Gloria asked, "How did you acquire another concubine?"

   Toby smiled at her and explained, "Tiffany felt out of place with us,
and Margaret felt out of place with Henry Cohen; so, we traded in the hope
that both will be more comfortable."

   Gloria smile at Margaret, "Let me show you around.  I assume you'll be
taking Tiffany's room." When they were out of earshot Gloria added, "Okay,
what's really going on."

   "It's like he said, I really didn't fit in with Mr.  Cohen and his other
concubines.  They were all so ... elegant," Margaret responded.

   "And the restriction he placed about no penetration?  Is that because
you've been abused?" Gloria asked.

   "No, not at all," Margaret blushed and hesitated before continuing. 
"I'm a virgin."

   Gloria started laughing, but turned serious when she realized Margaret
wasn't joking.  "Someone your age is a virgin!  That has to be a horror
story in itself.  I can't see Toby having the balls to pop your cherry,
Margaret.  He's far too gentle a soul to hurt anyone."

   Margaret cocked her head, "I don't know.  If he hadn't let me put this
shift back on before we left Henry's pod, I'm not sure I'd have made it all
the way here before he required me to give him a ride.  I was really
expecting him to bend me over something and take me the minute we got
here."

   Gloria looked closely at the girl and asked, "And you're a bit
disappointed that he didn't, aren't you?"

   Margaret just blushed in answer to her question.

   The nannites had already corrected Gloria's pituitary problem and she
was already beginning to look less like a skeleton with skin.  After
getting Margaret settled, she returned to the great room and stood in front
of Toby with her hands on her hips.  When he gave her a puzzled look, she
said, "I had better take the edge off of you before you bed Margaret.  If
you're too eager, you might seriously injure her."

   Toby laughed and pulled Gloria into his lap, "I'll be happy to work you
over good if you're feeling randy.  Can we go to my room, or do you want it
right here over this table?"

   The two dripping wet and naked youngsters being chased through the room
by a towel brandishing Andrea answered the question as far as Toby was
concerned.  Toby leaned back after watching the retreating giggles and
lifted Gloria into his arms as he stood, somewhat surprising them both, and
carried her into the master stateroom and secured the entry.  She helped
him get naked and was cheerfully riding his cock in no time.

   *-*-*

   Lesa and Martha encouraged everyone to have a bon voyage party the first
after night the ships entered hyperspace.  The dining hall was configured
with a well-stocked wet bar and ship's stewards who were assigned to the
galley kept a selection of hors d'oeuvres and sweets available.  The music
and lighting was reminiscent of parties in the sixties, except there were
no drugs.  Concubine nudity was encouraged, adding to the sixties ambiance,
and the casual atmosphere helped many of the more timid concubines adjust
to the brave new world of nudity, polygamous relationships, and
recreational sex.

   Jake had spent a half-hour trimming, shaving, and grooming Consuela's
pussy while Lesa did her hair and makeup.  The short mother of four blushed
almost constantly during the time she spent on display at the mixer.  Jake
didn't require her to attend any of the orgies hosted by various sponsors
because she had not yet experienced sex with anyone other than Jake, but
she was beginning to notice Ito when she thought no one was looking.

   Consuela was very embarrassed when approached by her daughter, Maria,
who asked, "How are you holding up, Mama?"

   She managed to speak even though her throat was constricted with her
shame of being naked in front of her daughter around so many strangers. 
"Bien ... Jake and the others are being very patient with me, but they are
pushing me to my limits.  How are you, daughter?" Consuela switched to
English when her daughter frowned at her.

   It was Maria's turn to blush, "I'm no longer a virgin, Mama.  Many
people told me how much fun it would be, but no one told me it would be so
intoxicating!  I want sex all of the time!"

   "That, my dear, is what makes it so dangerous for a single woman,"
Consuela smiled.  "I would very much like to spend some time with you and
your family."

   Maria was clearly pleased that her mother was accepting both of their
situations.  "I'll be busy for the next few weeks, but I'm sure there will
be a lot of time for us before we get to Azahar.  I wonder if the planet is
as beautiful as its name implies.  'Orange Blossom' sounds so lovely and
peaceful, doesn't it?  So Mama, are you going to stay here at the public
party or join one of the groups wandering off?"

   Maria just laughed when her mother made an indignant noise and turned
away.

   Under normal circumstances Martha would not be far enough along to
refrain from sexual activity, but she didn't want to take any chances with
her new internal equipment.  Lesa could still enjoy penetration as long as
it wasn't too vigorous, but like Martha, she was taking no chances.  The
two women remained in the dining hall were they greeted and mixed like the
experienced hostesses they were.  Everyone attending party knew that Martha
and Lesa were in charge.  It was almost as though they were holding court
at the festive gathering.

   Misty also passed on the group gropes.  She was determined to abstain,
except for Benjamin, until a med-tech told her that she was pregnant. 
Benjamin blushed when she winked at him from across the room.  He knew that
a repeat performance with Misty was inevitable.

   It was a very successful mixer that allowed everyone, including the
kids, to become better acquainted with each other and the adventurous to
become very well acquainted in various pods.

   *-*-*

   Toby had road tested Andrea during the pickup just to be sure Amos was
not going to be a problem.  Andrea assured Toby that she had no problem
with Amos fucking anyone who was clean because she was sure that he fucked
about half of their employees on a regular basis.  Toby was looking forward
to a rematch with Andrea' big butt and bigger tits, but knew he needed to
establish himself as the boss with the others first.

   The perpetually horny Gloria had taken on Toby and Amos at the same time
the night of the pickup.  Toby had left Amos and Gloria in his stateroom
when the three were exhausted and went to sleep with the affectionate
Susan.

   Toby had indulged Amos' lust for Tiffany the second night when the two
of them gave the naked knockout a protracted workout.  Tiffany was
insatiable and displayed more stamina than Toby had thought possible in
such a slender woman.  She had finally passed out on top of Amos after Toby
came in her ass for the second time that night.  Toby had pulled the covers
over the pair with Amos' big black dick still lodged in Tiffany's tunnel.

   The energetic Charlotte had ridden Toby's shaft during the pickup to
prove she knew how to use her equipment.  What the fiery redhead lacked in
skill, she made up for with enthusiasm.  She was a recent hedonist convert
having succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh earlier in the season when
seduced by one of the assistant softball coaches.

   Betty had been a last minute selection when Toby realized the Andrea
might not be the nurturing mother required for infants.  She was a classic
Earth mother down to her full breasts, thick bush, and hairy pits.  Her
motherhood and nurturing scores were incredibly high.  She also had
excellent ratings for sexual response that Toby took on faith when he asked
her to join his growing family.

   Betty wore little makeup and didn't shave anywhere.  Her legs were
covered with a slightly heavier down than that on her forearms.  The lush
brown bush over her sex spread in all directions, somewhat randomly onto
her belly and out onto each thigh.

   She didn't appear to be in any way self-conscious about displaying her
gloriously naked self at the mixer and interacted socially with a very
relaxed posture.  However, as soon as they returned to the pod she had
taken Toby by the hand, led him toward his stateroom, and turned pleading
eyes to him at the closed entry.

   Toby said goodnight to everyone and ushered the naked woman into his
quarters.  Betty helped him undress and went to work on his cock with her
mouth.  Toby was disappointed with her fellatio skills, but was pleasantly
shocked when his cock found its way through her jungle and into her
incredibly soft and wet tunnel.

   She wasn't through with him when he rolled off of her after his second
climax and her fifth one.  She coaxed another erection out of him with her
mouth and rode him cowgirl style.  When she couldn't get him up again with
her mouth, she introduced him to the erotic pleasure of having his cock
massaged by soft, warm titties.  The visual image of his cock peeking out
above her tiny brown nipples got him hard again.

   Betty kept him hard by crawling up next to him on her elbows and knees
and whispering, "Fuck me in the ass," into Toby's ear.  He used the copious
quantity of natural lubricant matting her fur to wet his fingers and open
her anus.  A couple of strokes in her vagina coated his cock enough for him
to ease it past her sphincter and into her hot bowels.  She collapsed onto
her stomach when he was blasting what he was sure would be the last load of
his life into her rectum.

   Betty fell asleep with her legs open and cum running out of her ass. 
Toby cleaned up and fell asleep next to her while caressing her soft butt
cheeks.

   Toby woke up on his back with his morning erection fully engaged in
Betty's slick pussy.

   "I've got to go to the bathroom," Toby complained.

   "Hold it in buddy," Betty responded somewhat harshly.  "I woke up with
your fingers in my twat and you're going to have to make good on what they
promised before I let you up." She leaned forward and pushed the peak of
one of her pillowy mounds into his face.  "Here, chewing on my nipple will
jumpstart my clitty and get me off sooner."

   Toby did as instructed.  He caressed her big pink mounds with his hands
and abused her tiny brown nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth.  The
rippling grip of her pussy on his cock brought him over the top soon after
she started her protracted climax.

   He ran to the head as soon as she rolled off of him, though.  He found
her on her back with her arms straight out to the side and knees spread
wide when he returned.  He sat on the bed next to her, and they exchanged a
passionate kiss.  Her smile lit up her plain, chubby face as Toby's fingers
meandered from her chin to her neck and down between her breasts.

   She tried to lie still but gasped and squirmed when his fingers crossed
her sunken navel and began exploring her lush pubic hair.  "Don't start
something you're not prepared to finish," Betty admonished.

   Toby laughed softly.  He looked into her face and said, "You know, I was
going to have all of this removed, but I think I'm going to like playing
hide-and-seek in this lovely playground."

   He cupped her sex and pushed a finger into the crack of her ass.  Betty
hissed and asked, "Be gentle with my asshole, yours is the first cock to
visit it and I'm a bit sore there this morning."

   Toby's jaw dropped.  He couldn't believe he'd taken her cherry ass and
asked, "Why did you offer it to me?"

   Betty caressed his arm and replied, "You've been such a sweet boy to me,
Tiffany, Margaret, and the rest.  I just had to do something special for
you.  I'm not experienced with my mouth, as I'm sure you noticed.  I'd
never used my titties to play with a cock before, either.  It's rare for me
to allow a lover to get nasty with me, but you deserve everything I can
offer."

   She stretched out her arm.  "Help me into the shower.  I think I heard
someone rummaging around in the kitchen."

   The two of them squeezed into the shower and started getting ready for
another day of lessons, lectures, and lounging about.  Toby especially
looked forward to advancing his sexual education with his talented
concubines.

   *-*-*

   Reiko and Rhonda prepared Saika to spend the night of the mixer with
Jake.  He was surprised to find the naked girl in his bed when he stepped
out of the head after a leisurely shower with Lesa.

   Lesa smiled at the nervous girl and told Jake, "I'm going to go snuggle
with Leslie tonight.  You had better be good to Saika.  I'll see you both
in the morning." She was still naked when she left after her parting
threat.

   Jake sat on the bed next to the nervous girl.  Her arms were above the
top sheet that ran across her chest.  The sheet was thin enough for Jake to
be certain that nothing else covered her puffy nipples and curly black
bush. She was only two years younger than him, but appeared smaller and
younger as she watched him with her dark almond-shaped eyes.

   Jake kissed her forehead.  "I'm not sure I can do this.  You're so
young, beautiful, and frightened.  I've never pushed myself onto anyone
before, and don't see the need to start now." Jake got up, walked around to
the open side of the bed, and got under the sheet next to Saika.  "I'm not
going to send you away, but we don't have to do more than actually sleep in
the same bed." The lights faded to a dim glow at Jake's request to the AI.

   He was roused in the middle of the night when Saika rolled close to his
left side.  She had her right hand on his chest with her small breasts
pressing against his short ribs.  Her right leg was on top of his right leg
and her soft pubic patch was tickling his hip.  He was starting to regret
his promise to not molest her.  He wrapped his arms around the slight girl
and pulled her into a gentle caress, as much to express affection as to
establish a firm contact with her pubis to stop the maddening tickle.

   Jake's light grip on her butt cheek appeared to be enough to wake Saika.
She was briefly tense, but relaxed when Jake smiled and didn't press his
advantage.

   "I didn't mean to tease you," Saika apologized.  "I must have gotten
cold."

   Jake held her tight when she started to pull away.  "It's okay if you
want to snuggle to keep warm.  I rather enjoy being used as a pillow by a
beautiful girl.  I'm sure that Rhonda or your mother will be happy to take
care of my needs if I get too worked up by your proximity."

   Saika giggled, "Yes, I believe Mama would like that very much.  I never
knew that she had such an appetite for sex.  She and Miss Rhonda seem to
seek out partners for their own pleasure, and not just to please others. 
Is sex really that much fun for women?"

   Jake laughed, "Being male, I'm not in a position to answer that
question, but I'm beginning to suspect that women enjoy sex even more than
men."

   Saika sat up enough to look into Jake's eyes and asked, "Are you hard,
now?"

   He smiled at the concerned he could see in her face even in the dim
light, but answered honestly.  "Yes, I'm very hard.  I have a beautiful
woman pressing her naked body against me."

   Saika lay back down and slid her right hand across Jake's torso until
she found and grasped his erection and voiced an offer.  "I can suck you
off, if you like.  I'm really good at that."

   Jake's cock lurched in the girl's hand and his voice was stuck in his
throat.  He only managed to squeak out, "Okay."

   Jake was both relieved and disappointed when her bushy mons broke
contact with his hip, but the tension returned an order of magnitude
stronger when her small mouth closed over the crown of his cock.  It took
iron will for him to refrain from pushing her head down to force more of
his erection into her mouth.

   Even though she was just working on the crown, Jake praised her effort,
"You are good at this.  Is it okay if I also explore your sex with my
mouth?"

   "You're so big," Saika said quietly when she backed off to answer him.
"I've never let anyone do that before.  It's kind of nasty, isn't it?"

   Jake chuckled, "Not any more nasty that what you're doing for me.  I'm
sure you'll like it."

   She answered by putting his cock back into her mouth and scooting her
butt around next to his shoulder.  Jake stacked a couple of pillows under
his neck and shoulders before lifting her narrow hips over his chest. 
Saika folded her legs and settled her pussy onto Jake's drooling mouth.

   Jake asked the AI to increase the lights before closing his mouth on the
lush lips guarding Saika's entrance.  It didn't take him long to work his
tongue into the folds of her sweet tasting sex and locate her partially
obstructed vagina.  With access to her tunnel denied, he shifted his attack
to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her tender nether lips.

   Saika let his cock fall out of her mouth as she pushed herself against
his face.  "Oh my God!" She began thrashing as her passions boiled over and
she experienced her first oral-genital climax.

   When she caught her breath she said, "No wonder Mama told me to never
let a boy touch me there.  I want it all, Jake.  Make me scream in pleasure
like Mama did when you fucked her during the pickup."

   Saika scrambled off of Jake and onto her back.  Jake told her, "I've
never done this with a virgin.  I don't think the first time will be much
fun for you because of the pain when I tear through your hymen."

   Jake could see her hesitation as he positioned himself above her.  Saika
told him, "Then make sure you get it all this time so we can have fun next
time."

   He smiled at the girl's bravery as he worked the head of his cock into
her slick folds and against her opening.  Jake felt the pop with the head
of his cock as the fragile tissue tore away giving him full access to her
tight opening.  The nannites had not been given enough time to fully weaken
the young girl's thick hymen.  Saika smothered her screams by biting Jake's
chest as he withdrew a little and pushed deeper into her narrow tunnel. 
The tip of his shaft bottomed out at the same time as his pubis bumped her
clit.

   The sawing of Jake's thick shaft against the torn and sensitive tissue
at Saika's entrance kept her from achieving much pleasure, but as the pain
began to fade she could see how much fun this was going to be in the near
future.  It wasn't uncomfortable at all when Jake pushed deep and began
spraying his hot fluid into her depths.

   Saika was the center of attention the next morning.  He mother was
pleased when Saika told her she couldn't wait until her next chance to
sleep with Jake.

   *-*-*

   It was safe to say that Margaret was the last virgin on the ship that
was over the age of thirteen years and 364 days.  Margaret's mother was not
there to encourage her like Saika's, but after a week of prodding Gloria
and Betty finally talked both of them into 'doing the deed'.  It was hard
to say which was the more reluctant, the gentle Toby or the shy Margaret,
but both knew that it had to be done sooner or later.  Margaret's body was
seventeen years old, fully developed, and itching for sex even without the
added stimulation provided by the nannites.  What they didn't know was that
the nannites that made sure she was healthy and inhibited her from getting
pregnant until Toby authorized it, were also busily weakening the already
fragile membrane that blocked entry to her vagina.

   Toby didn't know it, but he almost ruptured her hymen with his tongue as
he orally stimulated her pussy in preparation for penetration.  He smiled
at the beautiful girl before him when he sat back on his heels between her
knees.  She had a dark, golden tan with stark white bikini lines.  The pale
skin outlining her pussy and nipples made it appear like she was wearing an
invisible bikini.  She looked incredibly cute and vulnerable when she bit
her lower lip as Toby began to stretch out on top of her long torso.

   She only experienced a slight twinge as the head of Toby's cock popped
through the tight opening below the swollen labia and began inching its way
into her depths.  They both expressed surprise at how easy it was for Toby
to work his entire length into her snug tunnel.  When he began to seriously
fuck her, they both caught the orgasm express that took them to a
mind-numbing climax.

   There was hardly any blood on the sheets the next morning, but there
were several pools of dried semen from where they had fucked all over the
breadth and length of the large bed.  Margaret may have been the most
athletic of the pair, but the muscular Toby managed to keep up with her all
night long.

   *-*-*

   Lesa had barely recovered from her enhancement package before arriving
at Azahar.  She looked more like a trim twenty-eight than a spry forty-two
as she nursed her newborn son.  Gerardo was one of the few babies away from
of Earth who had both a father to guide him and grandfather to spoil him.

   The Earth Militia had opted for a less striking enhancement package,
both to be able to blend in when they returned to Earth and to adopt
Marvin's concept that being a bit smaller made you less of a target and
allowed you to more easily hit a Sa'arm below its center of gravity and
remain on your feet.  He contended that an opponent who was in the air
asshole-over-teakettle was an ineffective and vulnerable combatant.

   Gerardo's was the only birth that had been recorded aboard the three
ships when they emerged from hyperspace and entered into orbit above
Azahar, but there were an abundance of pregnant women, including a very
smug Misty and a noticeably larger Governor Grayson.

   The 265 growing families waiting impatiently for their pods to be
transported to the small spot on the map that Martha had pointed to when
she said, "We're going to start here at Demopolis."