Chapter 5: Birthday Party

After the briefing, Joacim led his family back to the pod. He wanted to take a sleeping lesson before dinner. His concubines discussed the new possibilities, Vandergast offered to them. But when he entered his office with the sleeping trainer, Petra followed him with a look of urgency.

“What’s up Petra? You look like walking on hot coals,” he asked.

“Well, I - we - you have a problem I think. My daughter Irene gets fourteen tomorrow, as you know. Down on Earth, she was impatiently awaiting that day, not for the CAP testing, but for the possibility to hunt down pick-ups and get her brains fucked out. I don’t know how she managed to play the nice girl for the last two days, but you should not enter her room right now. Her moist scent can currently be smelled outside her closed door.”

“So?”

“Irene is not the shy girl she’s playing right now. She’s a hot nymph at the edge of becoming legal age. In the past two years she had seduced all neighbor children for petting, no matter if male or female. I tried to tame her but I failed. It even got worse and at the end she didn’t even try to hide it.”

“So?”

“If she doesn’t explode in the next twelve hours, I expect her to sneak in the master bedroom tonight and rape you or something.” Petra said desperately.

“I see. Right now she’s in her room getting even hotter?”

“Positive,” the AI answered.

“OK then, maybe we should throw a surprise party for her at midnight? Here’s my plan...”

“Irene, sweetheart, I have some sandwiches here and a glass of orange juice and...” Petra entered the room of her daughter and gasped. Irene had quickly thrown a blanket over herself but the smell was unmistakable. “Oh my, I didn’t know you need it that bad. Dining had been canceled, Joacim wants to take another training lesson or two and all others get finger food from the replicators. Good night sweetheart, and don’t do anything silly!” Petra winked and left the room.

Irene devoured the sandwiches and continued masturbating for a while. When finally the sounds of pod life went down, she stood up and sneaked up to the door. It was locked.

“AI, what’s up, why can’t I open the door?” Irene asked angrily.

“Your mother expected you to do something illegal in the last minutes of your childhood and asked me to lock the door,” the AI answered.

“But I have to pee” Irene objected.

“According to my sensors you are dripping, but your bladder is not nearly full.”

“This is un-fair!” Irene shouted. She went back to her bed and sat down, leaning her back to the wall and hugging her knees. After a while, she heard muffed noises of pleasure from the other side. “I don’t believe it! Everybody has fun and I’m imprisoned here alone!”

“It’s only for your best,” the AI intoned, copying the often-heard words of Irene’s mother.

In the next hour she jumped off the bed ten times to check the door. Every time she did, the AI called out the time and told her that that the door will not jet open. Irene stopped returning to the bed and wandered the small room.

“She’s going up the walls” Petra said, watching her daughter on the display of the living room.

“Fortunately, it’s only five minutes to midnight,” Joacim said. “Ladies, take your places. Joacim’s concubines vanished in the bath room and behind the furniture of the living room. Joacim went to bed and faked sleeping. The lights went down to a weak glow.

Irene tried the door for the millionth time. Now she jumped when the door swung open. Carefully she peeked out. The pod was in night mode. Everything was quiet.

‘Damn, now I really have to pee’ Irene thought. She walked over to the bath room. A minute later she stood in the dark corridor again. She sneaked toward the elevator and went down. Nobody seemed to be awake. Irene heard a snore from the master bedroom. She waited a little longer to let her eyes adapt to the weak glow of the lights. Then she sneaked toward the bed room. When she reached the door, she saw Joacim sleeping on his big bed, having a wet dream, as his night boner signaled.

When she took another step towards the bed, suddenly the lights went up and a female chorus shouted “Surprise!” Helga and Prudence, who came from the living room just gripped Irenes Arms, lifted her off the ground and tossed her on the bed while Joacim quickly rolled out of the way. All concubines joined her on the bed and then Irene felt lips and hands all over her body. Within minutes she had three orgasms. Then Joacim joined his wives on the bed. They held Irene in position with wide parted legs. Not that she thought of fleeing or anything. If the others let her go, she would cling to Joacim and impale herself on his rod in a second. Now she was forced by loving hands to lay still and Joacim slowly intruded her grotto. She didn’t even feel her hymen tear. Finally she was allowed to cling on Joacim, locking her legs behind him and forcing him to a faster rhythm. The others caressed and kissed now both, Irene and Joacim.

Joacim managed to cum three times within the next thirty minutes and Irene never let him leave her pussy. When they finally calmed and parted, he said “Thank you, Irene, for deflowering me in this most delighting way.”

“You were still a virgin?” Irene asked. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean - I mean - I just...” Then she hugged Joacim again and kissed him with all her overflowing passion.

L’ielit had watched from the shadows of the dark living room. The others had invited her to join, but she had refused to not spoil the mood with her destroyed body. When the lovers finally went to sleep, she turned with tears in her eyes towards her own bed room.

In the morning, Prudence surprised them all with a Russian chocolate cheesecake, something that hadn’t been in the replicator’s library. Breakfast was a big event with a lot of chatting and laughing. The AI informed them that the CAP testing of Irene would be done at the med bay and one of the tubes would be reserved for Irene until noon. So, after the breakfast was finally over, they all walked to the med bay.

While Irene was in the med tube, some of the Marines that had received their augmentations emerged from the other tubes. More than one was surprised at, how happy and relaxed all of Joacim’s concubines were. One of them declared that he wouldn’t turn his back towards his concubines because the atmosphere in his pod was so tense.

“Well,” Hilda answered, “our sponsor promised to be a nice guy and he really tries hard to be. So we trust him to keep his promise and we do anything to keep him happy. This makes things really easy.”