Teach Me to Fight!
Copyright© 2025 by Allan Joyal
Chapter 4: Arrival on the Princess Victoria
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Arrival on the Princess Victoria - The announcement of the coming of the Sa'arm appeared to break Jason Charles wife. She went from being his partner and fellow teacher to a screaming harridan who insisted that her qualifying score had made her a perfect catch for the right man. Jason's refusal to buckle under her increasingly dictatorial rule had sent him to the guest room and park to hide from her tantrums. But then he was sitting in a gym at a Basketball Camp and space marines showed up. Adventure awaited.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Science Fiction Harem Exhibitionism First Facial Teacher/Student
We appeared in a large empty chamber, but as we watched, armored marines boiled out of two passages and formed a line facing the pad we were standing on. “Move past us and find a quiet spot in the rear of the room!” one of them ordered.
The girls were all standing frozen staring at the stingers in the hands of the marines. I pushed past Vicki and Buffy and started walking forward. As I did I felt a hand slip around my right arm. I looked down to find the Japanese girl smiling at me as we walked past the marines. The others quickly followed and soon I was looking for a clear spot to sit.
Lisa noticed my scanning. “By the wall,” she suggested pointing towards a corner near the passage that had disgorged the marines. I led the girls there and we sat down against the wall.
“This is going to sound a bit strange, but I just realized that I only know the names for Lisa, Vicki and Buffy, and I haven’t seen a single CAP card,” I told them.
All the girls giggled at this and the Japanese girl gave me a kiss on the lips. “I’m Kukiko,” she said confidently. “Thanks for accepting me.”
The blond girl shook her head. “God! How could I forget that? I’m Elayne.”
I smiled. “Great. Well, I guess I should do the introductions all around.”
I put a hand on Buffy’s head. “This is Buffy. I know it’s a terrible name to give a girl. Her parents must have been sadists.”
Buffy giggled. “No, my parents met at some sorority mixer and my mother thought it would be cute to give me a name everyone expects sorority coeds to have. Muffy and Bunny were a bit too ‘lower class’, so she named me Buffy.”
Vicki giggled at that so I pointed at her. “And leading the giggle brigade is Vicki, former star cheerleader from our host school.”
The girl flipped her ponytail. “I could still be a cheerleader, only now I support the Jason Charles team.”
“Oops,” I said. “I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Jason Charles. Yesterday I was a social studies teacher enjoying the summer off. Today I find myself sitting in this ship and wondering what is going to happen.”
Talking was slowly becoming more difficult as more and more people passed through the teleport and ducked through the marine defense line. One of the marines was using some kind of voice amplification and his booming calls for everyone to move quickly past his defense line and sit down kept all other conversations to a near whisper. I ignored the panic of others and returned my sights to the five women sitting next to me.
“Let’s go on,” I said pointing to Elayne. “Next is Elayne. Who did an interesting job petitioning me for a concubine position. Unfortunately, any test drive got interrupted.”
Elayne nodded. “True, but I know the rules. I jumped up on a table and was watching you as you talked to the first two ladies here,” she said pointing at Lisa and Kukiko. “When I saw that you weren’t forcing them to degrade themselves and actually offered them some respect despite the power a pickup gave to you, I decided to take a chance. I’ll do anything you ask. I just wanted to belong to someone who wouldn’t see me as a sex toy.”
Kukiko surprised me by commenting. “You sure look like one.” She had a look of restrained lust in her eyes and I smiled.
“You like girls, Kukiko?” I asked her.
The girl blushed all the way to her breasts. There was a moment of silence and then she looked right at me. “Yes. Even if that means you will get rid of me, I won’t lie to you.”
I could see Lisa suppressing a giggle as I smiled. I let my quintet of girls ponder that for a moment and then shook my head. “Why would I get rid of you as a concubine for that? Are you telling me you’ll never give me another blowjob? Or that you didn’t enjoy giving me the one back at the hall?”
Buffy gasped, as Kukiko’s blush spread further down her body. I thought she was going to faint from all the blood flowing away from her brain, but she took a deep breath and looked at me again. “I don’t know how you think about concubines or what you expect. As for the blowjob, I came when your sperm was coating my throat and I want to do that again. But that was the first time I had ever touched a man.”
I nodded at her, but moved on to look at Lisa. “And finally we have Lisa, the adult woman with the peek-a-boo hairstyle. I love that by the way.”
Lisa gasped herself and looked at everyone. Finally, she sighed and reached up to put her hand under the fall of hair that covered her face. “I hope you still do after I show you this,” she whispered. Before I could react, she lifted her hand and pushed the hair away revealing the hidden side of her face.
Vicki and Elayne both gave cries of horror and I sucked my breath in as I saw what Lisa had been hiding. She had a black patch covering her eye socket. A massive pale white scar started at her hairline and stretched downward until the lower end just touched her lips. Where it came out from under the patch, it was half an inch wide and jagged. There were additional scars on her cheek that looked like someone had attempted to carve some initials there with a knife, but time and some makeup made it impossible to make out. Her hair also showed signs of whatever had created the scars as the underside of the hair had also concealed a lock of white hairs that grew where the scar vanished.
Buffy was the first to speak. “My god.”
Lisa gave a shy smiled, but her good eye was full of fear. “I was attending college to study film. One night I was walking home. The campus has a good reputation, but as I passed one of the bars just off campus, I was attacked. No one ever figured out how many attacked me. The men dragged me into a thicket on the edge of campus and then began raping me. When they finally grew tired, one decided to mark me. The doctors said he used a knife to remove my eye and then cut my face leaving the scar. I was in the hospital for two weeks while the doctors did what they could to patch my face and stop the infections. When I returned home, my boyfriend tried to add his own carvings during a drunken rage. Since then, I have avoided allowing anyone to see what had been done to me.”
There were tears in her eyes and I gathered her into my arms. Her hand fell and gripped my back tightly. I could feel her shaking in fear. “Lisa,” I said softly. “Please, trust me. I won’t ever do that to you.”
Lisa nodded into my shoulder. She faintly sobbed and then I heard her whisper. “But no man wants a concubine who looks like I do.”
“I do,” I said. “Lisa, your body is beautiful. You’ve kept yourself in shape. And as for your face, I love the hairstyle. It’s sexy. Even the scar isn’t as bad as you might think. I know that the Confederacy has technology allowing major healing, and I imagine that we can give you your eye back, but I might leave some of the scar. It shows that deep down you are a strong woman and one I’m proud to know.”
Lisa seemed about to push away from me in refusal, but the two of us found four more pairs of arms joining us in a surprisingly loving hug. My other concubines had joined us and held us quietly as we waited for the chaos to quiet down.
We were still in that position when the lead marine shouted, “Fire!” and the sharp chirps of stinger fire cut through any conversation in the room.
The chirps were followed by several loud grunts and one shout of “Traitors to Earth!” before a second volley sang out. Silence followed. I pushed out of the hug to look back at the marine line and saw that they were standing and walking towards the transport pad.
“Sergeant, give me a report!” one of them barked out.
“Sir, some derelicts and rejects must have been alerted to the pickup by the TV broadcast. It turns out that the hall had a concealed service entrance we had missed. One of the gang of derelicts was aware of the service entrance and used it to bring weapons and men into the interdicted zone. They came in through that and fired on Private Lewis. At that point, we attempted to evacuate, but with nearly six hundred people, it took some time to clear everyone through the teleporter. The pickup was only for forty-two sponsors and we did not plan on having to move so many people that quickly,” was the response.
“Good,” the first voice, obviously of an officer spoke. “How about casualties?”