Teach Me to Fight!
Copyright© 2025 by Allan Joyal
Chapter 5: Moving on and In
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Moving on and In - 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
A few more people drifted from the middle area of the room where I could see a number of young men and women standing and sometimes touching what seemed to be a pile of naked bodies. Vicki looked that direction and I could feel her shiver.
“Yes, that looks a bit ugly,” I said in a whisper. “I have to wonder how any concubine selected after something like that can feel completely comfortable with the citizen who selected them. Were they selected because their personality is a good match with the sponsor or because they were the one who gave the best blowjob?”
There was a snort beside us. I turned to look and found the bald marine who had sat next to me in the gym standing and watching the proceedings. “Its mostly who gives the best blowjob,” he said. “But in the end, it seems to work out for most. I’ve been on pickup duty for over a year and in a month there might be one or two concubines who aren’t settled in with their sponsors. Usually less than one percent have problems.”
Lisa and Kikuko relaxed. I had my arms around Vicki. My left was resting on her shoulder, but I allowed my right hand to drift down and was soon caressing her ass.
“Oh,” she sighed. “That feels nice, but should you be doing that?”
“What is he doing?” Elayne asked. She was sitting on the other side of me and could not see where my right hand was. As she spoke, I shifted slightly, pushing Vicki’s ass up in the air and spreading her thighs.
“He’s playing with my ass,” Vicki said with a groan of pleasure. I had been prepared and the moment she finished, I slipped my index finger between her thighs and started teasing her pussy lips. Vicki gave a gasp and sagged against me.
Buffy looked over. “Vicki you slut! You can’t have just cum from a hand on your ass!”
Vicki giggled and looked at her best friend and fellow concubine. “No,” she whispered. “But a finger in my cunt can push me over the edge. Oh, master! May this concubine try to do more than serve you?”
“There’s more?” I asked with a smile.
“Yes,” Vicki sighed as she put her hands on my ears and turned my head to face hers. Before I could say another word, she was kissing me. It was a hard passionate kiss and I soon had a feeling that she was trying to put all her hopes and dreams into the kiss. She held the liplock for what felt like an eternity before releasing me and putting her head on my shoulder. “I want to love you,” she whispered into my ear as her head settled on my shoulder.
She gave me a last kiss before she slipped from my arms and turned to hug Buffy. After she left, I could feel a trail of tears on my shoulder drying slowly. I stared at her for a moment wondering what had just happened.
The marine who had been standing and watching the proceedings leaned down so his mouth was near my ear. “Trust me, you want to keep her,” he whispered.
I stood up so that we could step away. My concubines looked a bit surprised, but did not follow so I was able to whisper back. “What do you mean?”
The man pointed at my ex-wife. “Look at that woman and her concubines. Especially look at the eyes of her concubines. It’s not easy to see from here, but I watched the one that came over and accosted your girls. Her eyes are dead.”
“Dead?” I asked. “She was alive enough to walk over and say something.”
The marine sighed. “Like I said, I’ve been on pickup duty for a long time. It means that I help sort out pickups on Earth for about two weeks and then spend four weeks riding on the colony ship to everyone’s new home. But I return to Earth with the ship and start over again. I’ve had a ringside seat as thousands of sponsors and concubines worked out their relationships. The best ones are when the concubine gives everything to her sponsor. Your girl just offered that. That woman who walked over here is a concubine solely to escape Earth and the coming Sa’arm. She’d leave her owner in a moment if she had a chance.”
“But I thought concubines had to give everything to come along? Do some really hate what they become?” I responded in confusion.
“It’s not that simple,” the marine said. “The official rules are only that they give their bodies to their sponsors. Calling it sex slavery is pretty much what it is. And the truth is that few concubines really want to be sex slaves. Humans aren’t naturally that submissive. What the Confederacy offers is imperfect at best. There is no promise of respect, honor, or love. I can tell you that almost all of the problems come from relationships built closely to the established rules. But sometimes a sponsor bonds with his concubines on a deeper level. It’s those relationships that are the strongest and I’ll admit I rarely see an unhappy sponsor if his concubines have offered him their hearts. That’s what your concubine just offered isn’t it?”
I fought down the gasp and nodded. “But is it fair if only she offered?”
The marine laughed. “Treat them all equally and with love and you’ll have all of them make the same offers within a week. It always works out that way.”
I smiled. “I have to ask, how is it with your concubines?”
The man scowled. “I have good sex slaves. I was picked up shortly after the Average Joes Special and back then there was no one to offer advice. I made the mistake of being a bit too harsh early on. Over time I’ve built a bit of a bridge with my ladies, but that one girl of yours is already far more affectionate than mine have been since my pickup.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied. The marine shrugged. He had half-turned away and I noticed that his eyes narrowed at something happening in the room.
I turned to see a group of people standing near the teleport pad. There were three people, two men and a woman in uniforms standing and talking to the marine in charge of the pickup while a woman wearing a business suit stood by and listened. Behind them I could see what appeared to be a stream of concubines arriving through the teleport. The one thing I noticed was that the conversation appeared to center around the businesswoman. Finally, the marine nodded and turned to the assembly of people still making selections.