Founders Ch. 78

"That's not really it, Zach," she said, looking at him quizzically.

After this, the three rested together until Zach's wristwatch pulsed on his wrist. It was time to meet Anming. He left quietly and showered on the way. He had brought Colby's dinner directly to her, so hadn't had the opportunity to shower after Khushi.

Anming let Zach in. She was fully dressed as she had been when making the meals. Her eyes were shyly downcast, as if they'd never met. He decided to have some fun with her. "Why did you call me here?"

Anming ignored the question. "My husband, I'm so happy you've arrived." She turned away from him and shut off the light, throwing the room into pitch dark.

"Light on," said Zach impatiently. She wasn't going to get away with hiding herself away from him. The light came back on, dimly. She was still turned shyly away from him. "All the way up." Her hand trembled, but she complied, and turned the light all the way up. She was playing the embarrassment game pretty hard tonight, and this after coming on to him earlier. She must want some real discipline tonight. This should be fun.

Instead of undressing her while kissing her, as he usually did, he stood apart. "Remove your top," he said sternly. She faced him and complied, eyes downcast. Her dark tan nipples were erect, her breasts bulging with milk for her coming child. Her belly was huge and round. She carried the extra weight effortlessly in the Martian gravity. Zach said another silent thank you for the banning of bras. "Your shoes and socks next." She sat on the bed and removed them, looking at the deck. "Now your leggings." She complied. Still sitting, she exposed her slender, flawless legs and white cotton panties.

"Spread your legs," he said. She trembled, hesitated. "Spread them," he ordered again. She complied, trembling, still looking at the ground. Her breathing was agitated, excited. There was a big wet spot on her panties. "Look at that nasty wet spot on your panties. You really are a nasty slut, aren't you?" Anming was silent, trembling, sighing. "Remove your panties," he said. Anming seemed to not be listening. "Take off your panties," he repeated sternly. Slowly, trembling, she complied, and then crossed her legs, looking away, trembling.

Zach took her panties from her before she could lay them aside. He held them to his nose, filling his senses with Anming's inimitable musk. It had been percolating fiercely between her legs all day, and had that rich smell. He wanted to spread her and force himself on her that very instant. To Anming, this was a husband's right, was it not? He could do it. He wanted her so badly. But he could control himself, wait, make it better for her.

"Spread your legs," he ordered. Anming fidgeted. "Open your slutty legs!" he ordered. Anming buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. Immediately, Zach dropped the pretense and knelt next to her, held her. She flinched at first, then relaxed. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked softly.

Anming sobbed. She said, "Since the incident..." This is what she called the explosive decompression in the core she'd barely survived. "Since the incident, the nightmares have returned. Often, I've been alone. Like during the rape. And then what you said tonight. And the bright light. It was too much like what he said. I'm sorry, my husband. I know you are not him. But my body is so very afraid."

"Isn't Colleen sleeping with you?" asked Zach.

"She is often away," said Anming.

"Away?" asked Zach. "At night?"

"She has so many duties throughout the ship," said Anming. "She has no able-bodied engineers, and we approach Mars."

Anming was apologizing awfully hard for Colleen. That was beside the point. "I'm sorry, my love," he said, hugging her fiercely. She was so competent, so controlled, so obedient, so Anming. It was easy to forget, and he had forgotten, damn him. She had all too recently suffered a long period of brutal sexual torture and rape. "I had no idea you were suffering."

"I know you didn't," said Anming. "I wanted to be strong, to be obedient, an able and healthy wife for you. You have such a difficult time with all these new mothers and babies to care for. I didn't want to add to your burden. And now I have." She burst into tears again.

"Sweetheart," argued Zach. "You are the most precious thing to me. If you're having nightmares, you need to tell me." Saying it, he knew it was futile. Anming needed to project the able, obedient wife, the perfect wife in her mind. It was that or bust, and at the moment, it was bust. "What can I do?" asked Zach.

"Kiss me," she sobbed. Zach did, and though her sobbing stopped, her hot tears flowed from her face onto his. She lay back on the bed, and he followed. He dragged her fully onto the bed. She lay on her back and he faced her, arms and legs holding her close. Still kissing him, she tugged at his waistband. Without a word, he tugged off his clothes and returned to hugging her tightly, skin to skin. They kissed passionately.

As they kissed and she continued to cry, Zach grew erect. His intention was to comfort. But the feel of the smooth skin of Anming's hip and haunch sliding across his loins excited him wildly. This seemed to be part of Anming's plan. She lifted her near leg and maneuvered as if to push onto him. He helped her. His cock head found her tunnel.

"Erase his presence," Anming moaned. She was tight as ever, but splashing wet and slippery. Urgently, she impaled herself as best she could, and he thrust to meet her fully, wrench her open, fill her. She grunted in satisfaction into his mouth, between their flicking tongues.

Zach broke the kiss and rose to top Anming, turning her on her side. He pounded her swiftly, fiercely, urgently as her body demanded. Her angry, desperate sobs renewed and redoubled as he took her. He trusted she was doing what she needed and stayed the course. He thrilled in her loins. Laughing, crying, or any way, her delicate body could bring him to orgasm again and again so swiftly. She was intoxicating.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Arrrrrr! EEP!" She shuddered, a full-body shudder.

"RAHHHH!" He poured all his love, his healing energy, his semen into her. He filled her with the hot wet warmth of his love. They were still. Through his hand, he felt her baby moving, excited.

"How do you feel?" he ventured softly.

She answered quietly, sleepily, "Whenever my entire body is stretched like this on your giant prong, he never existed." She fell into a slumber, drifting, utterly relaxed, and exhausted.

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Zach, with Anming in tow, entered the quarters he shared with Colby. Mother and baby were nursing, cuddled together. "Anming has been having nightmares, sweetheart," he said. "I invited her to sleep with us."

"That will be fine, baby," said Colby. "I'm sad to hear it, girl. Why didn't you speak up sooner?"

"I'm abject," said Anming, "with apology for not confiding in you, my dear, true, and close sister."

"You're damn right," said Colby. "We're sisters. Don't forget it." Colby was feeling the calming and happy effects of nursing Mina. Not that she would normally have been less welcoming, but she was ecstatic at Anming's arrival. To Zach, she said, patting the bed next to her, "Here, baby, cuddle up next to me between us. We'll need to get a third bed in here tomorrow," she chuckled. So they all cuddled in close and fell asleep.

"Baby, baby, baby," Colby whispered, rousing Zach. He realized he was straining erect and had been dry humping her hip with increasing urgency. She felt his rampant penis gingerly and said, "It's time for Mina to nurse anyway. Why don't you put this to good use, baby. I have my vibe right here."

"Sweetheart, you need to heal," whispered Zach.

"Not me, silly. I'll watch and nurse and play with myself, okay, baby?" said Colby. She nodded in Anming's direction. Zach looked over at Anming, who was sleeping peacefully. "You know you want to ravage that innocent graceful China doll of yours," Colby whispered. "Open her up. Erase that aloof expression of hers and make her whimper with pleasure. Put your jizz deep up in her. And get on the other side of her, would you baby? So I can watch you do it." She held Mina to her breast. Her vibrator clicked on, and she moaned gently.

Anming was asleep on her left side facing Zach and Colby with her big belly. He gently lifted Anming's right leg and straddled her, checked her. She stirred sleepily. She was juicy and slippery from their earlier times together. He didn't wait for her to awaken, and urgently lodged his cock head in her slippery hole. Gods! She was every bit as tight as she ever seemed to be. How tightly it opened! But for the slippery juice forced out as he pressed his advantage, he could imagine her vagina had never before taken a cock.

Anming whimpered sweetly and awakened to pleasure. Slowly, Zach lovingly forced her slippery slit into a wide straining O of acceptance inch by straining tight inch. Watching him open Anming for his pleasure, Colby moaned and shuddered in orgasm, holding Mina tight to her breast. Her orgasm played out, Colby switched Mina to her other breast and continued masturbating.

As Anming awakened, she startled as she realized her surroundings. "My fellow wife, I'm sorry, I'm abject," she whimpered.

"Anming girl, relax! I love seeing how much you please our husband. Now do your duty," Colby told her with mock sternness. "Yes," Colby groaned, "Serve our husband. Satisfy him completely. I'm watching to make sure you do." Colby rocked with her own pleasure as she reached for her next climax.

Thus freed from some concern, a guttural animal sound of pleasure burst from Anming, "Urrrr! EEP!" Her hips jerked in pleasure as Zach held her tightly to him.

Colby said, "You let it all out, girl. You're beautiful."

Zach was lost in pleasure as the women had their dialogue. It was becoming increasingly nasty. Colby muttered, "Yeah, take that big cock, you dirty slutty theorist. There's a unified field for you."

Anming shot back, "Rut on your pleasure toy, you bitch dog of ten thousand whorehouses."

Colby said, "Oh yeah, he's getting close. Breed her, Zach. Nail her fuckin' pussy to the bed, baby! Ahh!" She was orgasming in waves on her vibrator now, more and more intensely, as she watched.

"You hah!" cried Anming, as she felt Zach reach his short strokes. "Oh my love! Take me! Use me for your sordid pleasure! AHHHHH! EEP!"

"RRRAAAAAH!" cried Zach in orgasm. He bathed Anming's insides thoroughly with hot semen.

"Ooh, baby!" Colby cried, shaking in a final long orgasm on her vibrator.

"WAAAAAH!" cried baby Mina, who'd had enough of the cries of everybody orgasming. Luckily, Mina was placated with a teat, and all soon returned to a restful quiet.

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And so the days progressed, with Zach now sleeping at night with both Anming and Colby. He moved a third bed into the room so there was plenty of room for everybody. Mina soon fell in love with Auntie Anming, giving Colby welcome respite. Anming being right there at night, Zach was hornier. During each of Mina's nighttime feedings, he would almost always put a load into Anming. Colby would watch and masturbate, or if she was feeling tired, face the other way and doze.

Anming complained constantly to Colby that Zach was beating her womb to a pulp. Despite this, she seemed more relaxed and happy than at any time in recent memory. She continued to spend her watch with Michaela in the bubble. Her recreation and sleep time she spent happily with Colby and Mina. Zach made a mental note. Despite her solitary nature, Anming should never sleep alone. At least, she shouldn't until her rape was only a distant memory.

Zach continued to check in on Berte and Aanya daily. Both women were, apparently strong, happy, and pain free, but both were recovering slowly from their births. Aanya's labor had been long and hard, so no surprise there. Berte's slow recovery was more perplexing.

Zach continued to wake up Charisse with sex every afternoon at 2 PM. Charisse was insatiable, and usually wanted it several times upon awakening.

It was everything Zach could do to muster a nice hard ride for Khushi at their regular breakfast/dinner at 4 PM. She usually got one nice long railing as she nursed and orgasmed, which suited her well.

Not wanting to lose touch, Zach and Colleen got together for sex and conversation every other evening or so. He didn't press her on the Anming issue. Clearly she had more than enough critical concerns.

This routine continued for about a week until Wednesday Ares 25, when all hell broke loose. Zach and Charisse were resting in post-coital bliss together. He had awakened her in her favorite way and nutted in her. She told him how horny she was feeling and how she felt like going and going. Then she started having labor pains, hard, regular labor pains. She'd had a couple of false starts, but there was hardly any doubt this time that she was in labor.

A few hours into Charisse's labor, Berte fell gravely ill with flu-like symptoms. Zach turned Charisse over to Ayana so he could look after Berte.

Upon imaging Berte's uterus, Zach confirmed his diagnosis of Postpartum Endometritus. This is when some placental tissue is left in the uterus and becomes infected. There was no fooling around with this. He started Berte on IV antibiotics immediately. Sadly, this affected baby Anna's digestion, but everyone's digestion would improve once the series was complete. As a result, the ship suffered its first bout of truly stinky diapers. It was a small price to pay for Berte's healthy and speedy recovery.

Colette sat with Berte, ready to alert Zach to any changes. Zach returned to look in on Charisse's labor. It was progressing wonderfully well. Ayana was happy to remain available and sit with Charisse.

Zach was just in time for his meal with Khushi. Before they even started preparing the meal, Zach bent her over the table and had her passionately. "What is going on with you, my premee ladaka?" Khushi grunted as he took her enthusiastically from behind. His hands roved, enjoying her ass, her breasts. In response, her milk shot into baby Aaron's mouth as fast as he could drink it.

After a groaning, forceful orgasm where he overflowed her creamy cunny with his seed, he sighed. "Charisse has gone into labor," he told her. "Berte has fallen ill, but we know why, and she's on the mend. That's since 2 PM."

Khushi chuckled, "I'm surprised you were able to make it here."

"I had to. I needed to," said Zach, roving his hands on her luscious curves under her sari. "This is being so good for me," he moaned, and started up in her a second time.

"What, did you not finish in Charisse?" Khushi asked. Zach startled. "Yes, I know your visiting schedule thoroughly, my big rutting bailon. All pent up?"

"Only once," he moaned. He couldn't keep a secret while enjoying Khushi's tight vaginal embrace.

"With you like this, no wonder she started labor," Khushi giggled. Zach, her excited breeding oxen, relentlessly churned his first offering out of her onto the galley deck, preparing to fill her with another. She gritted her teeth and orgasmed as baby Aaron enthusiastically suckled to keep up with her squirting teat. It seemed Charisse's loss was her gain. She'd take it all gladly. She was so happy Ayana had relented. She was in heaven.

Eventually, Zach was reasonably sated and Khushi was a limp rag. Baby Aaron was all full of milk and dead asleep. She staggered back to her quarters for a good long nap. She put a clean dish towel in her panties so she didn't drip all over the deck on the way.

Zach called Colleen. "Berte has had a complication, but she's getting IV antibiotics now, and she'll be fine."

"Yes, I heard," she said. "Thank you Zach."

"Charisse is in labor," said Zach. "Everything is progressing normally."

"I'm aware," said Colleen. "Why are you calling, Zach?" She always had his number.

"I want you this evening," said Zach.

"You know I've been very busy," said Colleen. "We saw each other just a few evenings ago. It's not that I don't want you, Zach, I always do. I haven't been seeing anyone else either, this past while, in case you were feeling jealous. It's just that I'm so busy."

"You need to relax," said Zach.

"I understand," said Colleen. "The insatiable Charisse is suddenly off the table. Ergo, it's time for me to serve it up and take her creampies."

"Not all of them," Zach demurred. "But you really do need to relax."

"I sleep to relax," said Colleen. "I read a good book. When I want more pleasure than my body can contain and get slightly crippled in the process, I see you. Different categories."

"Thanks for the positive review," said Zach. "Please?"

"Very well," said Colleen. "My quarters, 2200."

"Every evening?" begged Zach.

"You savage," she said, and sighed heavily. "Very well. On one condition."

"Anything," Zach promised.

"You finish me off every evening with a nice hard ass pounding. Put your hot juice deep in my rectum." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "Make me your anal slave bitch."

"Done!"

"Yes, and say the usual things," panted Colleen.

"Like, how you're my dirty little cum dump?" asked Zach. "How you're made just for sheathing my dick?"

"Yeahhh..." Colleen breathed urgently.

Since Colby and Anming had each other to sleep with, he arranged to sleep with Berte. He wanted to stay close for a couple of days in case there were any complications.

That evening, just as Zach's semen was boiling in his first bout atop Colleen, his phone beeped. He finished in short order, "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! RAAAAH!"

Colleen, resting on her side underneath him, finished together, "Hah! Oh yeah Zach! Uuh! Uuh! Uuh! Uuh! AWWWWW! Hah! Ohfuck! Ohgod!" She always forgot how magnificent it was for him to cum hard and deep into her cunt. Lately it felt like he was getting even deeper. In the stillness, she felt her baby dancing in excitement and pleasure.

Zach looked at his phone and saw Charisse had given birth to a healthy baby girl, seven pounds, six ounces. He dressed and promised Colleen to return for her anal. He sped off to see the new mom and baby.

The baby was lively and healthy, and scored 10 on her Apgars. Charisse was beaming. Baby was suckling well. Ayana handed off to him. Charisse was thinking of the name Vrishika. She considered the prettiest sounding Martian month that wasn't already taken. Alexis was happy to stay the night with Charisse so Zach could attend to Berte. She had instructions to call Zach if anything came up.

When Zach got back to Colleen, he found her under her blanket. Her vibrator was whirring on high. She was shaking, panting, grimacing, and red-faced. When he pulled back her covers, he found she had inserted a butt plug. He rocked it out while she continued to vibe herself and orgasm. He pushed into her anal canal, firmly straightening it.

For Colleen, this was about surrender and subjugation, giving up the control she normally was called upon to assert. It brought her back to her undergrad and midshipman days. Then, she was often some instructor's or upper classmate's sex toy. But always her ass or mouth. She saved her vagina for her eighteenth birthday. She used to tape it shut with medical tape. Since she'd grown out her bush for Zach, she'd given up that kink for the time being. She missed it.

Zach cried, "Sweetheart, take it, take it deep!" He unloaded into her rectum.

Colleen whimpered and shook in orgasm with him. Nobody could give a good hard ass fucking like Zach. So intensely satisfying. "Totally worth being your spillover bitch every evening," Colleen moaned in pleasure. "I'm going to fall behind in my book club, though." She grimaced.

His commitment to Colleen discharged, balls thoroughly drained, Zach showered then lay down gently beside Berte. Mother and baby were both asleep. He was careful enough not to rouse them.