Bonding? Or Bondage?

I'd been living on Terenn's township 12 while my sponsor was off serving in the Navy, leaving me surrounded by all but one of my "sibling" concubines. Five of us stayed in the home pod while Gillian traveled with Faye, our sponsor.

The five of us did not spend our time awaiting Faye's return in an idle way, no, kept everything in the pod in order, and, where possible, worked within the township to support the military.

What was funniest to me was that Faye, with a 8.1 CAP, had chosen me. Sure, it was on the advice of one of the Marines of the extraction team. What is not as funny is that Faye was not entirely dissatisfied having taken me, but, boy, did she ever give me a work-out during the trip.

And to think that I believed myself to be a dead fuck. It sure looked like I had the energy...

One thing that did help me was her choice to pare my body age back quite a ways-- when she was done with me, I looked like I was about fifteen years old. She'd done the same for the rest of her concubines even if three of the five girls were, like Faye herself, only fifteen.

I'd gotten along very well with Teri, our designated lead. Teri had been one of the teachers along on the school trip when Faye had picked up and had been invited. Teri had also lost a bunch of years as well, dropping much more than just half of her thirty-seven years.

It was good to be able to talk to someone who could keep up with my wise-cracking, well, at least most of the time.

Well, only forty percent of my obscure references went over her head, but, then, I had about twenty years of lifetime experience as an unfair advantage even though my CAP score was only one tenth below Teri's.

So I got along well with Teri, which helped. I also had no problems getting along with Joy and Sam, though Lisa and I didn't mix well at all, but, then, Lisa had a tendency to rub even Teri the wrong way. Lisa had an excuse, however, being that she was in her third trimester and was about to drop the bun that some boy had put in her oven before Faye picked her.

That Lisa had been impregnated by being date-raped likely didn't put me in good odor with her... and her decision to be exclusively lesbian wasn't likely to be a sustainable choice here in the colonies. The rest of us pretty much stayed out of her way and she wasn't getting even lesbian sex since Gillian had left with Faye. Even Teri tended to avoid anything that would set Lisa off.

Faye had given Teri a schedule for pregnancies, all in an effort to space them out a bit. Sam had been selected as the first to get pregnant by me which meant that I spent a month making the necessary arrangements while sleeping with her. Sam caught pretty quickly and the diagnostic nanos did let us know when it happened. Teri kept us together for the rest of the month to make sure that Sam was happy with this and it wasn't going to be treated as a "fuck a baby into her and run" kind of mind set. To be honest, I was enjoying our time together and didn't want to start with another.

Sam had been a tall and thin woman of 48 years, back on earth, and had been on the school trip to help since her daughter was along, one of the girls chosen by another volunteer. Sam was a far more cuddlesome package now with wider hips and just enough meat on her bones to keep me from getting bruises. I also had liked Sam's skin color-- a slightly darker brown than Faye's-- and her smell.

In some ways I regretted the teen-age sex drive my body gave me because it interfered with the ability to just enjoy a nap-time cuddle.

The next one scheduled for impregnation was Joy, who, we had learned during the trip out, had not been well-named. Even Faye had not pushed for Joy to put out during the trip, but, then, Faye had been bouncing my bones pretty hard, trying to catch up with the idea of being an adult.

It now took a lot of cuddling for Joy, another fifteen year-old girl, to finally start warming up towards me. Given Teri's knowledge of her as a student she and I had discussed how to introduce her to the "making babies" mind set.

Given that Sam was still kind of clingy-- Gillian and Lisa had lower CAP scores-- it didn't hurt when Sam helped me to cuddle Joy... and Sam helped demonstrate to her that having sex wasn't a bad thing.

And, the night Joy and I finally got it together, we did our best to make it pleasantly memorable.

The hugs Joy got from Teri in the morning helped more than I think Teri realized.

Within the first week, Joy had gone from a frightened and anxious little girl, to a full-throttle sex fiend. My young body could barely keep up with her.

To top it all off, it looked like Joy's egg was fertilized on the night Lisa's water broke. Teri called in the local midwife crew from the Civil Service representative.

Lisa's baby was a boy, and, within a week, this new mother's body had, except for her breasts, gone back to "normal" for her fifteen years of age. Lisa, even with the bond from her nursing him, wasn't all that happy with William, named after the boy who'd made him, but we watched as she had to learn how to cope with a child, even with our help.

Those of us-- Teri and Sam, all of us old enough to have had children-- got a chuckle out of Lisa as she tried to adapt to her new role as "mother" without asking any of us for advice... much less help.

Joy, however, got scared again... and wasn't interested in letting me between her legs. The damage had already been done, of course, her egg had implanted just fine, but both Sam and I knew that Joy would need to be comfortable again to deal with this. We couldn't afford for her to remain traumatized after seeing her schoolmate with a baby.

By the time Teri's turn came around I was in for one hell of a ride. Teri is not one of those women comfortable with celibacy and she made up for two months of doing without by fucking my brains out, right in front of Joy.

"Joy," Teri panted, bouncing on top of me, "You just lost your chance to get some serious loving for the next month. It's my turn, now..."

Even with the nanos inside me to keep me going and enough food to keep my energy up, I barely survived long enough for Teri to be impregnated. It was wonderful when she slacked off a bit so that I could catch my breath, but she still kept me busy.

The next month would have been Gillian's turn but she wasn't here, nor was Faye, so I got shared between Teri and Sam, in front of Joy. It took watching us be very gentle with each other for a week before Joy tried me again.

We were scheduled to skip a month-- sex only for pleasure, not procreation, but, then, only Lisa had an empty womb-- and then, as Faye had specified, I was to impregnate Lisa.

As that time approached we saw Lisa getting more and more cranky and irritable even though her son had settled down to a degree I thought unnatural. While not outwardly combative she made her reluctance to have anything to do with having another baby very clear.

In Teri's weekly notes to Faye, off on her deployment, she had passed along performance assessments for each of us. The first evidence that our sponsor was taking Lisa's chosen reticence as a serious problem was illustrated by a visit from the local Civil Service officer, Melody Jones, where she pulled Lisa aside to ask some pointed questions.

When we got called over, Lisa was naked and laying down on her bed, her legs spread, and Melody ordered me "Jack, get on top of her and do your best to impregnate her."

I looked a question at the officer, looked at Lisa, then looked back. "She doesn't like me... and I don't want to hurt her, either."

Melody-- and, listening to her sigh, she was aptly named-- reminded me "I have given you a lawful order. I have not ordered you to hurt her, even though I am allowed to, but have only told you to just fuck her and put a baby into her. It's up to you how you do it."

I nodded, then turned to my "sisters", all of whom I had already impregnated. "Teri," I started, "could you please start to kiss her? And Sam, Joy? Please suck her nipples?"

With them starting on Lisa I stripped down and crawled between Lisa's legs while she was being distracted... and used my lips and tongue on her.

Lisa, even with a lot of attention, wasn't warming up very quickly, but we finally got her wet and aroused enough for me to do the deed.

Melody sat through this and smiled at us when I'd finished. It was fortunate that we'd managed to get Lisa off, at least a little bit, when I had delivered my donation to the right place.

When Lisa had finally calmed down from having her... ummm... "sisters"... work her over, Melody told her "Lisa, you have to have sex with Jack every day, do you understand?"

Lisa did not look happy, but nodded her agreement.

"Teri," the officer added, "you will need to let me know if she declines such contact. She can prefer women... but she cannot be allowed to avoid pregnancy."

Well, that provided us with our marching orders. Melody dismissed us, spending time with the pod's sub-AI, before leaving.

Lisa required a lot of attention the next morning to let me near her. I played with her for a short time and she warmed up faster than she had the day before as I stroked her g-spot. Pretty soon she was panting and ready for me.

Within a week we discovered that it didn't take much for Lisa to look for me to fuck her as her orgasms during our heterosexual contacts seemed to get stronger and stronger.

It was hard on me as Lisa wanted me twice a day, and sought me out. There were days when she would jump me three-- and even four-- times a day. Given what she'd been like before I was surprised.

After we celebrated Lisa's impregnation, her libido slackened a little bit, never letting me go more than two days without sending her into orgasmic orbit.

Teri finally told me what had been done to Lisa, by Melody, to get Lisa to be happy with opening her legs to me. "Jack, when a woman has little trouble reaching orgasm when being sexually penetrated, it basically is a conditioning event. Lisa had been given a g-spot the size of a plum which made it impossible for her not to climax with a penis inside of her. Once she's been impregnated, the g-spot was allowed to shrink, so, while the conditioning is still there, she isn't getting reminded of it by being stimulated just walking around. I almost wish I had that feature, but I've never had a problem coming with a man inside of me."

Well, that explained it, at least it wasn't some kind of mind control, and I told Teri that, as we spooned.

Teri laughed. "The hell it isn't! If I came five or more times with your dick bumping into my g-spot, I'd sure as hell would have my mind influenced... if not controlled."

We shared a chuckle as we faded into a nap.

Faye's home-coming was exciting. I found out that she had little shortage of sexual partners on the ship but she was still infertile, at least until she'd put in her two years. That didn't stop her from banging my brains out.

Gillian-- Jill-- had arrived pregnant, too, having been loaned out to one of the Marines. Jill was definitely not interested in men.

Faye's next deployment was two months later... and she took me with her, this time. I figured she was crazy, as if I was useful for anything, but it turned out well. It was only a ten week run-- a colony ship-- and Faye got some mileage out of me with some of the female crew-members on the way out and had me help settle in the colonists given my position-- or, actually, lack thereof-- as a concubine.

I could not believe how often my teen-age body could recover after sex and be ready to go again. I found myself wishing that I'd been this wanted the first time around!

One week to get to earth, three weeks to load up, four weeks to a colony, a week to dump off the pods, followed by a week to return home. We got home in time for Sam to deliver her child, a daughter. Faye wanted to name her Jacqueline, which Teri objected to, given that she wanted to name her daughter that. Teri backed down with a look from Faye.

I have to admit that all of my "sisters" were pretty strung out sexually after I'd been away for so long and kept me more than just a little bit busy, even with a bun in the oven. Sam's body had snapped back and she was eager for my attention, too. Faye seemed pleased at how well her six concubines got along.

All good things must come to and end, however, at least on a temporary basis. Because it would take too long for Jacqui to be weaned from Sam, I was away with Faye for her next deployment, another colonial ship, though this one was going to come to our colony, so I followed Faye on board.

The last ship had been one of the big ones; this one was much smaller than the two I'd been on, previously, and our quarters on-board were not as spacious, which did not encourage us to spend time cuddling there.

The nice thing about the smaller ship was that it took a lot fewer pick-ups to fill-- and, this time, we ended up with a larger crowd than expected.

That wasn't the only problem-- I got traded to a nine.

Well, Marci was a nice woman... for a confirmed lesbian. I wasn't going to be popular in her bed, I suspected, and I was replacing some big black man that Faye took.

Now, really, I wasn't pleased at being traded off, as if I were no more than property, but...

Well, I am property, at least to those with a high enough CAP score for Confederacy Service. I might be below the cut line, but, hey, it would have been nice if they'd pushed it down just enough for me to have volunteered. While I may have been displeased, I did my best to not piss off my new sponsor.

As a male I didn't have much of a draw, any way-- and I did not want to end up breathing vacuum. I'd seen three people tossed out into space for being "uppity" on my two prior trips. I didn't want to be a statistic this time around, either, but my sponsors sexual preferences left me worried that she'd borrow a stud from someone else.

I didn't have much of a chance to settle in before I was traded again to an six and a half who had not thought she needed to bring a male with her... and found that two young mall-rats would be OK. I had to be a lot more careful around Joanie. Unfortunately the girl, Pam, that I was stabled with, was an air-head, and seemed to be, mentally, at least, a non-stick surface.

It was almost a relief, when, on the third week out, I got traded yet again. This one was a seven... and Ruth had her emotional scars. She'd gone through a bunch of men and had run roughshod over them. I had the advantage of experience in weathering this and was able to figure out what I had to give her to keep her from being displeased with me.

What did not help was that the three girls she had-- Lucy, Christine and Holly-- were not particularly bright. What actually hurt was that I was at the bottom of the food chain, too.

I got traded the day before we landed-- I had managed to be too skilled at avoiding Ruth's wrath and so I wasn't giving her enough excuses to abuse me emotionally-- to another nine, Nina. Nina seemed pleased to get me, given the time I had been around, and we got to the surface before she made some more edits to my body.

Being property is far more tolerable when your "owner" has a heart, did you know that?

I helped the other seven concubines settle in because I'd been here before. My lack of aggression also went a long way, too, and George, while not pleased to share the roost with me, learned to defer to me, especially given our CAP score disparity. Kim, Jessica and Anne all gravitated in my direction, while Jane, Mary and Lynne preferred George, a clustering of concubines with equivalent scores. That none of the three that preferred my company were caucasian did not bother me-- after all, Faye and Sam had been black-- but George, being hispanic, seemed to revel in having three white women coming to him.

As if I cared. We were all under Nina's orders, after all, and all three of the women I cuddled with had already been impregnated by either my predecessor or George. Jane, Mary and Lynne were also pregnant, too.

When Nina went off on her deployment she left me in charge.

BZZZZZZT Big mistake. George felt, despite having a CAP of 3, that he should be in charge, and made sure to push back against me.

Melody arrived in the middle of one of my arguments with George-- I'd wanted him to help with cleaning the pod-- and she had a talk with him.

When Melody left I saw George glaring at me.

Waking up in what passes for a medical center was not fun, did you know that? The good news is that they managed to put me back together after George had done his best to slice me into ribbons. Tiny Anne hadn't survived after George carved her up, though, which almost broke my heart, and neither Kim nor Jessica had been able to keep their babies after they'd been stabbed as well.

George, however, didn't get to be top dog-- he got re-cycled. The recording I was shown was not reassuring.

When I got back to the home pod, I learned that only Lynne was still pregnant since her child wasn't made by George. Mary and Jane's had been terminated on Nina's order in an effort to clip George's genes out of the pool. This seemed, even to me, a rather harsh punishment, especially given that George had been kept alive long enough to be informed.

I tread lightly on the women when we returned given that the three "white girls" missed George, but, given they had to witness his punishment, my anxiety wasn't needed.

It took two weeks for them to notice that I was giving most of my attention to Jessica and Kim, who needed it, as their wombs would take an extra two weeks to re-generate.

So my anxiety wasn't so much unnecessary as misplaced. Both Mary and Jane jumped me, together, and, as a team, did their best to get my semen into each other. I was, at first, a reluctant participant, but, when I had them discuss this with Kim and Jessica, they came clean. They'd been told, by Melody, that they'd better be in a hurry to re-fill their wombs.

Those two were banging my brains out-- but were pleased when they were confirmed pregnant. By that time both Kim and Jessica were fully restored and I could start on them, too.

With George gone things were relatively tranquil, but, then, pregnancy is a good treatment for PMS, did you know that?

Unfortunately, pregnancy seems to turn up some women's libido. I'd seen it before, in my wife on earth, and in Teri, too, but this time I had three pregnant women-- Kim, Jane and Lynne-- vying for my sexual attentions.

It's a good thing that Nina kept my body a teen-ager or I would never have survived this. As it was, they tended to leave me a whipped puppy, even when I was on the bottom and being ridden.

Nina, as a Marine, had shorter deployments than Faye had, so we got to see more of her, and she considered getting a man from the Civil Service's local bordello, ostensibly to help me out, but, instead, got two women. These women were NOT unhappy at all, even if they did arrive pregnant, though they both weren't, thankfully, aggressive about getting sex from me. Pam, for instance, I had met on the ship, her sponsor having dumped her on the Civil Service, and Holly, who had lost her sponsor.

Nina had, of course, first dibs on my body, which none of the women could resent, though Nina was not as sexually responsive as the five I'd gotten used to servicing. I had to learn more about her to work it all out...

Then Nina was off again on another deployment, a teary good-bye as they went through the transport nexus up to their ship.

By the time Nina returned we seemed hip-deep with eight children-- Pam had dropped twins, some how-- and I was still dithering about who was next to be impregnated. Having Pam, Holly and Lynne drop four children within the same week was tough to adapt to, but, within a month, Kim, Jessica, Jane and Mary each dropped a child on us.

It was weird, when you come right down to it. We had one boy-- Lynne's-- and seven girls.

Nina told me that I was going to get to make one more round and then she was going to find someone to trade me to, in order to maximize genetic diversity. This didn't please me, of course, but... I was smart enough to see how that would be important. I'll admit that I would have liked a chance at impregnating Nina but it looked like the timing would not be good.

Three deployments later and Nina was back for the next round of births and the same thing, more or less, happened. Pam, again, dropped twins, a boy and a girl. She was the only one who had a boy, the other six women each delivered girls.

I mentioned the probabilities to Nina and she smiled. "I don't think that's a bad thing, do you? And, by the way, I want you to put a baby in me when I get back from my next deployment. I've suppressed fertility for six months so you all can fuck your brains out until I've been pregnant for a while."

This brought a wry smile to my face, answering her "They've already come close to fucking me to death, you know. While it's a tough job, someone's gotta do it, though."

Nina smiled and chuckled... and reached for me. "Again. I want you to fuck my brains out, again."

Well, I didn't have to worry about the first trimester libido with any of the concubines, this time. When Nina returned, she had me fuck a baby into her... and then she went out onto a colony ship to work pick-ups.

The "standard issue" Marine bodies allow a pregnant Marine to carry a child with little trouble for the first seven months. The last two months will affect such a woman's body in small ways, not that they are disabling, per se, but the start of lactation is, I've been told, an inconvenience. Nina had a child on the third colonial ship run she'd chosen to staff.

Nina and Jackie transported down and we were all oohing and ahhing... and I got traded again.

I am glad that Nina looked for someone who thought like she did in caring for concubines. I prayed that all of my "owners" would consider my needs as much as Nina did.