Chapter 209

Jeff and his wives had just gotten out of the shower. He had bent over to dry his foot when Arlene intentionally bumped the back of his knee, causing him to stagger. He snapped his towel at her as she squealed and ran out of the shower area. When he caught up with her near the bed, she sang out, "Wait. Wait. I need to ask you something before I forget. Did you let the Sergeant know that I would be there in the morning for training?"

"Yep," he responded as he stopped a few feet away with a predatory grin.

She ignored the look, desperately holding back a giggle. "What did he say?"

Joyce let out a chuckle as she sat on the bed to rub lotion on her feet. "What do you think he said?" Deepening her voice, "Uh, no Colonel, I refuse to have her in my class."

Arlene grabbed up a pillow and tossed it at her sister-wife. "You know what I mean," she said to her husband, as Joyce stuck her tongue out at her.

"He'll be waiting for you at seven when Kayla and Art go in."

"I guess I need to start running with you in the mornings, huh?" the young wife asked, unenthusiastically. "Running on the treadmill is one thing, but I'm sure that in the cold and on that mountain road at four in the morning, running is something altogether different."

Jeff grabbed her and threw her on the bed beside a laughing Joyce. "Running on the treadmill will give you stamina, but you'll need more than that when the Sergeant puts you on that trail through the woods. Running on uneven ground in the snow will be different – a lot different."

"But we're going to learn about the helmets, camouflage and pulse rifles first, aren't we?" she worried as she pushed up on her elbows to look at him.

Kayla came into the bedroom from the shower. Standing nude like the rest of them as she finished drying off, she looked at her young sister-wife. "Sarge let us slide yesterday, but he said we would do the regular calisthenics tomorrow. I suspect that as soon as they have you fitted for fatigues and boots, we'll do our run and the rest of the calisthenics." She let out a sick chuckle before finishing with, "It makes sitting in a classroom seem a lot more appealing."

"Oh, crap," Arlene whined. "I knew I should have been exercising more. Tomorrow is going to hurt."

"Yep, it is, Number One," the Prime laughed as he mock dived between her legs, his mouth soon finding her pussy. She didn't put forth much effort in trying to get away.

Diana walked by, fully dressed again. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Jeff raised his face from Arlene's pussy to look at his Queen. "What? Where're you going so late?"

"I think that Hope and I need to have another chat."

Jeff rose up a little more to stare at his mate, a question on his face.

Diana shrugged. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Save some for me."

"Always, Babe," he responded just before Arlene grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back to her pussy.

Smiling about her impatient daughter, the Queen turned and left their bedroom. In the sitting room of the suite, she picked up a phone and walked out into the hallway with it.

A little earlier, a few suites down the hall, Hope had returned from taking Sugar outside. After their nightly playtime, Hope turned out the lights. Sugar was quick to curl up on the pillow beside her mistress' head. As the puppy drifted off to sleep, the almost sixteen-year-old girl lay there thinking, the only illumination the nightlight across the room. After a couple of minutes, a smile touched her face as she fully realized that she was happy here – really and truly happy.

Jeff and Diana, heck, just about everyone here, has assured me this might very well be the safest place on Earth. We have an elite security force protecting us, not to even mention Jeff's team or the General's other people, and we have an unimaginably powerful starship that has proven she will protect Jeff and ... by association, us too. Jeff says there are extremely advanced off-world weapons on the mountain peaks that will take down any plane or missile that needs to be destroyed, or any force trying to come in on foot.

He says the General is having that scumbag, so-called diplomat watched and as soon as they can, they're going to ... eliminate him. I wish I could be there to see it. After all the things he did to me, I would love to watch him die. I think I could stick a knife into him, if Jeff would allow it, but I know he won't let me go with him.

Her smile broadened as she thought about recent happenings. I had so much fun today. The sketch turned out better than I expected. Bobby and Sandra seemed to like it, and Art ... well, I thought he was exaggerating at first, but after a while, I realized he was serious. He really did like my drawing. And his comments about my needing to be in the picture ... Does he want me for a wife? Could I ever be his wife? Why would he want me? My boobs aren't as big as Sandra's and Bobby's, but they're growing every day. I caught him glancing at them while we were sitting in the suite. Does he think I'm pretty?

Without at first realizing it, her hand had begun a gentle teasing of her clit through her panties as she continued to think of Art and her day. He's cute and he surely does fill out his shirt. It felt good to lean against his chest when I sat in his lap and kissed him. Her mind drifted for a moment as she imagined straddling Art and sitting on his cock. I wonder how big it is. Her hand stopped for a moment as a different thought came to her. My gosh, that's the first time I've even thought about maybe wanting to do it since my asshole father began whoring me out to those evil men. When he first fucked me, it wasn't so bad, although I didn't really want to. But I hated it when those men fucked me, or when my father forced me to have sex with him later on. (She refused to think of him as Daddy.) He was okay when we first started, but after he began selling me, he just fucked me or made me suck him. He didn't care whether I liked it or not. But Art is so nice to Bobby and Sandra, and they obviously love to have sex with him. Her hand slipped inside her panties. Hmmm, I wonder what it would be like with him.

Bobby and Sandra both say it's wonderful beyond words. When I asked about orgasms, Bobby just said Art was an Alpha, as if that was explanation enough. They acted like I was welcome today, not just to share their day, but to ... be with Art, too. They let me kiss him, and I surely didn't plan to, but it just seemed right, somehow. Her fingers changed from circling her clit to an occasional gentle touching. When he kissed me, I wanted him to touch my boobs. I hated it when those men pawed me, but I wanted Art's hands on me sooo bad. I wish he had touched me there. I did manage to push a breast against his chest a little bit while I sat in his lap. I swear I almost came from kissing him. Sex must be wonderful with him.

Hope's fingers picked up speed, and the touches on her clit became firmer. Occasionally, her hips rose off the bed. I hated those bastards when they fucked me – especially that diplomat. He loved to hurt me, but at least he didn't kill me like I heard him talking about that other girl. I hated it even more when I occasionally had an orgasm while that beast, or one of the others, was inside me. Having a real orgasm for them was even more humiliating than having to fuck them, or pretend I was having an orgasm. I quit masturbating after that ass of a father of mine started taking me to those men. Since Jeff and Diana brought me out here, I've done it a few times, but being around Art today, though... Her hips arched off the bed again as her memory of the young agent came into sharp focus. Now, I'm excited – really excited. Her fingers flew across her clit and she sucked in a breath, imagining Art pushing his cock up her. Her moan as her release seized her startled Sugar out of her sleep for a moment. The puppy stood, turned around twice before plopping back down on the pillow, sighing, then returned to sleep.

Hope lay there as aftershocks of her orgasm gradually dissipated. It had been the longest and strongest orgasm she had ever had. I need a serious talk with Sandra and Bobby. But Diana says I should go for it. Do I dare? Art already has two wives. Does he think I'm too young? I'll be sixteen in a few more days. There isn't that much difference in our ages. Diana says that Little One has told Jeff that we'll live a very long time, so a few years between my age and Art's shouldn't make any difference. Bobby and Sandra pushed us together today. All the Alphas here have multiple mates. Would Bobby and Sandra let me join them? Does Art really want me? Do I want to be his mate – want to marry him?

Then it hit. What am I thinking? I'm a whore. No way would Art want me. I'm used merchandise. He was just being nice to me today. Even if he somehow fell for me, every time he started to make love to me, he would think about all those men fucking me. No way could he stand that. Why did my father make a whore out of me? I hope that bastard rots in Hell.

Tears washed from her eyes as her good mood evaporated. I'll never have a decent man. No good man would want to stick his cock where all those assholes have already put theirs. The tears continued.

The phone jarred her awake just as she began to drift off. Groggy, worried, she sat partway up to grab for the phone, knocking it out of its charging cradle. "Hello," she mumbled when she managed to turn the instrument on and put it to her ear.

"Sorry. I was hoping I would catch you before you went to sleep," Diana said. Before Hope could answer, the Queen went on. "I think we need to talk. Is it all right if I come in? I'm standing just outside the door of your suite."

"Uh, sure," Hope blurted, worried that something was badly wrong. "I'll be right there."

Dropping the phone on the bed, she shot to her feet, turned the lights on, grabbed a robe, and hurried into the sitting room. Flipping the light switch while running a hand through her tousled hair, she snatched the door open. "What's wrong?" she blurted.

Diana, seeing what her late phone call and unannounced visit had caused, stepped inside shaking her head. "No. No. Nothing like that. I just noticed something, or thought I did, and the more I thought about it, the more sure I became that we should talk and not put it off."

"But ... everything is fine?" Hope started.

"Everything is just fine," the Queen assured her as she reached to take the teenager's hands. "Let's sit and maybe have something to drink while we chat."

"Oh, sorry," Hope gushed out. "I didn't even offer you a seat. Please sit. What would you like to drink?"

"Anything at all."

"Water?"

"That sounds nice," Diana responded as she sat on the couch.

Hope took two bottles of water out of the refrigerator, handed one to Diana, and sat in a chair.

"No," the Queen said, quietly patting the couch beside her. "Sit here with me, please."

Hope changed seats, sitting where Diana indicated. "You sure there's nothing wrong?" the teenager questioned again, still wondering.

"Stop worrying. It's just something I noticed, or thought I noticed, when we were all in Art's suite. I saw something cross your face when you looked at Art, and well, it keyed something within me. I may be wrong, but..." Diana took a breath, hoping she wasn't going to make things worse. "Oh, Baby, I don't want you to take any of this in the wrong way. I love you. We all do. But this is a ... delicate subject. Seeing the expression on your face, well, if I'm wrong, it will just be a little embarrassing for both of us, but if I'm right, this could be very important to you."

Hope unscrewed the top from her water, but paused before taking a sip. She had never seen Diana hesitant about anything. She always knew what to do. "Di, there's nothing wrong with me. I'm happy – really happy – for the first time in a long while."

"I was wrong," Diana blurted. "I wanted you to marry Jeff, to become one of my sister-wives. Jeff assured me he loved you, but that you weren't to be his mate, but rather, Art's. I didn't agree, but nevertheless, I came to you and we had our girl talk."

Diana paused to take a sip before smiling at her. "Seeing the four of you together when Jeff and I came to look at the portrait completely changed my mind. I'm now certain that my husband was right. Oh, don't get me wrong, I think we would have gotten along fabulously as sister-wives, but it would not have been the right thing to do. Unless I'm totally wrong – and I surely don't think I am – there is already a bond forming between you guys." The Queen hesitated for a second. "Let me rephrase that. I'm totally sure there is a bond already there. It will continue to grow, but it's already strong. I don't know how to explain it, but I could feel it when you looked at Art, just as I can feel the bond between Jeff and my sister-wives, or the bonds between any of the Alpha's and their mates. Jeff says it's part of being a clan Queen. Whatever, but I assure you, it's real."