Chapter 4

“Commander.”

I turned from the biometric reader outside my quarters to find Kristen and her squadron of bare naked beauties headed my way. I had the guide tucked under my arm, planning to read it in the comfort of my bed rather than seated at the desk. Had they been waiting for me?

“We need to discuss something with you, sir,” she said when they arrived.

“I’m pretty tired, Kristen. Can it wait until morning?”

“I don’t think so, sir.”

Although the note she’d given me said she was no longer a member of the Armed Forces, and therefore no longer a Lt. Colonel in the Air Force, she was clearly still in command of her former aircrew. I looked among the six women then unlocked and opened the door.

“Fine, come in.”

Kristen and her squad joined me in the living room, distributing themselves on the sectional, while I sat in a comfy chair across from them.

“So, what’s so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” I asked.

“Have you opened the case yet, sir?” Kristen asked, eyeing the spiral-bound book in my hands. I noted her eager expression and upright posture. She was expectant. Maybe even a little anxious.

“Why do you ask?”

She had trouble keeping her facial expressions under control, and I realized that what I’d interpreted as anxiety was actually excitement. About what, though?

“Sir,” said Emily, the red-haired navigator. It was the first time I’d ever heard her speak. “We’ve been training for this mission for years.”

“Years, sir,” Alli confirmed.

“Really?”

“Yes, sir.”

That surprised me. For some reason, I assumed they’d been handed their orders shortly before takeoff.

“How long, exactly?” I inquired.

“Three and a half years, sir,” Kristen said.

“Three and a half years?” Holy shit. Then a thought occurred to me. “Wait, does that mean you know what’s going on?”

Kristen shook her head. “Not exactly, sir.”

“What does not exactly mean?”

“It means, we weren’t given specific details, sir, but our training implies certain things. Certain tasks we’re going to be expected to perform.”

I swallowed hard. “Kristen.”

“Sir?”

“I want you to tell me everything you know. What, exactly, was the mission you spent three and a half years training for?”

“To serve the Facility Commander, sir.”

“I’m not sure what that means.”

Kristen scooted closer to the edge of the sofa and rested her hands on her knees. “We have three mandates, sir. Our primary mandate is to submit to your authority. Everything else follows from that. Our second mandate is to obey your directives. If you tell us to do something, sir, we must comply. Our third mandate is to enforce your will, using all means at our disposal.”

I was stunned. “You told Stephanie that the six of you volunteered for this mission.”

“Yes, sir. We did.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re dedicated to the mission’s objective, sir.”

“Which is what?”

“The continuation of the human species, sir.”

My face slackened and I glanced at the manual in my hand. My heart thumped in my chest and my mind raced, beset by conflicting thoughts and emotions.

The dire extremity of a phrase like ‘the continuation of the human species’ wasn’t lost on me. It implied that humanity was at risk of going extinct. What the hell was going on outside the facility?

Part of me, however, couldn’t help but be drawn by the intoxicating allure of the absolute power and authority that had been bestowed upon me. It wasn’t just about these six beautiful women sitting across from me whom, Kristen just informed me, would do anything I asked of them. That power and authority extended to everyone in the facility. Everyone had to do what I told them, and, if they resisted, these six women would force their compliance.

“Tell me about your training,” I said.

Kristen shared a look with the other five women, and I noted the same excited expression on all their pretty faces.

“We’re all trained in perinatal nursing, for one, sir.”

That made perfect sense to me, based on what I now knew, but I was curious if they understood the implication and asked, “Why do you think that is?”

“We assume it means that we’ll be assisting Dr. Ainslie with the delivery of babies here in the facility, sir.”

I nodded and asked, “What other kinds of training did you receive for this mission?”

Kristen smiled. “Well, sir, we’ve also been extensively trained in the science of sexual arousal and stimulation.”

Jesus. “Stimulation?”

“Mm-hmm. Penile, scrotal, clitoral, vaginal, anal, breast, and nipple stimulation, using our hands, fingers, tongues, pussies, asses, and breasts. Our training was particularly focused on extending the male and female orgasm and maximizing sexual gratification upon release.”

“You were trained on all that?”

“Oh, yes, sir. Extensively.”

“We’re basically fluffers, sir,” Alli said.

“Fluffers?”

“We’ve been trained to keep someone continually aroused and stimulated for hours, or even days, at a time.”

Days? Alli smirked when she saw my cock begin to swell and lift from my lap.

“Kristen.”

Her eyes lifted to meet mine. “Yes, sir?”

“Is one of your mission parameters to have sex with the Facility Commander?”

“Yes it is, sir.”

“But you didn’t know ahead of time who the Facility Commander would be. Am I right about that?”

“You are, sir.”

“It could have been anyone, right? Any ugly asshole.”

She laughed. “That’s true, sir, but you’re not that.”

“Would you still have sex with me, even if you didn’t want to?”

She twisted her lips, trying not to smile too much. “Well, sir, in your case, that’s not really an issue.”

“What do you mean?”

Her eyes drifted back down to my cock and she took a deep breath. “May we speak freely, sir.”

“Of course.”

“We believe that you were selected for us, just as much as we were selected for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, even though we trained for years for this mission, we never believed we’d ever have to actually undertake it. To us, it felt like typical government contingency planning. You know, just in case.”

“Plus, the Air Force paid us to have tons of sex,” Autumn said with a laugh.

“So much sex,” Kelly agreed.

“With who?” I asked.

“Mostly with each other,” Emily said.

“There were a few guys too,” Debbie countered.

“True, but the screening process was super stringent. Plus, they always made them wear a condom.”

“Ugh,” Alli said. “I haven’t had sex without a condom in years.”

“None of us has,” Kristen said. “Anyway, we were pretty anxious when we got our orders. Not just because of what it meant for the world, but also because we knew we’d be in service to the facility’s commander for an indefinite period of time. Let’s just say, we all breathed a huge sigh of relief when we saw who they put on our plane.”

“We were actually just talking about it earlier tonight,” Kelly revealed. “We pretty much hit the jackpot with you.”

“With me?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Kristen said. “It’s not like you’re incredibly hot or a male model or anything like that.”

“Nuh-uh,” Debbie said, shaking her head.

“Gee, thanks.”

“But that doesn’t matter,” Kristen said with an amused smile. “You’ve got a nice enough body, you’re pretty darn cute, you’re obviously smart, and you seem like a genuinely nice guy.”

“And you’ve got a really nice looking cock,” Kelly said, her light brown eyes glued to it as it throbbed in my lap.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Alli agreed. “Big, but not too big. It’s perfect.” She sighed deeply and squirmed in her seat. “Fuck, I haven’t had a big dick inside me in over six months.”

“It’s been almost a year for me,” Emily said.

Kristen stood and reached between her legs. “Commander?”

A bead of precum drooled from the tip of my cock as she began to rub herself. My mouth felt dry.

“Yeah?” I croaked.

“Permission to fuck your brains out, sir.”

My heart thundered in my chest. “Yeah, okay. Permission granted.”

That night, the aircrew delivered me worlds of pleasure and sexual bliss that I never knew existed. I had no clue what to expect, but it exceeded even my wildest imaginings.

I’d never been with more than one woman before, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy all of them. One? Sure. Two? Okay, maybe. But all six? It didn’t seem possible. I was wrong. Not because I was an amazing lover or had superhuman staying power or anything like that. It was because they instructed me on exactly what to do and how to do it, and it began with learning about their bodies.

We went to the bedroom, where they all found comfortable spots and positions on the giant bed. Some lay on their backs, some bent forward on their knees, while others reclining against the headboard. Then they began to masturbate. Not fast but slowly. Sensually. They spread their labia and gently glided their fingertips along the contours of their pussies, picking up the secretions they found there then slowly swirled over their clits.

It was the most erotic display I’d ever seen. Emily made a come here motion with her finger.

“Come lay beside me,” she said, patting the bed next to her. When I did, she said, “Play with my pussy, please. Just do whatever you think would feel good.”

She lay on her back, with her knees up and her legs spread. Delicate reddish-blonde pubic hair, trimmed short, covered her mons. Her beautiful pussy was engorged, the vestibular bulbs swollen with arousal, pushing her labia apart, her erect clit emerging from beneath its hood. Her natural lubrication leaked from the bottom of her vaginal well.

I glided my hand along the inside of her thigh, letting my fingertips brush against her pussy. When I pulled her labia open and glided a finger through her slit, she smiled at me.

“That feels really nice. Keep doing that, please.”

She sounded so polite, almost formally so. Like she was ordering dinner at a restaurant. While I continued to gently tease her, she cupped her small breasts and massaged them, tweaking and teasing her nipples. Her eyelids descended, and soon she was breathing deeply.

When I used my thumb to massage her clit, she cracked her eyelids open.

“Talk to me,” she said. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m massaging your clit.”

“How?”

“With my thumb.”

“What’s it doing?”

“You’re clit?”

She giggled. “No, you’re thumb.”

“Oh. It’s kind of brushing over it.”

“What direction?”

“Um, kind of up. Maybe a little diagonally.”

“Go downward, please. Straight down over the top of my hood, like you’re petting it.”

I did, and she closed her eyes again and smiled. “Thank you. That feels really good.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now use two fingers, please. Pinch my clit between them and move it in a little circle.”

“Like this?”

She smiled again and hummed softly. “That’s nice. Thank you. Would you please go just a little more slowly?”

“Sure.”

Her lips parted and she sighed deeply. “Wow, that’s so nice. It feels really, really good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Do you want me to finger you or anything?”

“Thank you for asking. Maybe later, okay? Right now, this feels perfect. Exactly how I like it.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes.” She was quiet for a while, then said, “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Already?”

“You’re doing a really good job.”

Less than a minute later, she had an orgasm. It wasn’t earth shattering, but her legs trembled and she squeezed her breasts, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

“Please don’t stop,” she said quickly when I started to slow. “Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you. Oh god,” she said softly. “Oh god. Mm.”

Her hips twitched beneath my touch, and her pussy was so unbelievably wet I could hardly believe it. I was transfixed by her reactions, her facial contortions, and her soft, urgent vocalizations. She moved her head slowly back and forth and pinched her nipples, squeezing them much harder than I would have thought felt good.