Chapter 236

Characters in this chapter.

Jeff – The Prime.

Diana – Wife and Clan Queen.

Art – Young FBI agent who was in a shootout in Atlanta.

Bobby – Nurse from Atlanta who is Art's wife and Sandra's sister.

Sandra – Nurse from Atlanta who is Art's wife and Bobby's sister.

Jill – Bill's wife who was kidnapped and abused by Doctor Ingles.

Matt – Alpha – new FBI SAC who has just reported to the Denver office.

Courtney – Matt's wife who believes that Jeff and his family might be aliens.

Hope – Jennie's sister who was abused by her father and other men.

The Retreat

... Hope blurted before she could chicken out, "I want my hymen back and I want myself down there to be like I am a virgin again."

"Tight, you mean?" Diana asked.

"Uh huh." Then turning to Jeff, "Art knows I'm not a virgin – far from it, but I'm scared to, uh ... have Little One do to me what Jill had done to her. I mean ... uh, logically I know that everything is perfect down there, but I love Art so much, it just doesn't seem fair to him to not..."

"Yes," Jeff interrupted. "I just asked her, and Little One said it would take only a little while. You will have a hymen and your vagina will be as if you had never had sex before. The hymen will be thin so it won't hurt too much when it is broken, but you will be sore the next day, just as if it were your first time to have sex. Is that what you want?"

"Please," Hope said, barely above a whisper, her face so red she felt it would catch fire.

"When?" Jeff quietly asked.

"Uh, could we do it ... now?"

Jeff glanced at his Queen, an eyebrow raised. "What?" she asked.

Turning his attention back to Hope. "Go remove your clothes and put on a robe. Lie on the bed. Diana and Little One will be there in a few minutes. I won't see anything."

"Okay," Hope whispered, her face still crimson.

"I never expected this," the Prime said when Hope had gone into the bedroom. "She's always been so bashful around me."

"Desperation," Diana quietly said, blinking back tears. Then smiling at her man, "Helen said she had a breakthrough in Hope's last session, and the girls sleeping with her to wake her, hold her and have a sympathetic ear when she has a nightmare, has also helped, I think. I imagine hearing Jill's story was of benefit to her as well. Plus, having a hymen again and her channel being virgin tight should help to boost her self-esteem when her husband makes love to her the first time."

Jeff pulled his collar outward and Little One flowed into his hand. "Here," he said as he handed the small alien to his Queen. "Just have Hope open her robe, and put Little One on her tummy. I've told Little One what Hope wants. Come on back and we'll find something to do while the Healer makes Hope a virgin again."

"Deal," his Queen said with a smile.

"What's keeping her so long?" Art asked no one in particular as he paced in the bedroom.

Bobby and Sandra, again sitting on the bed holding hands, looked at each other for a second before Sandra spoke. "Unless we miss our guess, she's having Jeff and Little One, uh ... fix her."

Bobby picked up the conversation with, "Diana had Jill talk to Hope. Jill was really, uh ... She had problems in her vagina from the abuse she had when a doctor kidnapped and raped her. Jill had some of the same self-image problems that Hope is having. Hope wants to be perfect for you..."

Art stopped to stare at his wives. "But dammit, she is perfect. That was the whole idea behind Little One enhancing us, wasn't it? So if Little One enhanced Hope..."

Sandra and Bobby passed a glance, silently agreeing. Both young women took their tops off, and walking over to Art, grabbed his hands and encouraged him to sit in a chair. When he sat, Sandra sat on his lap and shoved a titty into his mouth. "Oh," she hissed in a breath as he sucked. A moment later, he changed to the other breast, but that one was sensitive, too. Frowning and looking down at her breasts, she quietly said, "For some reason, my breasts are a little tender."

Art suddenly leaned back a little to stare at her left breast, then pulled on the nipple in a gentle milking motion. A drop of pale white liquid formed on the nipple. He leaned to lick the drop off, then smiling, said, "Sweet."

"It's milk?" Sandra said with a questioning inflection in her voice, as if she couldn't believe it.

Bobby leaned down and stuck a breast in Art's face. "Suck hard." A second later, she hissed in a breath. "My breasts are sensitive, too." Pulling back, she milked the breast that Art had been sucking on. "A drop of liquid formed on her nipple, too. The women stared at each other, both beginning to giggle at the same time.

"Double shot," they said in unison.

"We're too much alike for one of us to be a Queen and the other one not," Bobby reasoned. "And ... we both wanted Hope to be your next wife."

"So you have two Queens," they said together.

"You better like breast milk, Big Boy," Sandra said as the two women giggled, "'cause you're going to have a lot of it to drink."

Diana had measured Hope for her wedding dress after the Healer had made the changes in the sixteen-year-old. Shortly, Hope had her laptop going and had picked out a dress.

"Can we do it, Diana? Can we really do it that quickly? Are you sure the dress shop can have it ready by tomorrow?" she asked, anxiously. "If she could have it here Wednesday morning, that would be time enough, wouldn't it?"

Diana laughed. "Honey, because of the work Dana has gotten from all the wealthy people that Frank and Margaret have sent her, not to mention the dresses we have bought, Dana is running a night shift. I'll call her right now. If she can do it by tomorrow, that will be fine, otherwise, we'll see about Wednesday morning."

After a short conversation with Dana, Diana read the dressmaker Hope's measurements, including ring size. "Can you pick up the ring like last time?"

Diana chatted with Dana a few minutes, then hung up. Turning back to Hope, "As my husband would say, 'done deal.'"

Hope was almost beside herself, barely resisting jumping up and down in her excitement.

"You sure you're okay with the multiple weddings: Fred and Angel, you and Art, Matt and Courtney?"

"Oh, yeah. And my ... fiancée and my soon-to-be sister-wives have already said it's just fine with them."

"You're going to look beautiful in your dress. Art's eyes are going to fall out when he sees you."

Hope and Diana walked back into the living room of Hope's suite. "She's getting married Wednesday night with the others," Diana told the Prime.

"Excellent," he said, hugging Hope. "Art will make you a fine husband."

"And I'm going to do everything I can to be a good wife for him," Hope replied.

The teenager turned back to Diana. "Thank you, Diana. Thank you for everything."

The Queen kissed Hope on the cheek. "We love you."

"And I love the both of you."

As Hope hugged Jeff, he quietly said, "Little One is the one you should thank."

"But how?"

Jeff undid a couple of top buttons on his shirt. "Here," he said as he gently grasped her hand, "reach under my shirt. She's spread out across my back. Just touch her and think thank you. I'll tell her what you are saying."

Hope did as she was told, but jerked when she "heard" a buzzing in her mind.

"She said that you are welcome and wished you well in your coming marriage."

A little later, the Prime and his Queen back in their suite, Hope hurried into her bedroom. On her bed a moment later, a hand mirror held between her legs and a flashlight for extra light, she spread her vulva gently open. Yes! I have a hymen, she thought. Then as her eyes misted with tears, Art won't have to feel like he's being given used merchandise. Bobby and Sandra say he's a fantastic lover. I've never been made love to – just fucked. Oh, gosh, I'm scared. What will it be like? I've had many men. I'm a woman, but ... he has Sandra and Bobby. Oh, gosh, will I be able to please him.

She got up and returned the flashlight to its place and the hand mirror to the vanity drawer. Standing nude, she looked at herself critically. My breasts aren't as big as Sandra's and Bobby's, but they're big enough to sway a little and jiggle. From all those men I had to fuck, I know that most men want to see a woman's breasts move a little under her top, and some of those men said they liked the way my breasts jiggled and bounced when they made me straddle them as they fucked me. I learned what to do to make a man come. I didn't have a choice. My father beat me if one of his ... clients complained. Should I show Art that I know how to please a man, or should I act virginal to go along with my new hymen? Hmmm, maybe I need to ask Bobby and Sandra.

Dressed, a few minutes later, she returned to Art's suite, knocked and opened the door. The three of them were sitting on the couch, the women snuggled under Art's arms.

Art quickly came to his feet, met her halfway and pulled her to him in a hug. "You okay?"

"Yes, I feel wonderful," she stumbled out. "Are you sure it's okay for us to get married so soon?"

"Absolutely," he replied as Bobby and Sandra chorused out the same thing a second later.

"But we don't have a ring," Art worried.

"It's all taken care of. Diana gave Dana my ring size. She's supposed to stop by the jewelers and pick up a wedding band just like Sandra's and Bobby's. Oh, Art, I want to be your wife so much," she whispered, then leaned back to look up into his face, but before she could say anything more, his lips met hers. When the tip of his tongue touched her lips, she opened a little for him. After a moment, it was her turn to put a little of her tongue into his mouth, and he sucked on it. Suddenly, she wanted to climb into his body. She had never been as sexually excited in her life.

"Art, Baby," Sandra said from the couch, "Pheromones. If you don't stop them, you're going to get raped by three women."

Embarrassed that he had unconsciously released some of his pheromones, he tried to pull back from Hope a little, but she just moved with him, her arms still tightly wrapped around him, her breasts pushed hard against his chest.

Bobby and Sandra each grasped a hand and led her into the bedroom away from the pheromones. "Wow," Hope gushed a moment later as she sat on the bed. "Wow! I've never acted like that – ever."

"He's an Alpha..." the nurses said together.

Bobby continued, " ... and you've consented to be his wife. He just relaxed and let himself kiss you. Sometimes, the pheromones get away from him. Diana says it's natural for an Alpha to use his pheromones when he's making love to his mates, so we suspect he has to consciously hold them back if he doesn't want his body to release them. Whatever, he's a fantastic lover."

Sandra broke in with, "Not that we have much to compare him to, since we only had one guy, and that was to get rid of our hymens. But he makes love to us every night, and does it until we pass out from orgasms. Can't be any better than that."

There was a moment of hesitation, then, "I need to ask the two of you something."

"Shoot. But if it's about sex, the only thing we know is what we've learned from making love with our husband," Bobby admitted.

Hope tried not to blush, but she could feel the heat in her face. "Uh, you know my story, so you know that I've ... fucked a lot of guys. Some were animals and ... worse, but, well, I was forced to please them. I did the things that my father told me to do. I didn't at first, but defiance always got me a beating. What I'm trying to say is, how do I act on my wedding night? I now have a hymen again, and Jeff says that I'm virginal down there now, but do I try to get Art off – use the things I had to do to get those men off? What?"

Bobby and Sandra got up to sit on the bed on either side of the girl, each putting an arm around her. Both kissed Hope on a cheek. "No act," Bobby said. "Just be yourself."

"But, I've never made love. I've fucked my father, and all those men, but my job was to get them off. Do I do those things to Art?"

"Like my sister said, no act," Sandra offered. "Just be yourself. Neither of us knew anything about pleasing a man, and we still have a lot to learn, I imagine, but we do what we think will please him – if we can stay conscious long enough," she finished with a laugh.

"Sometimes, he gets caught up in what the three of us are doing, and when we go out, he does too. It embarrasses the heck out of him, and he's so cute when he realizes it has happened."

"I want you two to be there. We'll be sister-wives, right? So we'll all be sleeping together after the marriage..."

"It's up to you. You can be alone with him on your wedding night, or if you want us there, we can do that, too. You just want us to watch and give you moral support?"

But Hope was shaking her head. "I was forced to be with other girls when we 'serviced' several men at the same time. If I could do it with them, well ... but I'm still scared that I won't know how to make love like the three of you do, and we'll all be together every night from then on, so why not on my wedding night? Please be with me and help me make love to my, uh, our husband."

"We would love to," the nurses said together.

Idaho Springs

Matt triggered the remote as soon as he turned into his driveway, anxious to be home. Too far away on the long drive, he had to do it again before the garage door responded. Inside the garage, he hit the remote to close the door, grabbed his suit coat and laptop from the passenger seat and walked on into the house, tired, both mentally and physically.

He had called Courtney and told her he was on the way, and she was just putting dinner on the table as he walked in. He froze almost in mid-step. Not only was she putting dinner on the table for the both of them, she was totally nude except for a pair of black spikes.

She turned to him, her breasts swaying enticingly as she did so. "Go wash up. Everything is ready."