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And Mother Reaches the Colonies
A Story in The Swarm Cycle Universe
by Duke of Ramus
A Piece of my Imagination
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The Swarm Cycle
The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories manufactured around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog positing an alien invasion and Earth's reaction. The intent is for this to be a multi-author universe similar to the wildly popular Naked In School stories. If you're a budding author of erotica or sci-fi and see something here that strikes your fancy, pop over to the Author's Page for more info on what's going on here and how to submit a story for this collection. The rest of you are probably here to read, so...
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Disclaimer
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author�s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
� 2007 Duke of Ramus.
All rights reserved.
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The Swarm Cycle Universe
Copyright � 2007 The Thinking Horndog
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Editor
I'd like to thank Mulligan and Steve T for their assistance in turning this into a better story than my initial effort, any errors remaining are of course mine.
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Jimmy glanced around him and felt a moment's trepidation but it was too late to go back now. Standing in front of the glowing transporter terminus the young man considered the extraction process he'd just gone through and how it had resulted in him standing on the grey steel deck of a Confederacy colony ship.
The Marines had interrupted the party by announcing their intention to extract all the volunteers and their selected concubines for service in the Confederacy armed forces. Jimmy, with his CAP testing only a day old, found himself having to pick four people to go with him to the stars.
Picking the first three women, Bridget the barmaid, Ulya the mixed race beauty and Gail, the skinny redhead who promised to do anything he wanted, had been hard enough. When he had then stared into the eyes of the middle aged woman, his final pick and given the order, 'Take your clothes off, mother,' he had crossed a line that he had never even considered before.
Jimmy had felt himself grow in stature as he had applied pressure to the older woman, his voice growing firmer as he led his mother to a new life. This was not necessarily one that she'd considered herself but it would be a life away from the death that the aliens would bring to her on Earth.
The flush that had run through his young body when he used her given name for the first time, replacing the honorific 'mother,' had caused his erection, that he hadn't felt return after Gail's efforts earlier in the evening, to pulse wildly.
Now, surrounded by the four women he'd selected to accompany him to the colonies, he was flitting from extremes of excitement to total trepidation. He was responsible for four women, all of them older than he was and infinitely more experienced.
Women who had to obey his every whim without question! The feelings having this much power invoked scared him to death!
Before he could worry about it, the same officer who had led the extraction team on Earth spoke up from the centre of the room.
"For those of you who've forgotten, I am Lieutenant Paul Robinson," he said. "I am here to guide you through your initial indoctrination process and ensure that everything is ready for when you arrive at your new homes."
"Fortunately," continued the Marine officer, "you are the last pickup for this trip so as soon as we've got you processed we will be on our way."
Jimmy felt his arm grabbed.
"I need to get my daughter!" hissed Bridget to the young man.
"Quiet!" bellowed the Marine, stilling the growing wave of sound that Bridget had been a part of.
In the ensuing silence he continued, "We know that you are worried about your loved ones but failure to listen and comply with instructions now could lead to mistakes, mistakes that could result in some child being left behind." He glared at the small crowd, "And I'm sure we don't want that to happen," he concluded ominously.
Jimmy heard Bridget swallow and smiled to himself at the Marine's performance.
"What I want you to do now is, with your sponsor, find a space here in this room and sit down." The Marine glanced around calmly; "Your sponsor will then collect your ID cards and join me here so that we can get the induction process started. If you have a child under the age of fourteen and want to take them with you, then give their details to your sponsor."
As the Marine fell silent Jimmy looked around and spotting a group of boxes at the side of the room led his women there and urged them all to sit.
"Give me your ID cards," he demanded and then looked at Bridget, "All right Bridget, tell me about your daughter."
Bridget held out her ID card, "Her name's Tammy and she's thirteen," she glanced across to where the Marines were gathered, "They should be able to find her at home, she'll be with her grandmother."
Jimmy looked towards the mixed race woman, "Ulya," she said, "Have you got any children?"
She shook her head in denial.
"What about you Gail, have you got any little ones?" he asked the skinny redhead.
"No," she replied, "I haven't." She then lowered her eyes and added, "Yet!"
Jimmy felt his mouth drop open and then looking for a distraction he turned to his mother and couldn't resist asking, "Mother, do I have a brother or sister I don't know about?"
Margaret went pale under his gaze before blurting out, "No!"
Jimmy smiled, trying to let his mother know that he'd been joking but it didn't seem to work. Shrugging he collected the remainder of the ID cards and went to join the small group around Lieutenant Robinson.
Sergeant Culpepper was greeting the volunteers and collecting ID cards as well as taking the names of any children whom needed to be collected. When the last of the six volunteers from this pickup had arrived and handed over their ID cards the Lieutenant began his briefing.
"OK, keep it quiet and listen up," he said. "First things first! I want to remind you that from here on in you are responsible for the behaviour of your concubines. They fuck up and it will be you that pay the price. So keep an eye on them and don't let them get out of hand." He stared pointedly at Jimmy, who was the youngest of the volunteers and Felicity, the only woman in the group.
"That said," he continued softening his expression, "welcome to the Colony ship Aurora and service with the Confederacy. This ship will be your home for the next thirty-two days as we make our leisurely way to the Brakat system and the pods you are allocated here will become your homes once we get there."
"This is one of the older colony ships," the Marine continued, "and has only ninety-six pods, forty-eight forward and the rest back here," he waved his arm in the direction of several large doors. "However it does have the full range of Darjee medical facilities which brings us nicely onto the first task we have to accomplish. You and your concubines will all go through medical screening but I need you to check with your concubines and let me know if any of them have medical problems."
One of the volunteers, the grey haired man, held up his hand.
"Yes, Donald?"
"Lieutenant, my wife and I both have blood pressure problems," he said.
"And that's the sort of thing I need to know," replied the Marine. "We can then ensure that those with problems can go through the system first." He looked around, "So check for problems with blood pressure, diabetes, angina, anything like that and let me know."
"Once we have got that list prioritised, we will then get you settled away in your new pods and allow you to rest for awhile." He grinned before adding, "I'd make the most of it. Going through the augmentation process is going to hurt."
Several of the volunteers looked worried at that statement.
"Your bodies are going to be 'forced' to adapt and no matter how much pain medication is added you will feel the change." He smile took on a wicked glint, "I would also suggest that you take this short time to think about how you want your concubines altered."
This last was greeted by a couple of chuckles from the older volunteers. Jimmy had a sudden image of his mother with a full sized set of tits and promptly turned beetroot red. Off to the side Sergeant Culpepper, who'd been half listening, saw his change of expression and grinned at him making his embarrassment even worse.
"Right," said the Lieutenant, shaking Jimmy from his dream, "get back to your people and see if there are any problems we need to deal with immediately and then see the good Sergeant here about accommodation. I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow and we'll get things moving." He strode off leaving the volunteers to sort themselves out.
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"No problems then, Jimmy?"
"None at all, Sergeant, they're all prime, fit specimens," replied Jimmy grinning as he led his four women to the waiting Marine.
"OK," replied the Marine with an answering grin, "I've put you in pod blue six, just go through that blue hatch there and follow the corridor until you come to a door with the number six on it. It'll open to your voice."
As Jimmy led the way the four women followed their new master through the hatch. Gail was doing her best to stay as close to Jimmy as he would let her, a task that he was assisting in by enjoying her presence. Ulya and Bridget had become best friends in seconds and were shoulder to shoulder as they walked along a couple of steps behind Jimmy. The only fly in the ointment, so to speak, was his mother who was wearing a completely blank expression, effectively ignoring everything that was going on around her, including her own nudity.
The corridor that Jimmy was walking along clearly didn't belong on a cruise liner. Various pipes and conduits were exposed as they criss-crossed along the walls and across the ceiling of the corridor. The surface they were walking along consisted of a grey painted metallic substance that sent back a click every time Jimmy's heel hit it.
As he was walking along it suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't floating like the astronauts did on TV. He paused in mid-stride to look around and his sudden stop caused Gail to bump into him, his grin increased as her admittedly small breasts brushed against his arm. Artificial gravity sprang to mind as his now distracted brain noted Gail's smile.
"Come on," he muttered, "let's find our room." The procession started up again as Jimmy walked onwards.
A couple of minutes later and Jimmy was stood before a dark blue door with the number six clearly marked in yellow paint at its centre. Feeling a little self-conscious he said, "Open," and was relieved when the door slid open almost silently.
He took a step forward and gazed through the opening into the pod that was going to be his home for the foreseeable future.
To say he was impressed would have been a gross exaggeration. Everything he could see was bland and predominantly grey which, he was beginning to realise, must have been the Darjee's favourite colour. He didn't realise that the physical colour of an object didn't mean a great deal to the Darjee as their visual spectrum was somewhat shifted from that of the human.
He walked forward slowly entering what he took to be a hallway along which on either side of him were doors that he ignored for now. After passing three sets of doors he was faced with another which glided open automatically at his approach. Revealed was an open area into which he moved.
This, it was easy to see, was the living area. A large screen, like a television, was against one wall and several comfortable looking chairs were positioned facing it. Jimmy cast about and realised that the large open space was actually divided into four areas. The living area was on his right, on the same side of the room but further away was a dining area with a large table and chairs. On the opposite side of the room was what he took to be the kitchen area, given the work surfaces and utensils he could see. The space on his left looked like some sort of study area with a couple of desks and small computer terminals. The only other feature was a door in the wall directly opposite his current position that, apparently, led further into the pod.
Behind Jimmy the women drifted into the room and moved to his sides.
"Well, this is our new home," said Jimmy as he drifted towards one of the comfortable looking armchairs. "I'm going to sit here and get my breath back." He looked at the four women lined up by the door and smiled, "Why don't you have a look around and see what we've been given?"
With just a nod Ulya and Bridget turned and went back down the corridor they'd just traversed. Gail approached him as he lowered himself into the seat and, after waiting for him to get comfortable, she kissed him on the cheek and headed for the closed door on the far side of the room.
Jimmy looked at the fourth woman, his mother, and was shocked at how vacant she was looking.
"Mom," he whispered and got no response. "Mother!" he called firmly and was relieved when her eyes lifted to his face.
"Go and look at the cooking area," he said waving his arm towards the far side of the room, "and see if you can figure out how it works. See if you can make us something to eat and drink."
Margaret nodded once and lowered her eyes before she moved off in the direction Jimmy had indicated.
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Fifty-six year old Wendy Carmichael looked up in surprise at the rat-a-tat knock on the door. The grandmother instinctively glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece and noted that it was just after nine in the evening. A little late for any visitors or salesmen, she thought as she stood up and much too soon for her daughter to be home from her job at the hotel.
"Stay there Tammy," she said addressing her grand-daughter who was laid out in front of the television, "I'll just see who that is." Curious more than scared, the mature woman made her way along the narrow hallway to the front door of the small flat her daughter lived in.
She looked through the peephole but couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. The people were too close to the door and the lighting in the foyer was not as good as it could have been. Checking that the security chain was securely in place she opened the door and asked, "Yes?"
"Is this the home of Tammy Carmichael, daughter of Bridget Carmichael?" asked a man's voice.
"Yes," replied Wendy.
"Ma'am, we are members of the Confederacy Space Marines and we are here to collect Tammy," reported the man. "Bridget Carmichael, Tammy's mother, has been accepted as a concubine by one of the volunteers during an extraction at her place of work. The volunteer has agreed to take the concubine's daughter to the colonies with him. We are here to collect her."
"Have you got any form of ID?" asked Wendy, half hoping that the man was genuine and half fearing the same.
A plastic card came through the gap; "Here you are, Ma'am."
Wendy took the bit of plastic and looked it over. It looked official enough but she'd never seen a military ID card before and couldn't have told you if it was real. Taking a chance she pushed the door closed and removed the chain before opening the door wide.
The sight of the two people in uniform, both well over six feet tall, convinced her that they were the real thing; that one of them was a woman barely registered. Holding out the ID card she muttered, "Come in," and stepped back from the door.
"Thank you, Ma'am," said the man as he moved forward. Behind him the woman glanced to either side before settling a bag on her shoulder and following her male colleague into the flat. The small group slowly moved down the corridor towards the front room and the sound of the television.
Tammy rolled to her side as the strangers followed her grandmother into the room and scowled, then her face lit up.
"You're Marines," she burst out, bouncing up off the floor without any fuss. Then she stopped, her mouth falling open.
"Mommy's gone, hasn't she?" she asked.
"That's right," said the man, "and we're here to take you to her."
Tammy looked at her grandmother and then back to the Marine.
"Is grandma coming with us?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not," said the man with a glance at the older woman.
As the short discussion was going on the woman had made her way past the pair in the doorway and had dropped her bag to the floor. She appeared to be ignoring what was going on around her as she fussed over a metallic box she'd pulled out of the bag.
"But..." started Tammy, only to be interrupted by her grandmother.
"Tammy!" she snapped, "You're going and I'm staying here, that's just the way things are."
The young girl moved up to her grandmother and threw her arms around her, "but I want you to be with us," she snuffled.
"And I'd want to be there," said her grandmother running her hands through the young girl's hair. "But if one of us has to be safe it's better that it's you, darling. So be brave and go with these people and remember me in your prayers."
The female Marine stepped back and a blue shimmering disk appeared in the air. She turned to the young girl and called, "Come on Tammy, your mother is waiting for you."
Tammy looked across the room to the Marine with her extended hand and slowly, as if walking through mud, made her way there. As the two joined hands the female knelt and whispered something in the girl's ear.
Tammy turned and smiled at her grandmother, "Bye Gran,� she said with tears in her eyes, �I'll remember you."
The Marine smiled at the older woman and then guided Tammy into the transporter terminus.
The remaining Marine looked at the older woman. "I know it's hard but she's going to be fine. Her mother will be with her and she's out of harms way."
"Oh I know," said Wendy, "but now I'm all alone."
The Marine nodded and crossed to the terminus, "Stay away from the disk after I pass through it," he said. "It'll be recovered by a drone a minute or so after I leave." He smiled at Wendy and waved, "Good luck, Ma'am," he said as he stepped into the glowing disk.
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"Jimmy, the bedroom at this end of the pod is huge and there's a bathroom in there as well," gushed Gail after she'd returned from investigating the far end of the pod.
Jimmy smiled, he wasn't sure what he should be doing and to be honest, just sitting there and watching the naked women coming and going was a pretty pleasant experience for the young man.
Bridget and Ulya returned from their explorations as Gail dropped down to the floor alongside Jimmy's chair.
"What's down that end?" asked Jimmy doing his best to ignore Gail.
"Well," said Bridget, "working from this end there are four bedrooms."
"They're not very big," added Ulya, "and there's not much in the way of closet space."
Jimmy raised his eyebrows and Ulya giggled, "I thought you'd find that agreeable," she said looking down at her naked body.
"By the entrance is a bathroom and a storage cupboard," continued Bridget with just a raised eyebrow at Ulya's antics.
"So you've got a bedroom each then," said Jimmy before glancing over to the corner where his mother was fussing around. "How are things going over there?" he asked loudly.
Margaret froze and then slowly turned to her son, "I've, uhh, managed to make some sandwiches and there's tea or coffee to drink," she eventually replied.
"Good," said Jimmy getting to his feet. "Let's eat," he announced as he crossed over to the dining table.
The women with him followed and Margaret delivered a plate of sandwiches and then, on a second trip, carried a pot of tea and a pot of coffee over. The table already had places set for six people and there was room for another couple of people if the need ever arose.
Jimmy looked down the length of the table and couldn't help grinning at himself. Here he was, a fifteen year old boy, with a bevy of women at his beck and call and he didn't have a clue what to do. He couldn't just grab one and take her into the bedroom and lose his virginity! Well he could, he knew, but that just wasn't possible for him. As he munched his sandwich he contemplated his next move and had to admit to himself that he really wasn't sure what to do.
A voice announced, "Sergeant Culpepper is at the door and requests admittance," which caused them all to jump. Fortunately nobody had a drink in his or her hand at the time.
"Oh, uhmm, yes," said Jimmy, "You'd, urr, better let him in."
All five of them turned to stare at the door as they heard the Marine making his way down the short corridor. The door slid open and there stood a young, frightened looking girl.
"Tammy," screamed Bridget as she flew from the table.
"Mommy," responded the girl as she charged towards her mother. The two met in the middle of the living area and flung their arms around each other and hugged, tears streaming down both faces.
Jimmy stood and crossed to the Sergeant who was watching the reunion with a happy smile on his face.
"Sergeant, can I ask you a question?" said Jimmy.
"You just did," replied Sergeant Culpepper.
"I suppose I did," said Jimmy a little sheepishly. "Well a few questions then?"
"What do you want to know?" asked the Sergeant, privately happy that the young man was willing to ask questions. He'd been forced to witness too many 'volunteers' who turned up thinking they knew everything and were unwilling to ask for help when they needed it.
"What am I supposed to do now?" asked Jimmy with a glance towards the women.
Andy Culpepper looked at the women and then back to Jimmy. "That really is up to you," he said, "but my advice would be to start talking to them."
The Marine moved towards the seating area taking Jimmy with him, behind them the rest of the women had clustered around the reunited mother and daughter.
"Tomorrow we begin the augmentation phase and you'll have to make decisions on what changes you want for them. Your own will be dictated mainly by the job you're going to be allocated though you will be allowed to change your appearance and other cosmetic differences." The Sergeant paused for a moment; "The changes you decide on for your women always work better if it's something they want, whether it's long legs or big tits. If you just force them to have what you want they're stuck with it but they won't thank you for it and resentment has a way of building up."
"I take it that you do want a happy household?" the Marine asked.
"Yes!" said Jimmy, his eyebrows shooting upwards.
"Then speak to them, ask questions, find out what it is that they don't like about themselves and see if you can fix it," suggested the Sergeant. "The more of that sort of stuff you do the happier they will be and in the long run, the happier you will be."
"What's the best way of finding out what I can do?" asked Jimmy.
"Speak to the AI," said Andy, "it's always listening and can help you make decisions and present you with options."
"What do you mean?" asked Jimmy in a confused tone.
"Watch me," declared the Sergeant who then looked to the ceiling.
"AI, what changes have been scheduled for the volunteer in this pod?" he asked.
"The basic Marine package of nannites, muscular corrections and nerve stimulation. Size augmentation has not been requested as the volunteer wishes to be a pilot. Size augmentation can be achieved later if it proves necessary," said a voice.
Sergeant Culpepper turned to Jimmy, "You can order whatever changes you want right here. If you need suggestions then ask, and the AI will tell you what is possible. It can even show you on the screen what those changes would look like on the woman in question. If you had a holographic projector in here you could get the full 3D model effect."
Jimmy glanced across at the women who'd returned to the dining table and had a sudden vision of his mother with huge tits. He blushed as he sat there and shifted his gaze away from Margaret and found he was looking at Tammy.
That triggered another thought. "Where will the girl sleep?"
Andy knew she had to be under fourteen, but appearance wise she didn't seem far short of that magic age. He asked the AI using his in built communicator and discovered that she was fourteen in just two months time.
"Jimmy," he said seriously, "don't sleep with her."
Jimmy was shaking his head in denial as the Sergeant spoke.
"Good," said Andy, "the one thing the AIs are strict on is the age of consent, fuck that up and your life wouldn't be worth living."
He glanced around the room, "To answer your question," he said, "ask the AI."
Jimmy couldn't stop his eyes rolling at the answer and was happy when Andy Culpepper laughed at his response.
"Do it, Jimmy," the Marine said, "It's good practise and you'll get a feel for what the AIs are capable of."
Jimmy looked at the ceiling like he'd seen others do and asked, somewhat hesitantly, "What do I do about the sleeping arrangements?"
There was a moments pause and then the voice from nowhere responded, "The walls of the current accommodation can be re-arranged to add another sleeping area for a concubine. This will reduce the space you are in at present by approximately five percent. If this is acceptable you will need to vacate the pod for a period of three hours so that alterations can be made."
Jimmy looked at Andy Culpepper in amazement.
Andy chuckled and said, "See, wasn't that easy?"
Jimmy could only nod.
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Four hours later Jimmy and his concubines were once again sat around the dining table in their much modified pod. All of them were feeling the stress of what had turned out to be a long and tiring day but Jimmy wanted to get a handle on what was going to be happening the next day.
He stilled the noise and began, "Tomorrow we will all be going through the medical induction program," he said. "This is when any physical changes that are needed begin to occur."
He looked at the four women and one girl before him and continued, "What I would like to know is what you would like?"
He looked at Gail on his left, "Gail?" he prompted.
Gail glanced at her naked body and said impulsively, "Tits and clothes," which raised a nervous giggle from Tammy.
Jimmy looked thoughtful and then asked, "AI, how do I get clothes for the ladies?"
The voice replied, "There is an issued smock for each concubine in one of the closets, any other clothing requirements need to be specified by the volunteer and will be provided."
Jimmy looked at the naked women around the table and although it pained him he gave in, "OK," he said, "go and find the smocks and get back here."
Gail took off but the rest didn't move, just stared at him along the length of the table.
"All of you," said Jimmy and the rest left quickly, none more quickly than his mother.
Tammy looked down the full length of the table from where she was sat. "Do I need to get changed?" she asked indicating her jeans and sweater.
"Not if you don't want to," replied Jimmy taking in the pleasant, though young, shape of her body.
"What changes will you be making to this body?" she asked waving her arm along the length of the torso he could see.
"None," said Jimmy. Before she could argue he continued, "I don't think I'd be allowed to," he said. "You appear to be off limits until you reach fourteen."
Jimmy heard her mutter 'bugger' as she looked down but didn't comment as he was too surprised to put together a coherent thought. He hadn't realised it but the constant change and pressure he'd been under to make decisions was beginning to tell.
Slowly the four women reappeared in the universal grey smock that concubines were issued. It was short and reasonably loose fitting which did little to advertise what was under it, especially, if like Gail, you were flat-chested to start with.
"Gail wants tits," said Jimmy causing another flurry of giggles, "what about you Bridget? I mean," said Jimmy with a smile, "you've already got tits."
"Mom!" gasped Tammy as she stared at her blushing mother.
"I'd like them back where they were twenty years ago," she said. Almost instinctively her hands grasped her breasts through the thin material of the smock and lifted then, squeezing gently, and positioned them closer together. "Just about here," she stuck her tongue out at her daughter, "before you, that is."
Jimmy grinned at the interplay between the two of them before he turned to Ulya, "What about you, Ulya, do you want more than you've already got?"
"Not me," she responded, "I'm very happy with the way I look," she lowered her eyes and almost whispered, "I hope you are too."
Jimmy found himself going red again and desperately turned to his mother.
"What about you mom, what do you want?"
He stared at his mother and was greeted by a pair of wide, shocked eyes. She was shaking her head from side to side, denying everything that was going on around her.
Jimmy shrugged, he didn't know what to do for her and he was that tired that he just gave up for the evening. "We'll think about it tomorrow," he said as he rose from the table. "I'm going to bed and I suggest that you do the same," he forced a smile, "I think tomorrow is going to be as busy as today has been."
With that he headed for his bedroom and a desperately needed sleep. Behind him the women exchanged glances and then headed for their own rooms.
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Jimmy led the way from his pod and back to the main holding area with his head still spinning from the discussion they'd had this morning concerning the body modifications he was going to have applied to them. In the end they had reached a collective agreement that they would all receive 'C' cup boobs and that the rest of their bodies would be toned, trimmed and polished for their respective ages. Jimmy was a little disappointed that they'd settled for a 'C' cup but knew deep down that the women would have been happier with a 'B' and they were only going this big to keep him happy.
Yes, he knew he could have forced the issue but he'd already decided that he wanted a happy household and that meant that he had to be prepared to listen to his women. As Gail had pointed out, 'going from an 'A' cup to a 'D' cup could have caused problems for her as her back wouldn't have been able to cope and she'd have been constantly bumping into things as her chest arrived before the rest of her.' That simple statement had raised a collective chuckle when she'd swung her shoulders from side to side making as though she was sweeping everything before her imaginary bust.
Only his mother had remained silent throughout the conversation over breakfast and Jimmy had decided she was getting the same upgrades as the rest of his women regardless. If she didn't like it she could see him afterwards and they would have it out, though Jimmy was the first to admit that he wasn't looking forward to that discussion.
Sergeant Culpepper greeted them as they entered the hold and then ignoring the women asked Jimmy if he'd decided what was happening.
Jimmy nodded, "Yes, I even checked that the AI understood what the final decision was." He raised an eyebrow and said just loud enough for his voice to carry to the women, "Though I had to sneak out later and adjust the tit size so it was more to my liking."
Bridget squealed, "Jimmy, you didn't!" and Andy Culpepper burst out laughing as Jimmy turned and bobbed his tongue out at the woman who'd clapped her hands over her mouth as soon as she'd spoken.
"I see you're still training them," observed the Marine Sergeant before he pointed out a group of chairs positioned near the centre of the room. "Make yourselves comfortable over there, you'll be summoned when you're needed." He got that distant look that they were all coming to recognise as someone speaking to an AI and then he added, "It shouldn't be more than thirty minutes before the first of you is called."
Jimmy nodded to the Marine, "Come on gang, you heard the man," he said as he strode off in the direction indicated.
They'd been sat about chatting for twenty minutes or so when the argument started and they all turned to watch.
"No!" screamed a woman as she shot to her feet.
The chair opposite her went flying backwards as a man stormed to his feet. "Sit down!" he shouted point at the woman.
The woman remained standing with tears streaming down her face. "You can't do that to me," she begged.
"I can and I am," declared the man still pointing at her.
The woman stood tall and asked, "but what's wrong with me the way I am?"
The woman was about five and a half feet tall and appeared nicely shaped under the standard grey smock. She had fair hair which Jimmy thought looked natural enough, it seemed to match her colouring and generally didn't look too bad at all. Jimmy found himself agreeing with the woman, what was wrong with her?
"It's simple," said the man, "I've been given two bitches, you," he swung his arm to the right, "and her." He glanced back to the standing woman, "Little Ling there is Chinese already and I've always wanted to fuck a chink," he said with a nasty snarl on his face.
He swung his pointing arm back to the fair-haired woman, "and you are going to be the Nigger I've always dreamed of fucking!" he declared spitefully.
Jimmy looked around as the fair-haired woman sank to the floor sobbing her heart out and made eye contact with Sergeant Culpepper. The Sergeant shook his head negatively from side to side, which didn't please the young man at all.
Scowling, Jimmy started to rise but Ulya dropped a hand firmly on his leg, "Don't, Jimmy," she said almost begging.
The young man looked at the older woman, "Why not?" he asked, confused.
"Because it's none of your business," declared Ulya, "and unfortunately he's right," she finished. Seeing that Jimmy still looked stubborn she continued, "Jimmy, I know all of us are new to this but it's been common knowledge ever since the extractions started what the rules are. They may call us concubines but anyone who's read the literature the Confederacy has put out knows that we are slaves," she lowered her eyes, "sex slaves."
Jimmy looked startled but Ulya looked up and kept going, "That's right, sex slaves," she declared, "and with even less rights than slaves have had since Roman times." She looked around, "Any of the volunteers here could literally whip out a knife and cut the throat of his slave and the only comeback would be if her blood hit someone else's property, and then only if the owner objected, not the slave."
Bridget joined in, "And Jimmy, an owner can change a slave anyway he wants to."
Jimmy turned to look at Bridget and noticed in passing that his mother was looking on with her eyes wide open and her mouth hanging slackly.
"That's right," said Bridget, "the nanotechnology that the Darjee have made available can change a person�s appearance, shape, weight, anything. I'm not sure if they can actually make that woman into an Afro-Caribbean but they can easily change her appearance to suit the man's requirements and there's not a damned thing she or anyone else can do about it."
"But that doesn't make it right," bleated Jimmy, still upset.
Jimmy jumped as a voice spoke behind him; "Right or wrong doesn't enter in to it."
Jimmy spun round and found himself face to chest with one of the female Marines, "Sorry," he muttered automatically as he dragged his eyes upwards.
She grinned at the red faced young man, "Don't worry about it, that's one of the changes I had done," she said. "Sergeant Culpepper told me to calm you down but it looks like you're getting good advice already," she said. "What your friends are saying is right," she glanced at the sobbing woman, "and it's also one of the hardest things that a concubine has to learn. People read the stuff we put out but either they don't believe it, or think it doesn't apply to them."
The Marine squatted down next to Jimmy, "That one is going to have a hard time over the next month or so, the same as a lot of the people around here are, but if she keeps it together she will be popping out children for the next twenty years. A concubine's life is no longer her own and they all need to get their heads around that fact. They are here to keep their volunteer happy and to propagate the human race - nothing else." She swept her eyes over the women around Jimmy, "Forget that and even a nice boy like Jimmy here could dump you into the garbage disposal or swap you with someone like him," she finished casting her eyes to the man who'd been involved in the argument.
"Mind you, Mr. Caldrose over there is probably going to get a rude awakening at some stage," she said. "The Confederacy doesn't tolerate racial abuse anymore than we did back home. They make some allowances for the stress you are all going through at the moment but by the time we get to Brakat, that tolerance is down to zero." Her face became hard "If Mr. Caldrose hasn't got his shit together by then, someone is going to be required to kick the shit out of his body. With any luck they will give me that job!" Her dark skin merely served to emphasise the sparkling white teeth of her positively feral grin.
Jimmy slumped down partially satisfied but he was surrounded by a gang of totally silent, contemplative women.
---oOo---
It was two weeks into the journey to their new home at Brakat and things had started to settle down in the pod.
Much to his joy Jimmy was no longer a sweet and innocent virgin having done the dirty deed with three of the four women in his family. Gail had been his first and had gained that honour when she just managed to beat Ulya to the master bedroom after the women were let out of the medical chambers. She was there waiting in the king-sized bed when Jimmy returned from his first session three hours later. Gail had her new boobs uncovered and unfettered and had been waving them to attract his attention. To no one's surprise she'd succeeded in enticing Jimmy into his own bed and had taken his innocence.
Jimmy's only qualm had been, in his eyes, the poor performance he'd managed that first time. He'd lasted less than a minute the first time and only about five minutes the second time, though his subsequent bouts had seen him lasting much longer, he still felt embarrassed by his earliest failures.
Gail just praised him, claiming that she'd had a couple of virgins in her time and he was by far the best and most considerate of them all.
Ulya and Bridget stroked his ego after they'd had sex with him and he began to suspect that they just wanted to stay in his good books. In reality Jimmy was receiving excellent training in the use of his manhood and when combined with the 'improvements' that the Darjee medical technology had made to his body, he really had nothing to worry about.
Meanwhile young Tammy was dropping hints to anyone who'd listen that she really was ready to join in the family fun but she was having little in the way of success. As Jimmy pointed out, he'd had to wait until he was fifteen to break his duck, surely she could manage another couple of months.
The one area of strain in the family group was only to be expected. Margaret, although still thinking of herself as his mother, was no longer the person in charge. In fact she'd dropped pretty near the bottom of the pecking order in the family due to a combination of her reclusive attitude and Jimmy's inability to force her to participate.
Margaret was becoming cranky and she didn't have a clue why. Her son was treating her with respect, though he was causing her no end of embarrassment the way he was carrying on with the other women in the household. She didn't need to see what was happening to know that the three of them had forced their, admittedly, nubile bodies into his bed.
That she was a casual witness to all this sexual activity was reminding her that she hadn't had any for several years was a cause of some frustration but it didn't explain how she could be as irritable as she was.
Unknown to Margaret was the fact that she was suffering from one of the affects of the medical treatments that the Darjee had implemented. As the main reason for bringing concubines along had been to breed the human race, the Darjee had increased the libido of all concubines unless it was specifically requested by a volunteer that it be lowered.
This meant that the normal human body began to crave sexual interaction, any form of interaction, and Margaret was fighting this feeling. The longer it went on the greater was the stress created.
Without intervention, either a sexual one or a change in the requirements placed on her body, she was going to become a very frustrated and irritable person.
The women in the pod were well aware of what she was going through, though their own sexual shenanigans had mitigated most of the effects. It fell to Bridget to bring the subject up with the head of the household.
Bridget rolled onto her side and gazed at the young man beside her. Steeling her resolve she said, "Jimmy, you need to stop treating Margaret as if she was your mother."
"But she is my mother!" he declared firmly. "Why would I want to treat her any differently?"
Bridget knew she had to continue but wasn't looking forward to her sponsor's reaction. "She's only your mother in the biological sense, as soon as you became her sponsor that relationship became irrelevant. Just like the instant divorces that extraction creates, or the way that husbands are required to treat their wives if they bring them out here." Bridget looked sad momentarily, "or the way I will have to treat Tammy soon."
Bridget ran her hand over Jimmy's nicely toned chest and continued before she got too distracted, "Here and now you are her master whether you like it or not and you need to remember that fact otherwise there will be problems for both of you in the future."
The mention of the word 'master' bought back thoughts of how his mother had reacted during the extraction, a reaction he'd actually got a thrill out of as he was giving her orders to undress.
Shaking his head to clear the image he raised an eyebrow at Bridget in query.
"How long will it be before she does something that you, as a sponsor, cannot accept? Will you be able to mete out an acceptable punishment then?" Bridget pushed her hair out of her eyes, "If you let it get that far it will be all the harder for both of you."
Bridget flicked her blond hair again, thinking extraneously that it could do with a trim, before pressing on. "The best option would probably be to swap her with one of the other volunteers." She held up her hand to stop the response she saw coming.
"I know that's not what you want to do but look at the alternatives. You can keep her simply as a housekeeper which doesn't do anything to alleviate the current problems of her feelings and would probably leave her unsure of her position."
Bridget looked him straight in the eye, "Or you can use her as one of your women."
Jimmy rocked back; deep down he knew Bridget was right. The question was, did he have the 'balls' to treat his mother like that?
Bridget finished off, "I'd suggest that you forget the term 'mother' and start speaking to her as Margaret, it's not a lot but at least it's a step in the right direction."
Lying there Jimmy began to think that Bridget may well be right. If nothing else he felt he needed to speak to someone about the matter and the obvious candidate was Andy Culpepper.
---oOo---
"Good Morning, Jimmy. How are things with you?"
Jimmy beamed at the Marine Sergeant who'd become his own personal guide in all matters to do with the Confederacy. "Pretty good, all things considered, though I'd like to have a chat with you later if you can make the time."
Andy Culpepper wondered what had come up this time. He consulted his internal organiser and found an open slot. "Right after lunch," he said, "we'll use one of the orientation booths."
"Thanks," replied Jimmy.
"So what do you think of your assignment then?" asked the Sergeant.
"My assignment?" responded Jimmy.
Sergeant Culpepper shook his head, "Don't tell me you haven't heard?" he asked. Before Jimmy could answer he continued, "The initial dispositions have been decided and were posted last night. If you'd checked your mail you'd have known all about it."
Jimmy had the grace to blush at the not so subtle reminder.
"However," continued the big Marine, "there is a copy of the list on the notice board next to the canteen."
Andy Culpepper grinned as the young man turned and headed off at a run without another word.
Jimmy got to the board and scanned the list almost desperately, where was his name?
There!
'James Walton, assigned to 1st Battalion Brakat Training Regiment. On successful completion to be promoted Second Lieutenant Confederacy Space Marines assigned to 4th Fighter Squadron, 2nd Marine Air Wing, CSS Palmyra.'
"Yes!" yelled Jimmy as he danced from one foot to the other.
"I take it you're happy with your assignment then?" asked Sergeant Culpepper from behind him.
"Oh yes, I'm gonna be a pilot," replied Jimmy, still bouncing around.
"Only if you complete the training," declared the Sergeant.
"True," said Jimmy calming down a little, "but they've got to believe I can do it or they'd have given me some other job and I really do want to be a pilot."
"Well you better go and tell your people what's happening," said the Sergeant, "and don't forget our talk later."
"I won't," said Jimmy as he headed off at almost the same speed he'd crossed the hanger to the notice board.
He burst into the pod yelling, "I've got it, I've got it."
The women came running into the living room from all directions, the excitement in his voice imparting urgency to their actions.
Jimmy was at the terminal calling up the email he'd missed earlier and he displayed it for all to see. It was a copy of the notice he'd already read on the notice board but it seemed more real as a single item, address just to him.
"Do we go with you on this ship?" asked Ulya.
"I've no idea," replied Jimmy with a frown. "AI, what happens to my women when I go to the Palmyra?"
"CSS Palmyra is a close support carrier of the Confederacy Marine Corps. At the current time only Navy personnel are entitled to take one of their concubines with them when they are deployed aboard ship. In your case your concubines would remain on Brakat pending your return," responded the voice.
"Why?" asked Jimmy.
"It has been found that, in general, Marine deployments last for less than ninety days and as such there is a reduced need for a concubine to be present. If a Marine task force was to be deployed for a longer period, consideration would be given to this ruling."
"So tell me about the Palmyra?" requested Jimmy switching subjects.
"CSS Palmyra carries the identification code CVF005, she is the fifth ship in the Midway class of vessels. She is primarily designed to carry the interface craft used by Confederacy Space Marines rather than the space superiority fighters used by the Navy. She is equipped with a mixture of A20 close support fighters, F50 air superiority fighters along with a small numbers of other interface craft. The primary mission of the ship is to support ground elements of the Marine Corps on operations. It is currently assigned to the 2nd Marine Air Wing, which in turn is part of the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Force based in the Brakat system."
The women had gathered around Jimmy and were listening to the AIs description as avidly as he was.
Jimmy asked, "What is the 4th Fighter Squadron equipped with?"
"They are presently transitioning to the dash 3 variant of the A20 Fighter."
"Close support," muttered Jimmy a little disappointedly.
"What do you mean?" asked Margaret seeing he son's face drop at the announcement.
"The A20 is the ground attack aircraft," replied Jimmy, "although it's called a fighter it's not meant to take on other aircraft." He shrugged, "It's the less glamorous of the two jobs," he broke into a grin, "but it's still flying."
Gail gave the young man a hug.
Ulya read the message displayed on the screen, "Jimmy, what does this mean, 'On successful completion to be promoted Second Lieutenant'?" she asked.
"AI?" queried Jimmy.
"All volunteers go through basic Marine training with the first battalion. On completion of that they undergo further training specific to the role they have been assigned. During this period they are considered to be Privates but on successful completion of the second phase of training they are promoted to their permanent rank, in this case that is as Second Lieutenant in the Marine Corps with a primary designation as pilot."
"What happens if the volunteer fails their training?" asked Bridget.
This question was greeted by shocked looks from all present and several people held their breath waiting for the AI to respond.
"Alternative employment opportunities would be offered to the volunteer compatible with the abilities they'd already shown. In most cases this is in one of the support roles to the line battalions."
Bridget frowned at Jimmy who blinked; "I take it," he said carefully, "that most people fail training because of, uhmm, bravery issues?"
"It has been found that controlled aggression, or the lack of it is the major reason for volunteers not meeting the required standards."
Jimmy pursed his lips then nodding, smiled again. "Well that shouldn't be a problem," he declared happily.
'Men!' thought more than one of the women present at his flippant comment.
---oOo---
Jimmy found Sergeant Culpepper relaxing over a drink in one of the briefing booths and after catching the older man's eye moved in to join him. He lowered himself onto one of the chairs and thought again of his reason for being there.
Was it guilt?
Or was he really just looking for guidance?
Whichever it was Jimmy had come to rely on the Sergeant's good advice and his lack of condemnation and ridicule with the questions he was asked.
"Hi, Sergeant," he said by way of greeting.
"Should I be calling you Sir now?" asked the big Marine.
Jimmy looked shocked, then puzzled as he worked his way through what the Sergeant was implying.
"But..." he began before he ground to a halt.
"Don't worry Jimmy, that's a long way down the line," said Andy Culpepper in an amused tone. "You'll have time to set up home when we get to Brakat before they take you off to the training regiment. You've got about a year or so to go before you finish training and get your commission - provided you succeed," he concluded sharply.
"Oh, I'll succeed," declared Jimmy as firmly as he had done earlier.
"Good," said Andy, "but you didn't want to see me about that did you?"
"Err, no," mumbled Jimmy. "I, err..." Getting a grip of himself Jimmy looked the Sergeant straight in the eye and said firmly, "I need some advice on how to deal with Margaret, my mother."
Andy relaxed in his seat and took a deep breath; this sort of problem was nothing new, though it normally involved formerly married couples.
"Do you want it simple or the long winded version?" he asked the young man.
"Let's try the simple version first," he grinned, "You can always go into details if I'm too thick to understand."
"True," said the Sergeant before thinking for a moment. "Simply put, you need to fuck her stupid or dump her back into the system."
"Shit," muttered Jimmy in response.
"Couldn't agree more," said Andy. "The problem is that you brought her here as a concubine which brings with it a certain number of obligations on her part. One of those obligations is to breed and to help that along the concubines are nudged in the right direction by the combinations of therapies and nannites that they are given during the initial medical screening. Put simply, your mother is going to be as horny as hell and it will get worse as time goes on."
The Sergeant took a sip from his drink before continuing. "That effectively leaves you with three options, the first is the simplest and that is to take her to bed and do your best to boff her brains out. The second option is to order her to go to bed with someone else, maybe another volunteer and to get her rocks off that way. The third solution is to throw her out. Either into the reject pool run by the Civil Service or into the recycle chamber, whichever you prefer."
Jimmy blanched at the older man's blunt appraisal of his options.
Andy called quietly to get his attention, "I'm guessing that the way she's acting and the way you're treating her is causing a certain amount of stress in your pod."
Jimmy nodded in response.
"Then if you can do it, I'd take her to bed and make love to her," said the Sergeant, "but whatever you decide you need to do it quickly before something breaks and there's trouble for everyone."
Jimmy nodded his understand before slowly getting to his feet. He waved casually to the Sergeant who'd returned his attention to his drink.
'All I've got to do now,' thought Jimmy, 'is decide whether to fuck my mom or throw her out.'
---oOo---
Jimmy didn't go straight back to his pod. In fact he wandered around the ship for another hour before he reached a decision on what the future would hold and how he was going to accomplish it. That decision in itself gave rise to many other questions in his mind, most of which he put off until he really needed to answer them.
After a stop at the replicators, which involved some esoteric discussions with the AI, he returned to his pod and let himself in, making for the living area as quietly as he could. To his surprise he was able to get there without anyone spotting him, which made things easier as he wanted to surprise all of the women in one go.
After carefully laying out the replicated items he'd had made he checked with the AI on the location of the women. The AI informed him that Bridget and Tammy were together in Bridget's room, Gail and Ulya were in Ulya's room and his mother was in the bathroom.
Grinning Jimmy bellowed, "All of you, come here now!"
As he heard the first sound of running feet he dropped the grin and put on a serious face and wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers to dry them off. Nervous, he thought extraneously as Gail led the charge into the room.
"Line up!" he barked, pointing to the convenient wall.
Looking worried Gail placed her back against the indicated wall and fretted, Ulya, Bridget and Tammy did likewise.
Jimmy began tapping his foot as he waited for his mother to appear which served to increase the nervousness of those waiting with him.
Margaret appeared wrapped in a towel, her hair wet from the shower she'd been taking when she'd received the summons from Jimmy.
Jimmy pointed to the rest of the women and Margaret crossed the room to join them.
"Tammy, this does not concern you so would you please go back to your room until your mother comes for you," said Jimmy. He watched as the young girl looked at her mother and then left the room without protest.
"I've been giving the matter some thought," said Jimmy, "and I want a few changes to be made around here. To begin with get rid of those clothes," he said flicking his fingers at the grey smocks most of them were wearing.
He watched as all except his mother started to remove their clothes. Turning to his mother he said softly, "Margaret, that includes you, get rid of that towel."
When she hesitated he snapped, "Now!"
Margaret dropped her eyes at the same time as she allowed the protective towel to fall to the floor and missed the fleeting grin that crossed her son's face.
Jimmy reached down and picked up the first item on the stack of objects he'd bought into the pod. It looked like a dark grey strip about twenty-five millimetres wide and reasonably flexible.
He approached Gail, "Lift your chin for me," he said. When she did he slipped the collar, because that is what it was, around her neck and held the two ends together and applied a little pressure. Just as the AI had described he felt a slight rise in temperature and the collar was sealed, encircling the neck in a smooth grey collar with a single polished 'D' ring on the front.
Jimmy stepped back and looked at Gail. "Very nice," he commented before collecting the next collar.
He repeated the procedure with Ulya and Bridget in turn, in each case the women submitted without comment.
When he approached Margaret she said quietly, "Jimmy," but he just hardened his look and continued. Stepping back he decided that his mother looked beautiful wearing his collar.
"This now marks you as mine," he said formally and then reached to the top of the second pile and picked up an item of clothing. In cut it was identical to the smock that they'd been wearing since they arrived on the colony ship but the material was totally different.
When Jimmy had tried to describe what he wanted he'd asked for something diaphanous but as warm as the smocks they were used to. What the AI had come up with was a fine net material in the same grey as the smock but the open area of the net was filled with a transparent film. The film had the same consistency and feel as silk so the whole smock suddenly became a sensual covering rather than a simple protective covering. Just the feel of it had told Jimmy that he was going to like watching the women in it.
He handed the first of the smocks to Gail and told her to put it on.
As it slipped over her body she smiled. "Oh this is nice, Master," she purred.
"Ulya," said Jimmy handing her a smock.
The coloured girl rubbed the filmy material between her fingers and like Gail she smiled. "Thank you," she said then slipped it over her head.
"Bridget, this is yours," said Jimmy.
"Tammy is going to be so jealous," said Bridget as she smoothed it over her body.
With the fourth smock over his arm Jimmy approached his mother. When she looked up he reached forward and hooked his finger into the 'D' ring on her collar and gave a light pull.
"You won't need your clothes until later," he said as he led the unresisting woman towards his bedroom. The rest of the women looked on and smiled as Margaret, her eyes downcast, followed Jimmy meekly.
---oOo---
Margaret was panting as her son led her across the pod's living room towards his bedroom. The collar that felt cool against her skin when he'd fastened it so easily around her neck only moments before was suddenly tight and hot, almost closing her throat in a burning band. The rest of her body felt just as hot as it flushed with excitement. Margaret couldn't help but think that her son was going to do it. She could hear her hormones rejoicing as they raced around her body preparing it for sex with him.
Her body may have been happy at the prospect of sex but her mind was distraught.
She had to stop him.
It was wrong.
It was incest!
The bedroom door slid shut behind Margaret as silently as usual, closing off all sounds from the women who were rejoicing at the actions their master had taken. The noise the door made may have been barely discernible but to Margaret it sounded like a dungeon door clanging closed on her old, safe life.
"Jimmy," she whispered but he didn't respond to her plea, he just took another small step towards that huge bed that so dominated the room. Dominated, a word she'd been dreaming of for so long now.
For Margaret that bed was her destiny, if she reached it she was doomed. Her real problem was that her body was aware of that fact too and it was doing everything in its power to overcome her mind's resistance and send her to her fate. Already her heart was fluttering and her nipples were getting stiffer with every small step her son forced her to take. Even her pussy - the very centre of her womanhood - was betraying her as it got hotter and wetter at the thought of what her little boy was going to do to her once he got her to that bed.
She tried to slow her progress down but she had no choice other than to follow as Jimmy applied gentle pressure to her collar.
"Jimmy," she whispered again possibly a little louder.
Jimmy stopped and without releasing the collar he turned and looked her in the eye.
When the two of them were eye to eye Margaret realised that her little boy wasn't so little anymore and another nail was driven into the coffin holding her old beliefs together.
"Yes Margaret, we are going to bed together," Jimmy declared.
Margaret swayed, "But..."
"No buts, Margaret," said Jimmy firmly. "We are going to bed and we are going to have sex."
Margaret felt her eyes spring open wide as he clearly stated his intentions for her. Margaret wrapped her arms around her upper body covering her enhanced breasts and wailed, "I can't Jimmy, I'm your mother."
Jimmy stood taller, his expression hardening. "I'd hoped," he said, "that this could be a demonstration of how much I love you but if you can't accept that from me then it will be raw uncompromising sex."
Margaret's body was as ready for sex as it had ever been, to do the dirty deed as her husband, Jimmy's father, had described making love. It was only her mind that was putting up a fight and Margaret knew that this was one battle that she was losing.
She really wanted to be held and loved by her son no matter what her mind was telling her concerning right and wrong or good and evil. The fact that she knew he'd use force if he needed to seemed to add spice to her feelings, not disgust or fear.
Slowly she sank to her knees before him, "Please," she whispered her mind made up, "please be gentle with me."
Jimmy grinned above her head and started to remove his clothes. Below him Margaret flinched when the first item was flung to one side, landing on a convenient chair.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this," said Jimmy kicking off his shoes.
Margaret could hardly believe her ears. Her son wanted to do this? With his own mother? Surely it was just a duty?
Jimmy dropped his trousers and his freed cock sprang up from the dark depths in which it had been kept and pointed towards its next victim.
On her knees Margaret looked at her son's manhood in surprise, she'd never realised it was that large. Now it was like a loaded gun pointing straight at her.
Margaret raised her eyes to her naked son's face, "I love you," she said her voice trembling with emotion.
Jimmy smiled down at her and stood to the side, "Then come to bed with me Margaret and let me show you how much I love you too."
Margaret, with tears streaming down her face and a smile on her lips rocked forward onto all fours and began crawling towards the bed. Her body was alive to every sensation as she willingly threw away her old moral code and became one of her son's women.
A very short distance behind the crawling woman Jimmy was taking the time to admire the sexily waving ass that was leading him to a wonderful night of loving.
---oOo---
Jimmy and his family stood near to the ship's hold doors along with several other families, all of them doing their best to stay out of everyone's way whilst still watching as events unfolded.
It was the second day of the operation to deploy the new colonists to the planet's surface and like so many other families they wanted to see what was going on. All day they'd listened to the dull clangs that reverberated throughout the ship as the pods were detached and sent on their way to Brakat.
Soon the Waltons would make the same journey as those families who'd already gone down to the planet's surface, and all of those present were feeling emotional in one way or another. All they were waiting for was confirmation from the planet's surface that their pod had made its descent successfully and was now positioned and ready to receive them. Until that happened they, like so many others, were at a bit of a loose end.
As he stood there, Jimmy couldn't keep the grin off his face. He was that happy with the way things were turning out. He'd already noticed several more women wearing the same modified smock that his women were wearing. He had achieved a fashion success even if he gained nothing from its popularity.
Then the AI had confirmed at breakfast time this morning that both Bridget and Ulya were pregnant with his children. That was an event he'd worked so hard to achieve, not that he hadn't enjoyed himself putting in the effort.
The only blot on an otherwise happy event had been the reaction of Tammy, who'd been caught between jealousy and euphoria at the news that she was to gain a sibling. She had clung to her mother ever since the glad tidings had been announced and in Jimmy's eyes she had suddenly appeared far younger than he'd ever seen her before. He was glad he'd resisted her attempts to get him to treat her as a woman no matter how tempting they'd been.
The collars adorning the women's necks had been another talking point ever since he'd fitted them. They too had become an item worn by many of the concubines but not as happily as the smocks. It appeared that some concubines still hadn't accepted their new position in life. For Jimmy it was irrelevant, he now knew where he stood with all the women in his life and they knew their position in the family.
Gail was hanging by his side just like the ever-faithful puppy. She'd stated she was willing to do whatever her master wanted when he'd collected her on Earth and he'd had no reason to complain about her since. Simply by standing next to Jimmy she was fulfilling her need to be near him just in case she was wanted.
On his opposite side stood Margaret, quiet introspective Margaret who'd once been just his mother and was now so much more. The woman who now shared his bed more than any other in recent days, had surprised him this very morning by declaring her need to have his child, a need he now felt he should satisfy.
Andy Culpepper walked up to Jimmy and nodded by way of greeting.
"Good morning," responded Jimmy.
"I'm glad you're here," said the big Marine, "there's something I wanted you to see."
Jimmy frowned but the Sergeant just pointed across the hold area.
Approaching the transporter terminus was a small group. Two of the ship's crew were using one of the anti-grav platforms to move something towards the terminus. Walking alongside the group was the big breasted, coloured Marine who'd held Jimmy in check early in the voyage.
As the party drew level with the Waltons, Jimmy was able to make out the shape of a man's body on the stretcher.
He raised an eyebrow at the Sergeant stood next to him.
"Mr. Caldrose made a disparaging remark to one of the Marines," he said by way of an answer."
"And?" questioned Jimmy.
"She took umbrage and vented a little on the miscreant.
Jimmy grinned at the female Marine when he caught her eye and was sure she blushed in response.
It looked like the she'd gotten her way after all...
---oOo---
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