Chapter 5

Reg Smith, while not usually introspective, was fundamentally an honest man, with an iron integrity. He had cogitated on Sarah’s words and had to admit that Louisa Reynolds, ‘Fifty-nine’ had, indeed, had an effect on him. Furthermore, he had to acknowledge that the factors which had caused him to avoid serious relationships previously, no longer applied.

He held off that night and Sunday, as he was on call. On Monday, he spoke to Stuffy (though he called him ‘Major’, of course) and explained what he intended, and why.

“Good for you, Reg. I hope it works,” was Stuffy’s response.

As a result, after the evening meal he went to Louisa’s cell. “Fifty-nine, I want you to keep me company tonight in my quarters.”

Her response amazed him. She lit up like a beacon. “Really, sir? Wow! All night?”

He chuckled. “Really. You’ll be okay barefoot, I think.”

“Yes, sir. I don’t mind that at all.”

He led the way, opened the doors in turn, and ushered her out. It wasn’t the first time she’d been out of the Centre. Like other trainees, she had taken a turn in the kitchen and the laundry, but it was a rather different situation, going to one of the trainers’ quarters.

They arrived. Reg unlocked the door and waved her in. He shut the door behind them.

“Louisa...”

She gasped. “Not ‘Fifty-nine’, sir?”

“In here, I am ‘Reg’, and you are ‘Louisa’. Would you like something to drink?”

“I had rather you fucked me again ... Reg.”

“I didn’t ‘fuck’ you, Louisa, and I won’t...”

Her face fell, not understanding.

“No, I am going to ‘make love’ with you. At least, that’s what I want to do.”

She was smiling again. Beaming, really. Stripped the orange shift over her head, and stood, proudly naked. “Y’ know, sir ... Reg ... I don’t mind what you call it. Last time was special, and I’d love some more.”

Reg looked her over. “You’re beautiful.”

She dipped in what would have been a curtsey, had she been in a dress. “Thank you, kind sir. If I may say so, you are overdressed.”

That matter was easily addressed. Reg, like other staff, was only wearing seven items, including footwear. All of it was in a heap by the door in seconds. They looked at each other, Louisa’s eyes gleaming, and Reg’s cock rose to action stations.

Next thing he knew, she’d jumped, arms round his neck, legs round his waist. Without thinking, his hands cupped her behind – her taut, round, behind.

She wriggled, relaxed her legs just a little; everything lined up without help and suddenly his cock was again encased in warm, slippery tightness.

They both groaned in satisfaction; he, a baritone, she, an alto. Their voices blended. Reg started walking, carrying Louisa to the bedroom; the movement causing interesting, very pleasant sensations in both of them.

Arrival at the bed, and it was unnecessary to separate. Reg managed to hold himself together through three of Louisa’s orgasms before coming himself, at which point he rolled to the side. She kept the motion going so she was on top and they were still connected, at least until he softened and dropped out. She rested her head on his chest and wriggled around to maximise skin to skin contact.

He became aware of moisture on his chest. She was weeping, silently.

“Baby?” The endearment slipped out.

“Master,” she replied in a choked voice. “Master. I want to be yours. Forever.”

“Then you shall be my most treasured possession.”

They lay, snuggled together, for some time until something woke up and came between them; that led to a number – sixty-nine – and mutual repeat satisfaction. A joint shower, and they returned to the bed to sleep. Didn’t make it through the night without a replay, though. It was necessary for Reg to call the kitchen for a late breakfast for both of them.

“Louisa...” Reg interrupted his breakfast, “would you like to be my concubine? Live here, do my laundry, cleaning? Wear my collar?”

“Yes! Oh, yes, please!”

“What about having a baby?”

“Really?! Wow!” She took a deep breath, then, and visibly calmed down. “I’m supposed to start anal training this week. I don’t know whether you like anal, but if I’m going to belong to you, I want everything I am to be available for you.”

“Then we’ll do that. I’m not an enthusiast for anal, but we’ll work up to trying it. For now, If I’m in the Centre, you’ll need to be there with me. I’ll have to look into the legal situation in your regard, okay? I’ll get you a collar so everyone will leave you alone – unless, of course, you want to be fucked by the other trainers?”

“You don’t want that, do you?”

Reg met her eyes and wondered what he was seeing there. Minutes passed as he thought about it. “That rather depends on what our relationship is going to be. If you need more or different sex than I can give you, then I expect I can live with it. But no, I’d much rather you didn’t. Which isn’t exactly fair to you, since I will have to have sex with other trainees from time to time.”

She reached out for his right hand and held it in both hers. “Reg, I don’t need more than you can give me. I want to belong to you. I’ve got used to, well, there’s a shortage of men, isn’t there? So ... I think ... I can share. Like Imogen. I think there’re others, aren’t there?”

“There are. Several. Joshua Sutherland has three wives. Sister Sanders’ brother has two and a concubine. Some of the Committee have more than one wife ... So, Louisa ... you’re willing to live with me, do my chores, and share me with other women.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes, I am.”

“Then let us return to the Centre, and I’ll see how we can make it happen.”

Back in the Centre, Louisa went to her cell, put on trainers and exercise bra, and began to jog on the treadmill. There being no-one in the office, Reg found Jem and Dusty, asked them to leave ‘Fifty-nine’ to him, and went to the ‘Clinic’ cell to talk to Sarah.

When he entered, she looked round from her desk. “Good morning, Reg!”

“Good morning, Sister. I thought about what you said. Fifty-nine is going to be my concubine, if I can work out the legalities.”

She beamed. “That’s wonderful! I’d like you to be the first to know that ... Major Prestwick and I are going to be married when we can make the arrangements. He’ll be in shortly if you need to talk to him.”

“Congratulations! Yes, I think I do need to discuss the situation with the Major. Trainers have bought trainees out before, but when they’re on a criminal order it makes things complicated.”

“I don’t see that it’s such a problem. It’s not as though you’re taking her out into the world like Bill took Vera Crowe. But by all means, talk to my intended.”

“It’s just,” Reg blushed and hesitated, but made himself go on, “I think I want to marry the girl. She wants babies. I want babies. I don’t want her to have babies if I’m not married to her.”

“That’s exactly what I’d expect of you, Reg. As I say, I’m sure something can be worked out.”

Reg stood. “Thank you, Sister. I’m going next door to wait for the Major.”

Sitting at the desk in the office, Reg looked through the notes on the other trainees and made an entry on Fifty-nine’s record. Jem came in as he was finishing, followed closely by Dusty Miller. “I’m about done,” he told them. “You’ll be wanting the system, I expect.”

“Yes, S’maj.” Dusty was smiling. “Sixty’s responding well, considering what she was like when she arrived.”

“I’ve been with Ten.” Jem commented. “She’s going to visit with Sister. She’s been promised that we’d pay her some attention if she has to miss the morning session.”

“Are you expecting Major Prestwick this morning?”

“No, there’s a note ... here. Lunch-time, he says.”

“In that case, I’m going to leave you to it. I need to make a trip into town to do some shopping. I ... er ... I’m hoping I can take on Fifty-nine permanently.”

“Good for you, S’maj!” Jem grinned. “That’s what she needs, I think. We’ll keep an eye on her for you.”

“Thank you.”

Reg departed and set off to walk a mile or so into town.

Sarah fetched Linda Burgin to the Clinic. “Linda, as the trainee who’s been here longest, I’m going to start with you and talk through what I’m doing. Everyone will get a full physical and an opportunity to talk about their situation, their hopes and their fears. Okay?”

“Okay. I suppose the hopes and fears are around what happens at the end of my indenture.”

“Unsurprisingly. We’ll start with weighing and measuring ... so stand on there ... Five feet eight inches. One point seven metres. And ... nine stone. Fifty-seven kilos. That’s ... just a minute ... a BMI of nineteen point one. Very good. Better than mine, in fact.”

“Perhaps you should make use of the treadmills?”

“Yes, I should. And I will. Lie on the couch, please.”

After a lengthy, thorough and rather intimate examination. “Okay, Linda. Get down and sit on that chair please. You are in fantastic shape. I don’t understand why no-one has...”

“Taken me up? Taken a more personal interest?” Linda shrugged. “I’ve spent a few nights with trainers. Most of them, in fact. But ... No. I think there has to be a ... connection. I mean, look at Imogen. First time, click. Martina. First time... click. Somehow that hasn’t happened to me. Perhaps because of my history, perhaps ... who knows?”

“Hmm. Anyway. Blood pressure...” The cuff, the stethoscope. “One ten over sixty. Very good. Pulse ... okay. Fifty-eight. Athlete’s figures, Linda.”

“Well, what is there to do except work out and study. At least when we’re not working or sexing.”

“Sexing?” Sarah actually giggled. “That’s one way of putting it, I suppose. Anyway ... you seem to be fine physically, and you seem to be together mentally. Did you take a look at ‘Introduction to Nursing Practice’?”

“Yes I did. Mostly common sense, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I do. But remember, common sense isn’t that common, and there are exceptions. There are counter-intuitive practices which research showed to be better than tradition.”

Dusty tapped on the bars at the entrance. “Lunch is on the way, ladies.”

Sarah’s “Thank you, Dusty,” blended with Linda’s “Thank you, sir.”

“So,” Sarah went on, “shadow me as I check everyone, and in between times I’ll run through basic first-aid, bandaging, and so on.”

She stood, and waved at the door, then followed Linda out. Linda went to her cell, and Sarah closed the Clinic and went next door to the office. Standing in the doorway, she watched as Dusty and Jem distributed meals to the trainees, then carried theirs – and hers – across to the office.

Helena Booth, once the (unsatisfactory) wife of Chairman Sylvester Booth, but now his (most satisfactory) concubine, tapped on his office door and, naked as usual, entered, carrying a cup of coffee. He swung towards her in his office chair and smiled. “A sight for sore eyes,” he said.

She went to her knees in front of him, offering the cup (bone china, with its matching saucer) and, when he took it, unzipped his trousers and fished out his rapidly hardening dick. By the time she had it out, it was fully hard and moments later in her mouth. Not many minutes later, he was erupting there.

“Baby, that was wonderful. Come on up here, I want to kiss you and then we need to have a chat.”

“Master, I’m ... well, I’ll wet your trousers.”

“They will wash, won’t they?” She stood in front of him and his hand slipped into her crotch, finding that she was, indeed, flooding. “My, you are a wet little girl, aren’t you? Come on.”

She snuggled into his lap. Once she would have been reluctant to let him kiss her after having him come in her mouth, but not any more. Some time later – quite a lot later – their lips separated. “I have been thinking,” the powerful man said, quietly. “You’ve been an exemplary concubine, and I’ve been thinking it’s time we remarried.”

If he was expecting her to be happily excited, he was disappointed. “Master, I like being your concubine.”