by Nora Nolan
He carried one bag while she rolled the other to their suite down one of the halls that led from the gathering room. As he approached, the door opened automatically. “Stand here a second, babe, while it scans you. There.” He pressed a button. “Now it’ll always open automatically when you approach.”
She grinned and her eyebrows rose. “Well, that’s convenient.” He gave her a quick grin as he held his hand out, ushering her into their rooms.
She was amazed at what greeted her. She had expected something similar to nice cruise ship cabins, or at most nice hotel suites. Instead, there were several rooms. These rooms looked like home. Her home. They entered into a comfortable looking den-type space, complete with a fireplace. It was decorated as though she had done it herself. As a matter of fact, several of her prized pieces of furniture were there. She looked at Dan questioningly.
“I had some of your pieces beamed aboard. You seemed to like them. We’ll take them home, too. Unless, of course, you want to totally redo the house. I give you free rein to make it exactly what you want.”
She ran to him and jumped in his arms while he laughed at her indulgently. “Dan, that’s the sweetest thing! I can’t believe you did that for me.”
“Why wouldn’t I, darlin? I want you happy. Here you are leaving not only your home, but your home planet for me. I want the transition to be as painless as it can be.”
“Oh, you perfect man.” She lowered her voice. “As soon as we have time to be alone together for a while, I’m going to make you glad you brought me.”
“I’m already glad. But if you want to make me even more glad while you’re wearing that red bustier, that’s all right with me.”
“I can do that.”
Dan pulled her into the bedroom. “Here. Let’s unpack.”
He helped her put her things away before setting the bags in the back of the closet. “Let me show you the rest of the suite.”
In addition to the den and bedroom there were a luxurious bathroom and a second bedroom that appeared to be used as his personal office. After seeing how sumptuous the bath was, she was surprised the kitchen didn’t have the same kind of extravagant top of the line appliances. Dan explained that there was a food replicator that could make anything they wanted, so the appliances were only used when someone had the desire to cook. He showed her how it worked.
“We’ll have one cup of coffure, one mocha latte, six scrambled eggs, 10 slices of bacon, a dozen buttered biscuits and honey, and two large glasses of orange juice.”
As he spoke the items began to appear in the recessed area of the replicator. “The only thing you have to watch out for is when you order several things at once. Be sure to move them to make room for the next ones to appear.”
“This is a dream come true! What all can it make?”
“Whatever you want. Name something you like from a specific place on earth.”
“I’ll have a muffaletta sandwich from the Cajun Kitchen on Bismarck Ave.”
She gasped when it appeared.
“Can it replicate anything besides food?”
“This one can’t. The one at home can. Well, just ours and the ones that belong to the other chieftains. We couldn’t approve that kind of functionality for the general populace, or commerce would collapse.”
“So I’ll have access to a machine that’ll make anything I want?”
“Yep. Actually there are just a few things it can’t make. Human DNA, for one. I’m glad, since I wouldn’t have you if it could. But I hope you’ll still shop, too, and support the local economy.”
“Oh, baby, that might even be hotter than sex. Amazing. You realize this is going to make me lazy, right?”
“Can’t have that. I’ll keep you busy.” His grin was decidedly lascivious. “And I’ll make sure the sex is smokin’ hot. Besides, I can put restrictions on the replicator, if I have to.”
She stuck out her tongue at him. “Can we eat this now? It smells delicious.”
* * *
Sally and Sam came aboard around midmorning. She, too, hadn’t brought very much. She had much the same reaction to the suites that Ava did, except her suite had an extra room. Sam hadn’t brought any of Sally’s furniture aboard, but he did tell her she could redecorate anything she wanted. The suite was gorgeous, though, and she decided she didn’t need to change a thing. Besides, she’d only be using the rooms for eight days. They’d already eaten breakfast before they boarded, but when Sally found the replicator, she couldn’t help herself. “I’ll have my mother’s chicken and dumplings.”
“Sam! I can’t believe this! You have to stop what you’re doing and eat some of this.”
He indulged her, and admitted that they were delicious. “But I’ll save the rest for lunch. Now we need to get back to the gathering room. Some of the others have boarded, and I’m sure you want to get with the women and do whatever it is that you women do.”
She laughed. “I have no idea what we do in this situation!” She shook her head. “Will my cell phone work on board?”
“It will with anyone else on board ship. When we get home we’ll get all of you new devices.”
She pulled out her Samsung and pulled up the last conversation with all of them.
Sally: I’m on board the ship. I’ll be in the gathering room where we were before.
Ava: On our way there now.
Zoe: Be there soon. Putting away clothes.
Zoe: This is Glen. Zoe will be late. ☺
* * *
“Glen! Gimme my phone back. I want to go see my girls!”
“Of course you can, sunshine, but you can wait just a few minutes.”
He came up behind her and pulled her back to him, close to his front. “I know it’s probably an exciting time, and maybe a little frightening for you.” His right arm was across her right breast, his hand cradling her left breast. He put his left hand at her crotch, slowly moving his fingers around, giving off an inordinate amount of heat and stimulation.
“I want you to remember that your primary job, as it will be from now on, is to please me.” He backed up enough to lean down and tenderly kiss her neck. “Bend over the bed.”
Zoe, reveling in that fact that she finally had a man to dominate her, obeyed. Glen came up behind her and pulled down her thong. He caressed her bottom cheeks and her thighs, letting his hand venture between them to find her nub. The heat immediately awakened all her erogenous areas.
She moaned, “Oh, yes…”
Glen removed his hand and brought it down so sharply on her backside she screamed. “No, sunshine, not yet. I want to make sure you remember your responsibilities to me while you spend time with the girls.” She felt something at her anus, something warm that radiated a vibrating heat, with an emphasis on the vibrating part.
“Oh, no, please, no. I’ll remember!”
He chuckled. “This will make sure you do.” With that, he fully inserted the plug. “Does it hurt?”
“Well, no, but”
“Good. I just want to keep you aware that it’s there. And make no mistake, I can make it hurt if I want it to. But that’s not the goal now. I can also make you swoon from it. Understand?”
“I do.”
“I do, sir,” he corrected her.
She stood up and turned to face him, a bit alarmed. “Really? I have to call you sir all the time?”
He smiled down at her. “Not all the time. But for the next forty-eight hours, when we’re in our suite, let’s try it out. I think I’m going to like it. Now bend over again. You’ve got a few coming to you for standing up without my permission.”
Her face reddened, but she complied, assuming the same position she’d been in earlier.
“Turn your head and watch me.”
She turned and watched as he unhurriedly removed his belt. He doubled it, holding the buckle and the end in his right hand. Then as fast as lightning, he grabbed the opposite end with his left hand and the belt made a loud pop. Zoe knew it was for her benefit. H
e turned slightly for better aim and brought the belt down on the plumpest roundness of her cheeks. Suddenly she had a flashback to the fantasy she was masturbating to that first day when Glen walked in and caught her. “He likes it when I can hold out a long time before crying when I’m being punished.” That had never been an element of her fantasies before. Glen put that thought in my head! She was determined then to take her licks as stoically as she could; it must be what he wanted of her.
He pulled his arm back up and delivered another stinger below the first one. Zoe hissed, but didn’t yell. The next one landed across the tops of her thighs. A gasp escaped her, but she checked herself before she made any verbal noise. She closed her eyes, willing the pain to stop.
“Just one more, sunshine, and if you can still keep from crying out, I’ll stop.” With that, he brought the belt down across the fullest part again, harder than the previous strikes.
She hissed again, accompanied by a slight rocking motion from the effort of keeping quiet. Glen pulled her thong back up.
“Sunshine, you can stand up now.” He had to help her, but she stood. A couple of tears made their way down her face. He pulled her into his embrace. “I’m so proud of you for taking that so well. You’ve pleased me very much. Now you know one of my rules: when I’ve told you to get into a certain position, you stay there until I tell you to move. I do have rules, baby doll. You’ll learn them all in time. I figure between that and the plug, you’re going to be thinking about me all afternoon, aren’t you?” He dried her tears. She nodded.
“Go wash your face, then we can go down to the gathering room.”
When she came out of the bathroom, he startled her again. He picked her up to his level and gave her a passionate kiss that left her breathless and moaning. “Sunshine, tonight I promise you the very best sex of your life.”
She was glad to hear it, because she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life.
* * *
All of them were in the gathering room. Sam took charge.
“Ladies, wives, let me welcome you aboard what will be your home for the next eight days. We’re thrilled to have you here. If everyone agrees, I suggest that we all eat supper together in here each evening about six o’clock. I’d like for us all to get to know each other better. But it’s not mandatory, you can eat in your suites if you prefer. We can start tonight.
“You have open access to all the suites – you can get together there or in here, whatever you like. There’s a gym down our hall beyond our suite, and an infirmary at the end of the hall. Sally knows where they are and she can show you if you’re interested. The only rooms that are off limits for you are the Council Bridge Control room and the unoccupied suites. You may go in the Council Bridge room when one of us is with you, but you are not to enter it without us. Do you understand?”
The women all nodded their assent, and a couple of them answered with a verbal “yes”. Glen smiled when Zoe was one of the verbal responders. He winked at her. She smiled shyly at him, glad that she pleased him again.
“The men will meet regularly each morning, and sometimes there may be additional impromptu meetings. The situation on Bargella is fluid and our intelligence community works round the clock, as you might expect. Any questions?” He looked around the room at everyone. “No? Great. Men, let’s head to Bridge Control and discuss the latest briefings. Ladies, have fun and I hope I’ll see you all at six this evening.”
When they were alone, the women all looked at each other, each with a big “what now” expression. Sally stood up at the replicator and said “I’ll have an appletini.”
Cheryl called out from the table “Make that two.”
The two drinks appeared, and Sally took Cheryl’s to her at the table.
Ella went to the replicator and ordered macaroni and cheese and a vanilla milkshake, giggling when it appeared. They all ended up getting a bite to eat. Not all of them were hungry, but it was too much fun to be able to order anything they wanted.
It was the first time the ladies had been alone together since they met at McCool’s to discuss the men. “So ladies, anybody have a clue what we do now?” Zoe asked it, and they all started with giggles that grew into tear-producing hysterical belly laughs.
“Do you think they can read our minds from Bridge Control?” Sally asked.
“Most likely,” Cheryl calmed down enough to answer, drying her laugh-tears. “Paul said they can choose not to use that sense. He gave me a choice, but since he’s been giving me everything I’ve always dreamed of, I decided to let him keep reading me. At least for now. I’m enjoying that more than you can imagine. I’m pretty sure they’ll turn it off if we ask them to.” She smiled a smile of pure devilishness.
“Well, I propose that after we eat, we go around and visit all our suites so we’ll know where everyone is.” Ella, ever the practical one, made the suggestion. “And Sally can show us the gym and the infirmary.”
They all nodded their assent.
“Just curious,” Ava ventured, “does anyone regret coming?”
No one had regrets.
* * *
It was late afternoon, and the ladies decided to adjourn to their respective rooms to rest a bit and freshen up for dinner. Zoe had a more urgent need, and debated over how to handle the situation. She learned a rule earlier that day – she shouldn’t get out of a position that Glen required of her until he said she could move. Would it be the same way with… other things? Afraid to take matters into her own hands without permission, she pulled out her cell phone and texted Glen.
Zoe: I need to, ahem, GO. But I can’t because of that little reminder you inserted. Please, Sir, may I remove it?
Glen: You’ve pleased me immensely by asking. No, you may not remove it. I will. Strip completely and bend over the bed. I’ll be right there.
She removed her clothes in record time, throwing them in a hamper in the bathroom. She had barely assumed the position when he beamed in, directly on the other side of the bed, facing her.
“Such a beautiful sight, darlin.” He stood looking at her, making her very conscious that she was nude and decidedly not in control. The thought was highly erotic to her. Even with her other physical need of the moment, she felt her natural lubrication ooze.
Glen walked around the bed to stand behind her. His big hands touched her all over, but lingered on her shapely breasts that hung unfettered. “Tonight, I plan to concentrate a lot of attention on these tits. They are spectacular, you know. I look forward to it. But now, let me attend to this end.”
“Spread your legs a little more.”
Zoe felt his hand at her slit, his finger at her little nub, already swollen with excitement.
“It appears you’re a natural submissive, sunshine. I knew I made the right choice with you. Do you think we made the right choice?”
She moaned.
A hard hand came down on her left buttock, even as his other hand at her nub continued its gentle assault. She cried out in surprise.
“I expect a verbal response, sunshine.”
“Yes! Yes, it was the right choice.”
That same hard hand came down again, even harder this time. “Did you forget something?”
“Yes! Yes, sir! We made the right choice, sir.”
He gave a low, gritty chuckle. “You need to remember your rules.”
“Yes, sir. I will, sir.”
He swiftly pulled out the plug, making the removal quite painful for a fleeting moment. As he took it to the bathroom and dropped it in the lavatory, he gave her instructions. “Sunshine, clean this and leave it beside the bed. Shower and get ready for supper and I’ll meet you back here about 5:45. We can go to dinner together.”
When he came back into the bedroom, he walked back to her. “Stand up, baby girl.” She did, and he pulled her into his arms, bending to nuzzle her neck. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you. Tonight,” he gave her a quick kiss, “will be spectacular.”
* * *
That evening, everyone met for dinner in the gathering room. There had been no unsettling news from either Bargella or earth, so the mood was fairly light. Dinner was an interesting combination of a smorgasbord and a pot luck, in that each woman replicated a few of her favorite recipes and they were served family-style. The table was laden with food.
Ella proved to be the mother hen type, assuming the role of hostess and urging everyone to get more food, particularly the men, and offering to refill glasses. As she poured Sam a refill from a replicated pitcher of sweet tea, she asked who flew the ship while they were all at dinner.
“Autopilot. We’re the only ones on board. Much like on an airplane, except that we don’t have to babysit it. If there are any problems or any communications, we’ll be alerted.”
Cheryl had been quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. “Tell me, about how often do you guys come to earth?”
Sam answered. “The five of us specifically? I think it was the first or second time for most of us. An advance team came before us and initially identified you and a few others, according to specifications we’d each provided. If you’re talking about Bargellans in general, though, we probably come every few hundred years when the shapeshifters reappear. But since we have a vested interest in earth, her safety, and her people, we have Bargellans living on earth at all times, dotted here and there. And there are always occasional visitors, just our people who love to travel.”
“What did your ancestors look like before you took human form?” This time it was Zoe talking.
Glen answered. “You know that cantina scene in the first Star Wars movie?”
“Ew,” Zoe responded. “Really?”
Glen chuckled. “There wasn’t a specific shape. Babies were born in a more or less amorphic blob. They began growing into their own shape within a year or two. They weren’t able to shapeshift until well into their teens.”
Ava entered the conversation. “So how did you first convince hundreds of women to go back to your planet?”