Founders Ch. 75

75: Friday, Pisces 13, 231 0800 hours OST: Galvanized

Anming awakened, refreshed, and sore in her private areas. She had received a visit in the middle of the night from her virile and insatiable husband. He had texted her beforehand. She pointedly assured him he need not. She would rather be awakened by his warm giant body crushing her to the bed than by her phone.

By the time he arrived, she was gushing for him. He delivered to her orgasm after orgasm in many forceful strokes. Only when they were closer than two nightingales in flight did he release his cream, and they visited heaven together. With barely a pause, he repeated the experience. He lasted twice as long, and sent them both even higher into the stratosphere.

Always, it seemed her dear husband was a dark challenge to her morals and sanity. He turned her over, and using their moisture, used her dirty excrement hole as well. As usual, she had to bite her pillow not to decry his actions as vile. Even so, she suffered many unwelcome but extremely powerful orgasms from her husband's perverse use of her. Secretly, she craved it with guilty intensity. She must discuss this matter honestly and openly with Colleen, both the good and bad.

Upon rising for the day, she showered his clinging scent and cream off herself as well as possible. She ate a light breakfast. She proceeded up to the core via Radial Arm Bay A2 to visit and work with Michaela. She had gotten fairly dexterous on the radial arm bay ladders. She was climbing up while holding her computing tablet and a travel mug of coffee in one arm.

There was a bang that burst her eardrums. She, along with her tablet, coffee, and shoes went flying up the radial arm bay and smacked into the bubble. Luckily, she didn't hit her head. She bounced off the bubble and found herself gripping the hatch lever of the aft fusion reactor bay. There was explosive decompression happening. She cycled the hatch, got inside, and managed to close the hatch after herself.

Only when she was calming down, safe in the fusion bay, did she reconstruct events. In her experience, it had just been a terrible loud bang that disoriented her. When she regained some sense, she was gripping the fusion bay door hatch and pulled herself in. In the confusion of decompression, it was blind luck that set her upon the fusion bay door hatch. Surely the bubble had saved her life. If she had struck the metal walls of the core at the speed she was yanked up the radial arm bay, it would have surely killed her. Or, she would have been sucked bodily into space, or piece by piece. She shuddered.

She had lost her accessories, her shoes, and her phone. She felt disoriented and dizzy from her head injury. Her ears and nose were bleeding slightly. Her baby was kicking strongly, agitated but healthy. For this, she breathed a great sigh of relief. She tried to rest, hoping rescue would come soon. She lashed herself to the hatch handle by her belt so she wouldn't float away. She tried to sleep.

She was awakened by three distinct knocks on the hatch. Before she could answer, there were another three knocks. She had nothing to knock back with. Luckily, there was a small tool cabinet by the side of the door. She got out a wrench and knocked back. Soon they were knocking excitedly back and forth. As communication, it lacked subtlety, but communication had definitely been established.

"Anming has sealed herself into the aft fusion bay," Alexis told Zach. He started breathing again. Colby had been holding him. He had started shaking several minutes ago, fearing the worst. He started to cry long and hard with relief.

The rest was cleanup. Although the PSS had to be rebalanced, the repairs to Radial Arm B2 made it stronger than before. Berte and Khushi sealed the breach with new hull plating. They repaired and replaced the power and control conduits that had been damaged or obliterated. Mateo was the hero of the day. After finding Anming, he went EVA and did all the outside welds on the hull plates as well.

Being quite pregnant, a general anesthetic was out of the question for Anming. It was only minor surgery to replace her blown out eardrums. Zach performed the surgery with Ayana assisting. By the end of a few weeks, her inner ears would heal the rest of the way themselves.

Aside from necessary functions, Zach would not leave Anming's side. He repeated to her in joy and amazement, "Your survival is a great miracle." Colby argued to Anming that she should therefore start her week with Zach now. Despite her near-deafness, Anming understood Colby's meaning. Anming argued, "Please, fellow wife, I haven't the strength to serve our husband as he should be served. You know, as a wife should serve. Please continue to serve as the receptacle of his ardent love for a few more days at least."

"Well, I suppose so," said Colby. "I've never been a receptacle for ardent love before." She rolled her eyes.

Anming understood that communication well enough without hearing. "But you are!" she shouted at Colby. "Don't you understand?! You're the main receptacle! The rest of us are pale shadows in comparison!"

"I don't know about that," Colby told her. "He was shaking like a leaf when he feared you were gone. He was so upset, he couldn't cry until after he knew you were alive. I said... he couldn't cry until after we found you!"

"Colby," said Anming, "If something happened to you, the very heavens would weep but to reflect Zachary's sadness over it."

"I'm not sure if we're admiring each other or Zach in this conversation," said Colby.

"I should rest," said Anming. They left her to sleep.

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That evening, Colby and Zach shared a pleasant dinner with Anming and Colleen. Jason begged off, saying he had already eaten. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Zach knew it was likely awkwardness around the undisclosed Colby triangle. Nevertheless, he felt it would be weird not to ask after him. "What's with that guy?" he asked.

Anming was trying to follow the conversation, but her recovering ears were still mostly deaf. Zach knew sign language, but Anming didn't. She wouldn't have learned ASL in any case. She sat there looking confused. Colby glared pointedly at Colleen. Evidently that was some kind of signal. Colleen said, "I'm trying to calm him down about it. He's no doubt concerned about us being caught together in his stateroom after the meteor strike. I tried to explain our open marriage, but it's hard for these guys to understand. Where he's from, people get killed over being found dallying with another man's wife."

Zach announced, "I'm done eating dinner, by the way." Colby rose, pulled down her stretch pants and panties together, and bent over the galley table. This was their rule. If a stranger had been here, they would have gone somewhere private right after dinner, but this was family. Colby moved her plate over in front of her. She still had a few bites to finish while Zach had her.

Zach proposed, "Maybe I should talk to Jason?"

"No it's fine, it's fine," Colby and Colleen implored on top of each other. Colleen said, "It's my business. I can handle it, Zach."

"Just offering," said Zach. He stroked the head of his cock in Colby's copious, copious juices. This was too much excitement to be meant for any one man, he thought. Not that he was complaining. She must be getting off because she was secretly doing the both of them. He'd be the first to admit that having something exciting on the side could really rev the engines. At least, that was, as long as it didn't crater the primary relationship. Thus, open marriage. Though, for open, their marriage sure seemed to have some closely guarded secrets.

"And thank you for offering," Colleen told Zach graciously.

"I'm concerned about you, baby-- UHNNN!" said Colby. Zach thrust into Colby's wet snatch and was now taking her.

Anming tried to act nonchalant and kept eating her noodles.

Colleen observed them openly and smiled. Colby was ignoring the rest of her meal in front of her. Her eyes were fluttering. She was already nearly comatose at the huge feel of their husband. Colleen knew that feeling, and she was getting quite damp thinking about it.

"How are you concerned about me?" Zach asked Colby, thrilling to her slick, toned vagina. It was apparent she was doing her kegels, or the equivalent. A lot of them.

"The way you reacted to Anming's disappearance," said Colby.

"Well, she was almost certainly dead, honey," said Zach. "Should that be nothing?"

"No," said Colby. "But space is a dangerous place. Mars is a dangerous place. You're deeply involved with umpteen women and their children. I don't want you folding like a house of cards if one of them gets hurt or dies. The rest of us will need you, Zach." She was gritting her teeth now, close to orgasm. But it was clear she felt strongly about this.

Zach stopped thrusting, much to Colby's dismay and frustration. "I reserve the right to be absolutely torn to shreds if anything happens to any of you or to any of the kids," Zach said. Colby opened her mouth but Zach preempted her, "And, and, keep living a healthy and productive life to honor them. It's like when my parents died so suddenly. I felt I had nothing to live for. And I still feel like I have nothing intrinsic to live for. I live to serve and contribute. Usually I can include myself in that along with everybody else. That's my intention. That will have to be enough."

"I'm satisfied," said Colby. "But not, um... please keep going with... Zach, please," she grinned sheepishly.

"I'm going to wrap my heart around yours so tight, Colby Lincoln, and all of you," Zach said. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly with both hands. He pumped deliciously in her, feeling the tension quickly build in her entire body as she reached for her orgasm. "Mmm. I'm putting all my cards on the table. Everything for you." He felt her pussy quiver and grip him as he pushed in. So delicious.

"What?" asked Anming.

"HE LOVES YOU!" Colby shouted at Anming. "Christ!" Colby screamed and orgasmed. Zach gripped her shaking ass tightly and kept pumping faster. Anming smiled and nodded with a look of gratitude. She had a hand up shielding her eyes from the view of Colby and Zach carrying on.

"Everything," moaned Zach as he orgasmed. He locked into Colby. She whimpered as his hot pulses of semen bathed her insides. They were quiet together. Deeply joined.

"I had missed seeing that," said Colleen.

"Now all this about all of us owning parts of ships and things," said Zach. "What parts will I own?"

"Colby will be the CEO," said Colleen.

"Just heard from Becky," said Colby, eyes lazy, big smile, in that just-fucked place of satisfaction. "I am the CEO as of today."

"She is the CEO," said Colleen. "So ask her about that stuff. It's above my pay grade."

"Now what exactly do I own, my chocolate treat?" Zach asked.

Colby laughed. "I have to say, this is the first stockholder meeting I've had where the stockholder questioning me literally had me by the cunt. I've had meetings that felt that way, in a bad way, not a good way like this."

"Is it a hard question to answer?" asked Zach.

"Hah hah. You are feisty," Colby smiled. "No, baby, you don't own parts of spacecraft. You own shares of stock in the corporation. The corporation owns the spacecraft. The forms have already been issued. Really, you are distracting me, baby. You're staying quite hard. Are you going to do anything about that?" Zach started ramming her again, much to their delicious mutual delight. She thrilled, "OH! Ohyeah!"

"Is there a protocol for the frequency or duration of Zach's... um... dessert?" asked Colleen.

"These are too many protocol questions all at once," Colby whimpered. "Whatever he wants, UGH! Unless you have to get somewhere, get on duty. He doesn't get fat on THIS kind of dessert. Keep dishing it out, honey. Seconds. Mmm. Thirds."

"My favorite dessert," moaned Zach. "So what can I do with these shares of stock?"

"Well, you can vote for things the company does," said Colby. She let out a big whimper as she suffered a petit mort, and her ass shook. Zach reestablished his grip on each of her bouncing bottom cheeks. "Not everything of course, but the big decisions. That's how I plan to run things."

"Mmm. Like I have any expertise in voting with shares of stock," said Zach. "God, you feel so good on my cock, Colby Lincoln."

Colby lost it. "Pahahah! Another thing a stockholder has never said to me before. Well, at least not during a meeting. She winked at Colleen." To Zach, she said, "Don't worry. You'll know what you're voting about. Oh honey baby..."

"So I own... more responsibility?" asked Zach, stopping his thrusts. "That's a funny kind of ownership."

"You own the stock, baby," said Colby. "It's more than voting rights. You literally own a portion of the company. Keep going!" She implored.

Zach resumed his firm thrusts into Colby's loins. "So are the shares valuable?" he asked.

"Umhm. Absolutely they are. Oh baby... don't stop... oh honey.... UNNNNGH!" cried Colby.

"How valuable?" asked Zach.

After Colby regained her composure, she said, "Well, we, ask the stockholders to decide how valuable."

"Sounds like some kind of elaborate circle jerk," said Zach.

"Hah hah! It can be," answered Colby. "Practically speaking, a company is worth at least as much as its assets. So our company, Gemicore, Inc. will soon be worth at least, let's say half a trillion dollars, and you own five hundred thousand shares. Eight million shares are outstanding. That comes to your shares being worth at least thirty-one point two five billion dollars, Zach. Oh you feel so good in me baby!"

"God, you're tight. I think I'm starting to get close," said Zach.

"Mmm, that's okay, baby," said Colby. "Just put it in me any time. That's my baby." Her eyes were closed, enjoying his deep thrusts. Her smile was beatific.

"Yes, deposit your virile cream in her, my husband," said Anming. "So I can take my hand down and eat my noodles in peace. And, I'm aware, so you can enjoy heaven while seeding her quivering loins. But it's hard when I can't hold my bowl."

"Are we disturbing you, Anming?" asked Colby, then realized she couldn't hear. "ARE WE DISTURBING YOU?!"

"Absolutely not," Anming replied. "This is a good rule you've made. Our husband must have many, many occasions to release his virility in us. Whenever, in fact, he might not be already completely satisfied. If not, with so much virility, he will undoubtedly stray and have to put it elsewhere."

"And he does even so," said Colleen. "You know that, right?"

"Oh baby," Colby moaned. "Don't stop."

"Established fact, commander, if I read your lips correctly," said Anming. "Who could resist his virility? I suspect even Ayana. I suppose I meant, stray even more than suits him. This would be tragic."

"Well, I have noticed her belly swelling," Colleen joked.

"Okay," said Zach. "Hmmm... hah... ohh! Rrrah! Unh! RRRRRAH! Unnnn! Huh."

"Mmm... Ohhhh..." moaned Colby. "Your hot sauce is hitting me good, lover."

"I mean, for more than procreation," said Anming. "Who could resist his pressureful stroking of everything inside, including one's heart and soul? Who could eschew his hot jets of deeply satisfying cream as he orgasms?"

"Not me!" Colby moaned. "Oh God that's so good. Catch it... catch it... thank you darling."

"You're making me wet, all of you," said Colleen.

"So you like my financial briefings?" said Colby.

"Hah hah, yes," said Colleen, "and also watching the Zach fucking you part."

"Watch your language, commander," said Anming.

"Hey, your hearing is improving! Sorry. Ahem. Watching Zach have his manly virile way with you," Colleen said. "So how about it, Zach? Are you boinking Ayana on the regular?"

"A gentlemen never gossips," said Zach.

"Intriguing," said Colleen. "How much of your semen have you washed down the galley sink?"

"Lots," Colby moaned, still resting on the table in afterglow.

Anming was watching the conversation carefully. "When I serve him at the table after dinner, it's all over everywhere. On my clothes. On the floor. Everywhere," she moaned. "So profligate..."

"Okay, so I could theoretically sell one of my shares to get the money," said Zach at the sink. His scrubs were still down around his ankles.

"Actually, you can't," said Colby. "The company is privately held."

Colleen rose to put her dishes in the sink. As she did so, she gave Zach a little spank on his taut muscular ass and whispered in his ear, "Visit me tonight?"

Zach nodded to Colleen and smiled. He liked her horniness. It seemed they hadn't gotten a chance to really connect lately. Later would be a good start on this. Much better than wandering around wakeful and mopey. He continued his reasoning to Colby. "So then we're back to, how can the shares have a price if you can't sell them?"

"That's a lot more complicated question than it sounds like," said Colby. She stood up from the table, caught the rest in paper towels proffered by Zach.

"Try me," said Zach. He pulled up and tied his scrub pants.

"You just can't, okay? You wouldn't want to sell your shares anyway, Zach," said Colby, pulling up her panties.

"But then we're back to, how are these shares worth anything?" asked Zach.

"Well, we don't have to use all our profits to grow the company," said Colby. "We could vote to distribute some portion of our profits among the shareholders as dividends. The more shares you own, the more money you would get." She pulled up her stretch pants and adjusted them.

"We could vote to give ourselves money?" asked Zach. "Let's do that!"

"It's not that simple," said Colby. "If we invest the profits in growing the company, we'll have more profits later on, which is better, right?"

"Well, at least I'm starting to see why being able to vote is important," said Zach.

"Hah hah! Good," said Colby.

"This all sounds very complicated," said Zach. "Just tell me what to do."

"Okay, don't worry about it," said Colby. "So did you get your questions answered?"

"Only with more questions," said Zach.

"That's life," said Colby.

"I learned something," Anming piped up.

"Yeah," said Colleen. "Just let Colby do it."

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Later, as Zach and Colby were about to shower for bed, she stopped him at the door of Head B2. She grabbed him tightly by both hands. She had a serious look, a frightened look, into his eyes. "What is it, darling?" asked Zach.

"I want to tell you," said Colby, looking up into Zach's eyes, deeply in his eyes, "I've been going to bed with Jason sometimes lately." She looked embarrassed suddenly, looked away, regretful. "There you have it."

"I had suspected," said Zach. "Guys don't transfer to the day shift for nothing," he joked. He tried to smile, reassure her.

"Anming was right," said Colby. "Even though you didn't know, it was tearing you up inside, eating you up. I'm so sorry, Zach."

"Nothing to apologize for!" Zach hastened to say. "Colleen and I asked you to, practically demanded that you try on the open marriage thing. I hope you didn't do it just because of that."

"No, I like him, think he's cute," Colby wiped tears that were streaming down her face. Relief? Just emotion? "But you're right, it's linked. The day after you had that talk with me, I sat Jason down and basically told him, 'My husband and wife want me to bang more people, and well, you're pretty cute.' And he was like, 'I completely don't understand you people.' It took some convincing. He's a good man, Zach. And he wishes us the best as a couple."

"I know he's a good man. I trust he's a good man," Zach said. "I bet he takes exquisite care of you when you're together." In fact, he thought guiltily, he knew Jason did.

"He really does," Colby said, smiling as she looked away in embarrassment and wiped more tears.