Chapter 8

Holly and I neck a lot. She somehow needs a lot of tenderness, and I am happy to oblige her. Life is rough here, and it sounds like her home world, Cassandra, is not a paradise either. After we kissed for a while and did some caressing, we went to our bedroom, and I made love to her from behind. It is better for her this way. I’m long enough that it’s not a real issue for her and the baby.

My favorite position for pregnant women, down through the years, was this one. The woman lays sideways on the bed, knees bent. I could slide in from behind, hold her, and slowly enter her. When I want to cum, or get her to cum, I pet her breasts tenderly, and we both enjoy her washing machine action on our organs.

Holly makes the evening meal, and then I port back to the homestead. Sometimes, I stay the night; on others, I go home after she falls asleep.

Riley and Laura are also both preggers now. They got pregnant within days of Holly. The difference is that Riley and Laura feed off of each other emotions. Boy, do they get emotional? If one has tired feet, so does the other. If one has back aches and wants a massage, so does the other. If one is crabby and argumentative, SO IS THE OTHER.

To get me out of the house, I spend much of the wet season putting in new grapevines. I have large bags of fish meal, lime, and a generic dry fertilizer in null. The fertilizer is a time-release fertilizer that lasts years. By then, we should have the soil in fair shape.

I’ve put in 250 meters of new grapevine further down along the stream. I used a unique enzyme mixture to stimulate fast root growth. It did require we water daily for the first week. Then, water every three days afterward for ten more weeks. Sarah and I did all that work. Riley and Laura were useless whiny bitches, understandably because I am such a mean man.

Sarah soon talked me into turning off her baby-making apparatus. After that, Sarah serviced me several times a day away from the other two. With the two bitchy pregnant women being a real pain and reclusive, I took solace in Sarah’s hot love. I love her luscious young body and youthful spirit. She is insatiable and happy. I could bend her over a sack of grain, or I could lay in the straw as she rode me hard.

One day, I had to go to town and found that a woman had left word with Holly that she needed me to stop by at my convenience.

I went to her house, a nice prominent place. I knocked on the door. I heard a lot of high-pitched voices and feet pounding. Someone came near the door, and the door was cracked, and somebody was peeking out.

I said, “Mrs. Emma Burns?”

“The teen girl opened the door and said, that’s my mum; she will be here soon. She is finishing Cali’s diaper.”

I looked behind her; there were girls of all ages whispering and moving about. There are a *lot” of girls in this house.

She showed me in and I sat on a chair in the sitting room as I waited. I looked around, and it was one big-ass house. Eventually, a woman came in briskly.

She held out her hand. “I’m Emma Burns. I have a few problems I hope you can help me with.”

I said, “OK, what’s the worst?”

She said, “Shit Worms.”

I said, “Uhhh? I have heard of shitheads, shit storms, and shit starters; I’ve never heard of shit worms.”

She said, “Ugh. Well, shit worms live in shit. Somehow, our outhouse got infected with them. People call them Shit Worms. They are really a type of eel that lives in nasty swamps and other icky places.”

I said, “What do you want me to do? I’m not really a pest remover.”

She said, “I think you can burn them out. One of the bystanders of Walter’s final moments saw you use a hot white fire to burn a hole through Walters’s empty head.”

She said, “Then if you can, I would like you to try to cure my girls. They have all been bit by the Shit Worms. I don’t want them to get an infection.

“I said, How many are affected?”

“Eleven.”

I said, “11 girls? Crap!”

After a pause, I said, “First things first. I need to see the outhouse so I can try to get rid of the source of the infection, and then I will see about treating your girls. Take me to the outhouse, please.”

“Follow me.” I thought I’d follow that ass anywhere, she has a broad set of hips, and she knows how to move them to catch a man’s eye.

The outhouse is a three-hole facility. The family that shits together... - gross.

I told everyone to leave. Inside, with the outer door shut, I pulled out an air mask. I put on a 1-liter air bottle. Then, I put a clamp over my nostrils. Finally, I put on goggles. It’s fixing to get gross in here.

I used a heavy-duty wand to open the rightmost lid and started to burn some serious shit with plasma. I closed that lid and went to the next hole. Then I did the last hole. I opened all the lids and carefully looked in. I did one last blast from one end to the other. All I saw was brown dust blowing around as I left.

When I came out, Emma was waiting there. I pointed for her to go back inside.

I called up a 50-meter-an-hour wind to blow the dust off. I rotated in the wind, so it was more effective. I stashed the air bottle, nose clamp, and goggles back in null. That’s when I saw Emma watching me from a window with her eyes wide open and her mouth too.

I smiled at her and blew her a kiss. Then I winked. I knew she wanted me. Then, I performed two different self-cleaning spells.

At the back door, I rapped two times loudly before opening and entering.

Emma was right there, “Is it done? Are the worms dead?”

I said, “The worms in the outhouse are. I have no idea what the source of the worms is.”

She said, “I’m sure it came from Dotty, a neighbor girl that visits. She complained to Kerrie, my daughter. She says Dotty has lots of bite marks on her bottom.”

I said, “It sounds like Dotty needs to be banned from here and your outhouse.”

She said, “That’s probably a good idea.”

I said, “So, I need to see one of your afflicted girls. Are they all girls?”

She said, “Yes, 11 girls have it. Cali is in diapers, and I always use my thunder box.”

“Thunder Box?”

She said, “Follow me; it’s easier if I just show you.”

I followed her roiling ass cheeks again. The naughty woman was teasing me.

We ended up in what had to be the master bedroom. She walked over to a door and opened it. I put my arm around her lightly as I twisted to see. It’s a small closet, and there’s a half-meter square, cube-shaped cabinet on the floor. She lifted the top up, and I saw a chamber pot inside. It has a door in front for removing the pot for dumping.

She smiled, “This is my one luxury, not walking out in a heavy rain to take a pee.”

I said, “Madam, please, you are putting naughty visions in my mind.”

She smiled, “Rumor has it, you’re good with naughty things. Is it the thought of me sitting, with my legs open, or me running in a thin, wet nightdress in the rain?”

I smiled back and said, “Either would do, though I would NEVER tell. A gentleman keeps his own council.”

As we left the room, I ran my hand up and down her splendid ass and squeezed it several times. I sensed her desire for me. Hubby must be away for a long time.

We entered the sitting room. A servant brought us tea and a few cookies.

I said, “I will need a room away from the other girls so I can examine them one at a time, and privately. You’re welcome to stay with each girl for proprieties sake.”

She said, “Does it have to be away from the other girls?”

“Yes. We don’t want a bunch of lallygagging, giggling, and constant interruptions. I need to examine and treat each girl without intrusion. Eleven girls would be one big, long interruption. I don’t even know what I am contending with at this time.”

We nibbled the cookies and drank the tea. I saw her glance down at my crotch more than once. We finished our refreshments, and she took me to a long, narrow room. I happened to caress her plump bum a few times in the little room. She accidentally brushed her nipples and later her entire pair of substantial tits against me.

She said, “This is the room we use for ironing clothes. Will it do?”

I said, “It’s perfect. Leave me in here for a bit and I will get set up. Bring me the first girl, and I will get started.” Of course, she had to rub her whole body on me when she went by to get the first girl.

She finally left, and I pulled a fold-up gurney with wheels from my null medical room. I pulled through a lot of things I might need and set them up on the table she has for folding clothes. I stopped and thought over what I needed to do in my mind. I added a couple of items, and I was ready.

Emma knocked and opened the door. “You’ve been busy.”

I said, “Is my first patient ready?”

Emma said, “Angela is first, she’s 17.”

The girl came in. I pointed to the gurney and said, “Angela, please get on the table, hon, and situate yourself so I can see the affected area. Let me know where the bite is.”

She did as I asked. She got on the table with her shift, pulled up to her armpits, and pointed right to her right labia majora. I raised the gurney to just over one meter high. I spelled a glow ball and set it right where I needed it. I put on a mask and gloves and pushed a medical loupe to my right eye. I got up close and personal with Angela’s vagina.

I spread her labia apart with my left hand while I prodded gently with the other. I did not like what I saw. I got closer and saw what looked like a single fang mark. That’s not good. I spelled her to sleep.

Emma said, “What just happened?”

“I put her to sleep. I need to get in deeper. I fear this is much more than a simple bite. I think shit worms stick something inside when they bite. I need to open up the bite and look inside the wound better. While sleeping, she won’t feel any pain as I open the fang bite and treat her.”

Emma said, “Oh no, the poor dear. It’s right next to her cute little pussy too. I guess if you have to. Are you looking for a wife, by chance?”

“I said, “I know. It’s a cute one. Sorry about the wife idea, but I am caring already for five women.”

It was very cute, except for the bite which is off-putting.

I pulled out the gurney left leg support and shifted that leg over. I got in between her left leg, close to the bite area. I picked up my thinnest Scalpel and a Freer Elevator. The Freer Elevator is just something to push and prod with. I needed to push the flesh some to make my incision. I cut in shallowly. Using several shallow cuts, one on top of the previous, until I just saw an egg sack; it looked removable. I readjusted my medical loupe.

I considered using small forceps but worried it might pinch the sack, and a tiny egg may be left behind.

I pulled a mechanical suction device from null and cocked it. I used the Freer Elevator to hold the incision open. I pressed the tool’s tube over the incision and triggered the device. I heard the rapid sucking sound I expected as it slurped up the sack with great power. When I looked inside the incision up close, it was quite clear.

I used a mechanical squirt bottle to spray an antibacterial on the incision.

She asked, “What is that stuff?”

“It’s an antiseptic to kill the dirty bugs that may cause infections. They are so small you cannot see them.”

I knew the antibacterial was effective. This was also a bit of theatrics so that she would think I was a miracle worker. You can’t see magic, hence the use of the antibacterial. I used a sub-audible spell to clean her incision magically. It’s a spell that disinfects absolutely.