Imogen... Collins... stood, naked as usual, in front of the full-length mirror. She touched the shining steel collar – removable, now, as she was no longer an Indentured Servant, or a slave. Her hands moved to her heavy thighs and broad hips, stroking upwards, following the curve of her thick, if well-defined, waist, to cup and lift the heavy, pear-shaped breasts she’d hated so. Brown nipples, swollen from over a year of frequent stimulation, grew erect – over an inch long, and thick as her index finger. Her body, toned with work and regular exercise, would never be slim, but it was in the best condition she could get it. Finally, she looked down at her left hand, her wonder at the small diamond engagement ring and narrow wedding ring undiminished after a month. She tore her attention from them and turned to check on the cottage pie cooking in the little oven.
She heard the door and went to meet her... husband. Her husband! Her nipples, already erect, hardened and poked out like little cannons, and juices from her rapidly moistening pussy began to trickle down her leg. Steve Collins, once a Private in Lieutenant Andrew Whitten’s platoon during the War, now a senior and respected trainer in the Training Centre, took one look at his wife and stripped off the t-shirt, trainers and shorts which formed his uniform, to reveal his erection pointing skywards (despite having unloaded several lots of semen into IS trainees during his shift).
“Still?” she asked, eyes fixed on his cock.
“Still,” he agreed, “every time.”
She turned and bent over the back of a chair. Despite her lack of vertical inches, they were adept at joining that way to relieve their mutual, immediate, pressures, and he slid into her with a grunt she echoed. When his hands reached under her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her aching nipples she couldn’t suppress her groan of pleasure. Primed, she began to orgasm after only a few thrusts and her pussy – tight anyway, and trained with Kegel exercises – clamped down on him. That was too much for him to resist and he pumped another load of semen into her receptive pussy.
He didn’t withdraw immediately. Indeed, he remained hard, deep in her, and caressed her lovingly. “Do you think we’ve done it this time?”
She turned toward him and his cock slipped out of her. “I love you so much,” she whispered, then, louder, “I don’t know, Darling. I didn’t go for my last depo booster, but I don’t know how long the injections last. I think they vary a lot. I’ve been expecting a period for the last week.” She stretched up to kiss him, to which he responded. “It’s a dream for me, you know,” she went on. “I never expected ... I thought I’d die a virgin, let alone be married and hoping for children!”
“You’ll be a wonderful mother, just as you’re a fantastic lover, Sweetheart.” His hands found their way back to her breasts, moulding and caressing them.
She laughed. “I hated those tits until I met you! Even now, I can barely understand how you like them so much.”
He shrugged. “They’re a part of you, and I love you. Can I smell supper?”
“Of course! We’ve time for a shower, though, first.”
After their supper, Steve sat on the sofa and pulled Imogen into his lap. She snuggled there as his right hand played with her tit. “Um ... Sweetie...” he hesitated, worried about what he was going to ask.
He was going to tell her to call him Steve, but looking into her eyes, which were sparkling with mischief, refrained. “Imogen, you know Heidi ... um ... IS29/18...”
“Of course! I’m in and out of the Training Centre nearly as much as you. She’s beautiful.”
“Not more beautiful than you, Darling. Well ... it seems her husband ... ex-husband ... is showing no interest in claiming her. Of course, there’s a small matter of a five-figure bill for her stay, which he’s not willing to pay in full. I think the Committee will get some money out of him, but, well, she’s got nowhere to go except Madame Anastasiya’s. There’s a place for her there, but...”
“A free-born woman working as a prostitute,” Imogen finished. “Has she nowhere else to go?”
“Her family all died in the attack on Berlin. If she hadn’t been touring with her husband at the time...”
“Oh, poor woman...” Imogen’s voice trailed off and for several seconds they were silent. She sat, head down, in his lap. “What about her husband ... ex-husband, that is?” she finished.
“He’s already dragging some other woman – a slave, at that – around with him, and has been dragging his feet about Heidi. Of course, he’s got no legal responsibility under the old contract. If we’d admitted her a couple of weeks later, he’d have been responsible for her keep.”
They were silent again and Imogen did her best to become one with her husband, who slowly became aware she was shaking.
“Darling? What’s wrong?”
“I should ... I’ve been so lucky, and...” she slipped off his lap and knelt, head down in front of him. “Master, we should invite her to live with us.”
He reached forward and gently lifted her face to look at him. Tears streaked her cheeks, and he wiped them away with his thumb. “Darling, you are not responsible for...”
Her expression hardened, and she responded, “Yes, I am. But I am scared – she’s so beautiful.”
“Wife!” His voice, sharp with command, shocked her. “Imogen, my love...” he went on, gently as her eyes met his, “I do not wish to replace you. You are ... like a missing piece of me, and if I lost you, well, I don’t like to think of it. If you’re worried, I won’t suggest it.”
“No, Master. Others – Ksenia Sutherland, Dorothy Whitten – have shared their husbands. Can I do less?”
“We’ve only been married a month, Dear...”
“But we’ve been together over a year, now. I trust you, Master.”
“Then, tomorrow, before you go to work in the laundry – it is the laundry tomorrow?” Imogen nodded, “Then come to the Centre and talk to Heidi. You invite her, if you agree. Then talk to the Major.” Another pause, “No collar, Imogen, and a dress. You are a free woman, a married woman, interviewing a possible servant.”
Imogen stared at him, wide-eyed. He stood and held out his hand to her. “Come on; it’s a bit early, but I want to make love to my wife and get some sleep.” She took his hand and followed him into the bedroom.
She stood at the entrance to the Training area, and pressed the button for admittance. Her hand strayed to her naked neck, feeling the unfamiliar absence of her collar. A mostly yellow, fitted dress flattered her figure. As one of the trainers came to open the doors, she straightened up to her full five foot and pulled her shoulders back.
Through the heavy glass she saw Trainer Jane Edwards, who opened the door for her and smiled. “Good morning, Imogen! Major Prestwick asked if you’d see him first, if that’s okay?”
“I suppose so,” she responded nervously, wondering what that was about. Was he going to pressure her to take the woman?
He stood as she entered the office. “Good morning, Missus Collins. Thank you for coming to see me. Before you see Eighteen, there are some things I wanted to say, and to ask you. This is nothing to do with Eighteen, by the way.”
“Our Head Cook is leaving. Her assistant will take over in charge, but we have a vacancy for her assistant. We don’t want to bring in someone from outside if we can avoid it, and there’s a general agreement that you are more than competent for the job. You can have a day or so to think it over, if you like. So the question is, would you like the job? Take your time and talk to Steve about it. The other thing is, we have a larger apartment intended for a married couple. I’m sorry I haven’t done anything about it before, but this afternoon Steve will take you to have a look at it. I’m afraid it’s likely to be in need of thorough cleaning, but you’re entitled to the extra space. Lastly ... It was I who asked Steve to consider taking in Eighteen, and he was reluctant because he was worried about you. There is absolutely no pressure on you to take her. It is entirely your decision, and whichever way you decide will not affect the offer of a job, or the change of accommodation. The latter will, of course, make accommodating her easier, but that’s not why we’re doing it; it’s your entitlement to have it.”
“Sir ... I’m ... overwhelmed. I think ... I’d like the job, but of course I’ll talk to Steve.”
“Good. Go and visit Eighteen ... Heidi, that is. Her Indenture is complete. I must remember to give her her proper identity!”
Imogen smiled tentatively – he responded warmly – then stood, left the office, and crossed the training arena to Heidi’s cell. Heidi, riding the Sybian outside her cell, saw her coming and switched it off before dismounting, then waved her visitor into the cell, and to the one chair. When Imogen had seated herself, Heidi knelt before her with her eyes down. Imogen could not help an envious examination of the woman in front of her.
Heidi Bruch might, in another age, have been a glamour model. A little over average height at five foot seven, a fine sheen of sweat accentuated a perfect figure. Her hair, a rich, dark, brown was short but glossy with health. Her face lacked just enough symmetry to make her human, and every proportion was perfectly balanced.
“Ma’am,” she said, quietly.
“It’s Imogen,” her visitor told her, “and you are Heidi, if you’re willing.” The other woman looked up and met her eyes, and Imogen went on, “you’re a free woman, I’m told. You just lack somewhere to go. Why don’t you sit on the bed?”
The other woman did so and Imogen looked at her, her perfect figure, her eyes drawn, inevitably, to the junction of her thighs, where her sex winked at her – rosy pink, slightly swollen and glossy with juices. “You are beautiful,” Imogen sighed. “Heidi, I’ve been asked if I would consider taking you in, to serve my husband and myself. I do not feel the need for a servant, but I may, shortly, be taking up a full-time position in the Centre as Assistant Cook. Even so, I am well used to working...”
“As am I, now.”
Imogen flushed slightly and nodded. “Of course. I’m merely focussed on my own concerns.”
“Of which one would be a fear of losing the husband you love to a woman you think is more attractive than yourself?”
Imogen’s flush darkened. “Yes.”
“Ma’am ... Imogen ... I have watched you and your husband and envied what you two obviously have. He looks at me, he looks at all the women, and, yes, I see lust. But when he looks at you,” she paused and sighed, “I see so much more. I see tenderness. I see affection. I see devotion. You are very lucky ... Imogen. Even if I wanted to steal your husband, I could not. Me, he fucks. You ... he loves.”
“His perfect partner, lover, mate, soul-mate. Imogen, if you are willing to take me into your household, I won’t promise not to have sex with your husband – I have come to need that, as you doubtless understand. Please believe, I don’t object strongly to going to Madame Anastasiya. She treats her women well and cares for them, and the sex would be no burden at all!” She laughed, then. “Far from it! But I would happily share your life and try to reduce the burden upon you.”
Imogen gazed into the other woman’s eyes, seeing only honesty and sincerity. “Then,” she began, slowly, “would you object to a trial run? Perhaps a month?”
Heidi’s face lit up. “No! That would be fine! And I promise to respect your will if at some point in the future you wish me to leave.” She slipped off the bed and knelt once more in front of the younger woman. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”
Imogen stood and held out her hands to her and when she took them drew her to her feet. She looked up with a wry smile, and used both hands to pull Heidi’s head down for a kiss. “I will see the Major and tell him you will be coming to us.” Then, with a broader smile, “I expect we’ll both be ... coming.”
“Oh, I hope so!” they grinned at each other conspiratorially before Imogen left to march across to the office.
“Major Prestwick, I’ve talked to Heidi, and we’ve agreed she will come to us on a ... trial ... basis. As to the job, I want to talk to Steve about that. Perhaps we could call for Heidi after we’ve been to look at the married staff apartment?”
“Certainly. Eighteen... Heidi... has the clothing she brought with her on her admission. It may not be a great fit after a year of our training, but it will give her something to wear as she leaves. But I won’t give it to her until you arrive – you may wish to leave collecting her until tomorrow.”
Imogen took a deep breath. “Maybe. But ‘if ‘twere done, ‘tis better done quickly’ if I may abuse the Bard.” She grinned at the surprise on the Major’s face. “Before I came here, reading was my only pleasure.”
“I should give up being surprised by our trainees – you, in particular. You’re a remarkable young woman, and Steve’s a lucky chap.”
As she left the office, she saw Steve, talking to Sixteen – Penelope ‘Poppers’ Linden – whom she knew somewhat. Sixteen had gained weight and had an almost normal figure now, but was still thoroughly decorated with tattoos. She knew that the other girl was still at the Centre – at her father’s expense – to help her break her drug habit. She crossed the floor, smiling at both Sixteen and her husband.
Steve spoke first. “Sixteen is talking about having the tattoos removed. Her father is willing to pay.”
“Well, good for you,” Imogen smiled, then turned to Steve. “A quick word?”
“Sure.” He walked away from Sixteen with his wife.
“She’s coming to us for a trial period of a month. I think it will work. Major Prestwick is getting her clothes out of store. Can we collect her tonight after looking at the apartment?”
“Are you sure?”
“I think so. She can help me get the new apartment ready. In the meantime, our bed’s big enough for three.”
Steve shook his head, smiling. “You never cease to amaze me, Darling.”
“Just...” she cut herself off before she said something to question his commitment. “I need to go to work.”
That evening, after an early meal, Imogen and Steve walked the short distance around the building to inspect the apartment they had been offered. It was much like their old one, but with an extra bedroom and a great deal of dust and grime. Imogen looked around with a sigh. “It will be nice, once it’s clean. But there’s a lot of work to be done to make it habitable.”
Steve was less fussy, perhaps, than his wife, but even he could see it needed a lot of work. “Major Prestwick said you could have two days clear, with pay, to get it to your satisfaction.”
“That’s thoughtful of him. Speaking of pay, he offered me the job of Assistant Cook, which would be a full-time position, and more money too.”
“Do you want the job?”
“I think I do...”
“Then take it. We can manage with what I’m earning now, but if you would like the job I’m happy that you should take it.”
“If I get pregnant...”
“You’ll get time off, and a substitute will have to be found...”
She turned and embraced him, pressing herself against him and laying her head against his chest. “You’re so good to me. I love you so much – I ... if I were to lose you, I...”
“We’ll just have to be careful we don’t lose each other, won’t we?”
They walked together to the Centre and Steve palmed the door open. They went to the office, where Sergeant Pete Norris handed Imogen a holdall with a smile. “This is all Heidi’s clothing and shoes. Obviously she can take her laptop and other items with her when she leaves. She and you are exempt from duty for two days, vice Major Prestwick, but after that she will be paid for any time she puts in for the Unit – that will be up to you. We all hope it works out well for you all.”
“Thank you, Sergeant.”
“Yes, thanks, Pete,” Steve added.
“Oh, and Steve, the Major forgot to mention you’re being regraded to rate you as Corporal. Of course that only means here, but it comes with a pay rise, and you will be the senior trainer on duty much of the time, especially at night.”
“Wow! I hadn’t thought of that! Thanks, Pete.”
“Well earned. Off you go, now, both of you, and sort out your new lady.”
Heidi looked up as they arrived at the entry to her cell. Imogen smiled. “It’s time. If you still want to come with us, you need to put on some clothes,” she held up the bag, “and pack up anything you’re taking with you.”
Heidi stood, glancing from one to the other, and held out a hand, which was shaking a little, for the bag of clothes. “It’s going to feel odd, covering up,” she said, “even if it’s only until we get to your apartment! You did say you wanted to stay nude in the apartment?”
“Yeah. But we can dress to work, if we want to. I think that would be a good idea, actually.”
As she was speaking, Heidi was pulling clothes out of the bag and – a little awkwardly, from lack of practice, of course, pulled on a blouse and skirt without bothering with panties or a bra, as both Imogen and Steve noticed.
At the exit, Steve palmed the lock to open the door and waved his wife and ... servant? Concubine? through, then followed them along the corridor to his old apartment, where Imogen used the key Steve had given her on the day of their wedding, to let them in.
Inside, Imogen immediately undressed, followed after a brief hesitation by Heidi. When Steve failed to follow suit, she caught his eye. “Darling ... we’re going to bed. All of us. Heidi gets you first, then me. Of course, if you’re not up to it...” she raised an eyebrow in question.
He took a deep breath and stripped off, revealing, unsurprisingly, a very stiff hard-on. “Oh, I’m up for it. For both of you. As long as you’re...”
“I’m fine, Darling. I’m just starting as I mean to go on.” She grinned and turned to Heidi. “Shower before we start?”
“Oh ... er ... okay, then...” and the older woman set off toward the bathroom.
Imogen didn’t immediately follow, but whispered, “I want us to make love to Heidi. Together.” And followed her, leaving no time for Steve to protest.
They weren’t long in the shower, but he couldn’t help noticing, as they passed him, four very erect nipples and a definite scent of arousal. He wasn’t long, either. Thorough, but not long at all.
In the bedroom, Heidi was on top of his wife and they were locked in an intense sixty-nine; so positioned that he could not miss the blossoming, glistening pussy Heidi was displaying. He positioned himself carefully and caressed Heidi’s back before slipping his rigid cock into her. It was so good, he just stayed there, at full penetration, and explored her body. The combination of what Imogen was doing, together with his caresses, had her climaxing very quickly, whereupon he began to move. That first climax faded but almost immediately began to build again, resulting in a major one just as Steve emptied his prostate into her.
He didn’t – quite – lose consciousness, but certainly the orgasm left him weak; he made to roll off to the side, but Imogen contrived to hold the configuration so they ended up on their sides with Steve’s – still erect – cock still deeply embedded in his ... concubine.
Imogen got up and walked around the bed, turned the light off, and snuggled up behind her husband. She took his hand and pressed it against Heidi’s breast, then wrapped her arm around both of them. They slipped easily into sleep and she followed shortly after.