Conference Room Four again! My instructions were to show up nude with Fenster, a European wolf, and to use the main doors. Sometimes I’d use a transporter pad set in one of the walls and I even literally dropped in from the ceiling once—but those stories can be told later. I speculated with Fenster on why Georgia had summoned me to Conference Room Four at precisely four. That’s 1600 Arc Dios time.

Fenster did a wolf snicker and told me I was drawing stud duty. He was correct. When I entered, Georgia was there along with two nude kneeling women—and a Russian Blue cat named Miz Gunga Troll—Troll for short! The cat turned her emerald eyes on the wolf and vocalized.

“It’s okay,” I said, and the cat launched herself at me, purring and meowing wildly when I caught her and cradled the cat in my arms. Good thing that Troll had been declawed or she would have drawn blood. Fenster sprawled on his back in front of the women, all four paws in the air, and Georgia rubbed his stomach for him. I realized that one of the women was Bettie, a concubine of Governor Lilith. The other woman ... it took me a moment to dredge up the name.

“Captain Marx?” I asked. Troll nibbled at my chin. Marx had been an Air Force captain and my commanding officer. Troll was her cat.

“That’s Commander Karla Joan Marx,” Georgia reminded me. “She is here to get bred by you. For the next week she is in slavegirl status. Here’s her collar. Put it on her and claim your temporary slave girl.”

If I hadn’t been on Channel D to better understand Fenster, I would have remained confused even after Troll told me that her mommy wanted it. Russian Blues have a personality more like dogs in that they form very close bonds with a human. Troll was telling me to mate with her mommy, Commander Marx.

“She’s part of Sir Issac’s command,” Georgia explained. “It’s time for her to get pregnant. You already know her sexual orientation, and the AI won’t allow her artificial insemination.”

I wondered ‘why not?’ That was a discussion for another time—at the moment I understood that I had to immediately accept her submission. I put the cat down and accepted the collar from Georgia and then asked what Commander Marx’s slavegirl name was.

“Calling her Ignorant Slut is out of the question, isn’t it?” Georgia mused while Marx squirmed. “You aren’t into abuse. How about Blue?”

“Slavegirl Blue,” I knelt so that I could as I click the collar around Marx’s neck, “I accept your submission.”

I took Blue’s face in my hands and kissed her. Blue’s eyes were green. Not the emerald green of Troll, much closer to the green of the old Army dress uniform, only a browner shade. Think green olives. I was swimming in those eyes until she blinked, breaking eye contact.

“What was that?” Blue gasped.

“Hypnosis,” Bettie explained.

For some reason I wasn’t able to speak at the moment. No need. I kissed Blue more deeply and rubbed her neck, her collar and her shoulders. The collar was loose enough that I could slip two fingers between collar and neck, turn the collar around the neck, slide it up and down. Blue was fit, her arms firmly muscled. Deep tan, jet black scalp hair and eye brows. Her armpits were hairless, and as I worked my way down her chest to her small nipples and flat, firm breasts I smelled vanilla. Blue’s abs were sharply defined and her pubic mound was bald—not even peach fuzz covered her thighs. I nibbled at her labia—she was an innie! Blue squirmed. She sweated. She moaned.

“Turn her over and mate with her doggie style,” Bettie directed. “That’s what Lilith said.”

I complied. What glutes! I could tell that Blue was aroused. I didn’t think it was me because the Karla Joan Marx I knew was exclusively lesbian. Foreplay with others? If so, good! Blue needed some fun during her impregnation process and if someone else did it, that was okay with me! I slid in slowly, rubbing her belly with one hand and holding her breasts with another. I was fully engulfed before I decided to enlarge my erection. Most Confederacy human males don’t know that they can adjust their penis size within a range, being smaller for the smaller women and being larger others. The women have figured out that their nanites can give them a large, loose cunt to permit the Big Beer Can cocks entry without ripping anything, and then swell closed to create a tight fit. Female lubricant is more copious for modified females than for natural females. I waited until Blue’s vaginal muscles began fluttering before injecting a large dose of semen. Natural human males excrete three to five cubic centimeters, about a full teaspoon. I’ve heard tales of a quarter cup full—when the braggart wasn’t talking gallons and gallons—but my measurements of station male concubines and my self was an average of twelve cubic centimeters. There was plenty of back flow dribbling out when I deflated myself and withdrew. Bettie helped me lay Blue supine, and then Bettie surprised me by licking Blue’s cunt.

“You two taste good together,” Bettie quipped. Bettie moved Blue’s head to my groin and fed my flaccid penis to the semi-conscious woman. “Suck! See? Good!”

Two furry heads butted my back—a small one and a large one.

“Time check,” I muttered, and I noted with surprise that we had been at it for forty-four minutes! More loudly, but only conversationally loud, I told Bettie, “It’s time to put Blue to bed. Let her nap. I could use a nap myself. Where is Georgia?”

“She stepped out a while ago,” Bettie giggled. “You were distracted.”

Troll stepped onto Blue’s torso and lay down on the human, cat head between the firm breasts. Troll closed her eyes, purring loudly. Fenster lay his head on my shoulder. Bettie caressed Blue’s face.

“Lilith said that you worried about me,” Bettie stared into my eyes. “You aren’t aware of it, but I remind you of your mother.”

“I never suspected,” astonishment was my main emotion. “I can see the resemblance now. Same black hair. Same blue eyes. She was bigger. Mother kept warning me that I didn’t want girls like you. It didn’t occur to me that Mother was a girl like you. She had a history of being molested by sex fiend relatives. Mother spent time in an orphanage. She was frustrated in the limited niche women had back in the Sixties and she thought life had passed her by. I never realized that I had an Oedipus complex. What else has Lilith said?”

“That when you were three you were sitting in the garden and a snake slithered into your lap,” Bettie shivered. “You’re child-like and animals respond to you. Some want to be your buddies, like Fenster there. Some female animals want you as a mate. Some adopt you as their child, even if they regard you as odd or backward or clumsy. That snake was a king snake and was just being friendly, but your mother went into a full-blown panic and killed that snake. Then she whipped you senseless.”

There are many memories that I’m happy to have forgotten. No wonder I was terrified by snakes when I was growing up! I lost that fear because I lived in rural and wilderness environments and snakes were common. I’d often wake up with a snake coiled on me, or when I was sitting for an extended period I’d sometimes find a snake near me. Very near. After a while I got over my terror.

“Lilith told me that getting beaten for no reason that you could think of wasn’t what scarred you for life,” Bettie continued. “It was witnessing that snake being killed. You’ve a tender soul. You have stood between other animals and humans and been beaten for it. You don’t regard yourself as above the animals and they appreciate it.”

“I treat concubines and trainees like dogs,” I said with a yawn. “You know, feed them, play with them, have fun and teach them tricks.”

Bettie giggled. Blue muttered something.

“I said,” Blue repeated herself more loudly, “I was jealous when Troll kept hopping in bed with you. I didn’t understand why you and Troll instantly bonded.”

“Animals see the world differently from people,” Bettie said. “I got to see Master Tom as the dogs and horses see him. Almost made me wish I was a horse!”

The girls giggled.

“Master worries about everyone on this station, both people and animal,” Bettie said. “Even those animals that don’t like him. Master worries that I’m happy. Back on Earth I did many things wrong. I stabbed someone. I was crazy. When I got out of Patton I was living on Social Security and barely getting by. My future was making peace with God and waiting to be called to Heaven. Lilith sent Tess to recruit me. Now I’m a secretary, a teacher, a movie star, and a missionary. I talk to God and he talks to me. This is where I belong.”

“That’s crazy,” Blue objected. “There is no god.”

“Ladies,” I intervened, “be respectful. Blue believes that there is no god. Bettie believes. Accept that you have different experiences and respect each other. Blue, you don’t need to become Christian or whatever. Bettie, Blue’s beliefs are part of her. Besides, I’m processing that I don’t know either of you. In sleep learners I can interrupt the program, rewind the movie and edit it. This is real life.”

“What’s confusing you?” Blue asked.

“You don’t like men,” I said. “That’s private, but I’m concerned that I’m just another dork screwing up your happiness.”

“Lilith said that you two entered Confederacy service together,” Bettie said. “That Blue would have been mind wiped and released if not for you and her cat.”

Troll opened her eyes and meowed.

“Oh!” Bettie exclaimed.

“What?” Blue asked.

“Miz Gunga Troll just told me that if you didn’t bring your cat along, you would have only been accepted as a concubine,” Bettie explained. “If Blue hadn’t agreed to mate with you when it was time to have babies, she wouldn’t have gotten a 6.5 CAP score. You made the difference between going back to Earth, becoming an unhappy concubine, and becoming a sponsor.”

I didn’t know what to think about that.

“Why don’t you tell Bettie how you joined the Confederacy Navy,” Blue suggested. “It started on an obsolete radar platform off the coast of New York City. We were eavesdropping on the United Nations.”

The Secretariat, one of six main organs, was involved in global money laundering and embezzlement of United Nations funds. The exact relationship between the embezzlers and Secretary General Kofi Annan of Ghana will never be proven in any court of law—only the United Nations would have jurisdiction in that case—but the Army plunked me on a re-purposed radar platform that had been decommissioned under President Bill Clinton and I was part of a project to monitor United Nations communications. Spying on friends is immoral, but countries do not have friends, just national interests. If you think that spying on allies is immoral, look at the shifting alliances of World War Two. The French, Italians and Russians swapped sides—the French did it twice! I make no excuses. National survival dictates watching your allies as closely as you watch your enemies.

My assignment to a mostly Air Force show was appropriate because I had a conversational knowledge of all six official United Nations languages: Arabic, British English, Chinese Mandarin, French, Russian and Spanish—and I knew Esperanto, that artificial language. Esperanto was used by the US Army as a screening test to determine which Soldiers could learn foreign (non-American English) languages, and had been the OP4 (Opposing Forces) language when the training enemy was called Aggressorland. I was also professionally qualified in communications systems and a skilled electronic technician. So when I noticed an excessive lag in the digital timing signal used for a satellite phone, I noted that the moon was always overhead when the person of interest spoke to another person of interest. The President really wanted to find out who was talking to the United Nations through a secure back channel, a private line. Because the top-shelf encryption program on the targeted satellite phone was compromised by a back door, I was able to listen in on the conversation—in Esperanto. My report was how the American president found out about the Confederacy; the Confederacy representatives had gotten in touch with the “World Government” first to negotiate a deal for soldiers to protect the Confederacy from the Sa’arm menace.

“You don’t remember,” Blue said after I told Bettie about the mission spying on the United Nations, “but you died when they raided us. You tried to stop them, I thought you were nuts but you said that Troll saw something and you sounded the alarm to check things out. Then we all were stunned, but your heart stopped. I was told that the Confederacy revived you, got you medically retired, and then you became a Naval Intelligence operative.”

“Things were different then,” I admitted. “The Confederacy had to ditch the cumshaw United Nations organization and start over with NATO. The United Nations Peacekeeping missions around the world was what the Confederacy originally wanted, but they didn’t understand that peacekeeping missions were only launched after all participants declared that they WANTED peace. Declaring a desire for peace isn’t the same as wanting peace. Look at the oldest mission in the Middle East. I’m babbling, but the peacekeeping forces are national armies assigned duty under United Nations authority.”

“Yes,” Blue acknowledged. “I verified what Master Tom told the Confederacy. Not that America was any better. The American ambassador to the United Nations was in on it but had been conditioned against telling unauthorized personnel about the Confederacy. The president wasn’t authorized to know. Tom fixed that even though he didn’t like the president.”

“Like has nothing to do with it,” I reminded Blue.

“The next thing I knew,” Blue related, “I was conducting intelligence operations in support of the Confederacy recruiting missions on Earth. I was the primary planner of the first extractions. What’s wrong? You got so pale.”

“I don’t know how to say this,” I began, “but those early extractions were inept at best. No organized opposition, fortunately. You missed my security force training drills on that listening post.”

“I had other duties,” Blue said defensively.

“I accepted that,” I said. “I endeavored to productively use the training time. Retirement was staring me in the face and I wanted to leave our military forces in the best possible state of readiness. I was a sick man and would have been retired for age alone, or for time in service and failure to make enough rank. That six months temporary duty was to be my terminal assignment. I could have turned it down and retired, but I wanted to make a difference.”

“You made a difference all right,” Blue muttered. “Lilith and Tess said that you remembered your CAP test. Nobody remembers their CAP test. Nobody.”

“That’s Master Tom,” Bettie quipped. “Nobody!”

Even Fenster laughed at that.

“I heard rumors that you were an onion,” Blue said. “You were officially assigned to gather and preserve human culture. Beneath that cover you were preparing Earth’s defenses. When rumor had it that you were organizing wild animals to fight the Swarm, I knew it was you. Bettie can hear this and she can only tell you, Georgia and Lilith, but the next layer in your mission onion is internal security. When you uncovered United Nations corruption you upset the Confederacy AI. They need us to fight because the older races can no longer fight. You answered the ‘who will watch the watchers’ question. When the main battle happens, you and this space ship will be keeping human forces loyal to the cause. When someone goes rogue, you’ll deal with them.”

“Onions,” Bettie mused. “That’s not why you cry yourself to sleep, Master. I know things about you. How you worry over my sex. Yes, I play with girls. I like making love to men. Playing with girls is something I did for the Klaws and it’s fun. Okay, I never did the things I do here. Still fun. I’m glad that you don’t have a jealous bone in your body. Blue doesn’t like men. She does like you.”

“My cat likes you.” Blue said.

Troll vocalized agreement.

“I’m rested. Want to try it again?” Blue asked.

“Mission accomplished,” I replied. “I’d like to play more but one of your eggs has divided according to the medical reads. It will implant within three hours. I’m willing, but you didn’t like men.”

“I’ve had bad experience with men,” Blue said. “When you never flirted or made passes at any of us on the station, I wondered if you were gay. Then I thought you were a eunuch or something. Now I know.”

“Troll says she knew,” Bettie said, “and Troll wondered why you didn’t mate with Tom a long time ago. Troll chose Tom to give you kittens.”

“Double meaning,” I grinned. “You did have kittens because of me. And a cow or three. I was lucky that you didn’t just shoot me and dump the body.”

“We were all women and you didn’t even try peeking in the showers!” Blue mused. “It was back in the don’t ask-don’t tell days, but all of us women were lesbians. You ignored that.”

“I had enough to do,” I said. “That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!”

Life was busier now than then. And resuming sex with two very lovely ladies was part of my busy life.

** END **