Chapter 548

The Prison Planet

Jasmine came over and plopped down in her husband’s lap. “Oomph,” he said as she giggled, squirming her butt to tease him while he struggled to put his coffee down before he spilled it.

“What’s on your mind, Beautiful?” he got out with a chuckle.

She just kissed him, long and lovingly while using plenty of tongue.

He got the message, but tried, “Baby, we can’t do anything or you’ll wind up too sore to make love tonight.” While he was talking, she grinned and ran her hand between them to cup his groin. He had already been fighting an erection from her squirming, now with her hand caressing him, he lost the battle and within seconds was fully erect.

“Baby,” he tried to scold.

“Just because I’m already at the point of being sore, doesn’t mean that I can’t give you a blowjob,” she answered with just that tone in her voice.

“Not that I don’t want another one, but Hon, you’ve already given me two during the night...”

“So,” she teased, “am I limited to a certain number?”

“No way, Baby,” he returned, chuckling, “but I don’t want to wear out my welcome. I mean, well, there certainly isn’t much pleasure in it for you, and ... I wasn’t able to return the favor because you said that your little button was too sore to stand any more licking.”

“Who says there isn’t any pleasure in it for me?” she demanded, barely holding back a giggle. “I told you that I often had orgasms when I sucked you. Oh, they generally aren’t as intense as they are when you’re inside me, and trying to describe them is difficult, but ... well, they’re... different, and they somehow make me feel so very close to you, I suppose is one way of putting it. But that isn’t a perfect description of the feeling, either. Please, just believe that I really like to do that for you and ... as I’ve said over and over, I enjoy the taste of your come, and it gives me pleasure to swallow it for you. My girlfriends have told me that their men get a kick out of having their women swallow their spend. Most of my friends who do it for their husband or boyfriend, do it because their man likes it, but with me, I like it too, and it’s a massive turn-on for me to do it. When I feel it squirt into my mouth, it makes me know how ... virile you are. But that’s just one of the feelings I get. You’re mine and I’m yours are somehow in there too. All those feelings and more just make me want to do it again and again.”

“I just don’t want you to do things that you really don’t like to do,” he reasoned.

“Then we’re in agreement,” she said brightly as, giggling, she freed his cock.

Later as they lay on their bed snuggling, “I wonder how many times you can get off in a row,” she quietly asked.

“It’s the enhancement thing, I guess. I used to never be able to get off nearly as many times, and even then, there was a long wait between, but now it has become almost too much of a good thing. I’m keeping you sore all the time, and I know it. I’m worried that you’re doing it so many times and for so long because you think you have to.”

“Diana says that I’ll become more adept at taking care of my Alpha,” she began, and as for how long we make love, well, Buster, in case you haven’t noticed, orgasms are fun. Also, a woman’s orgasm generally lasts a lot longer than her man’s does. So, I get sore. Big deal. But, as I’ve said over and over, no matter how sore I get, it isn’t and never will be, a chore that I have to do. Sex, making love, is supposed to be just that – making love with the person you love – not something that stresses you because you get too sore.

“So, just hush, Lover,” she said with a giggle as she straddled him, then with a smirk, watched his eyes focus on her breasts as she deliberately moved to make them jiggle.

He could feel his cock starting to swell again, although he had just gotten off in her mouth a few minutes earlier. Forcing himself to focus on her eyes, he asked, “Didn’t you say something about us making sure the scope on my rifle hadn’t moved out of alignment when I fell into that hole?” Crap, her eyes are so beautiful that I want to ... Get your mind on something else, he told himself yet again.

“Yeah, you should fire at least a few rounds to make sure the sights are still where they should be.”

“Come on then,” he said while encouraging her to get up. “We’ll go set up a couple of targets and shoot some.”

They put up targets at a stepped-off two hundred yards, found rests and both fired a number of rounds. There was no wind to interfere, and both scopes were still dead on, proven when Jasmine fired a very tight grouping with his rifle after doing the same thing with hers. His rounds, however, covered a much bigger area on the target, but she claimed that his skills were improving. He could definitely shoot well enough to make a reliable kill on a buffalo at two hundred yards, but he was afraid that she could shoot a tighter group at four hundred yards than he could at two hundred, particularly if there were no wind. He wondered if he would ever be in her class.

Although her shooting was dead on today, she seemed preoccupied – not talking as much, not smiling and kidding him quite as much, either. After picking up their brass, they walked back to the cave and hung up their snowshoes and cold weather gear before getting out their cleaning kits, but she was still too quiet.

“What’s wrong, Baby? Did my dumbass self say something that hurt your feelings?” he asked.

“What?” she returned as she put out a hide for them to lay their rifles on while cleaning them. “Of course not.” Then after a second, she continued, “I was just thinking about what Jeff said about wiring our cave.”

“Yeah,” he returned as he ran a swab with solvent on it down the barrel before changing to a brush. “Jeff said he was going to hold off until our honeymoon was over, though.”

She paused after removing the bolt from her rifle. “But we can’t do much toward making love in the daytime, anyway,” she said as she wiped the bolt with a swab soaked in solvent, then wiped it dry with a rag before very lightly oiling it. When she was through, she held the bolt up to the light for a final inspection of the firing pin. “What do you think about letting the Matthews know that we’re ready for Jeff to make the installation – at his convenience, of course?”

Morales grinned at his brand-new wife. “That’s up to you, Sweetheart. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, no matter what. As far as I’m concerned, our honeymoon will never be over.”

That must have been the right thing to say, because she put the bolt down and tried to check out his tonsils with her tongue. The kiss went on so long that the wolves whined with impatience.

“What?” she asked while looking at them.

“They’re hungry.”

“And you?”

“I’m always hungry,” he said with a chuckle. “Sometimes I even want food.”

She blushed and punched him on the shoulder. “We have some fresh bread. Start a cook fire while I finish up here. I’ll see if I can make us some hot steak sandwiches.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said while the wolves licked their lips.

Morales didn’t notice, but Jasmine did.

You two understand a lot more than you reveal, don’t you? she mentally asked as she stared at first one, then the other of the wolves.

Lobo, refusing to meet her gaze, looked away, but Lila grinned at her.

Chuckling, Jasmine watched her man starting the cook fire.

Later, as they were sitting by the fire eating, Jasmine asked, “So, is it okay if I leave Jeff a message saying that we’re ready for the power installation whenever he is?”

Noticing that his wife’s voice sounded much brighter, Morales smiled and said, “Sounds good to me.” But he knew that something still wasn’t quite right. What’s going on? Suddenly, she isn’t having to force herself to be in that bouncy mood of hers that makes me want to smile all the time. What does leaving a message for the Matthews have to do with changing Jasmine’s moods?

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her lover’s expression change, and she was suddenly certain that he was contemplating why she wanted to put the note up now. He’s smart. Somehow, he’s wondering why I want Jeff to make the installation already, even though we’re technically still on our honeymoon. Did I push too soon? What made him wonder? Girl, if you want this to be a surprise, you’re going to have to be very careful, indeed. Darnit, he should never have wondered, but I’m almost certain that he picked up on my eagerness to know if the Matthews have found the girls. Oh, he couldn’t know that specifically, of course, but somehow he knew there was more to my wanting to tell them we were ready for the installation. But darnit, how could he know?

Making up her mind, she thought, I should put the note up, but I don’t need to mention it again. When the Matthews show up, be cool and don’t try to get Diana aside for a private talk. Wait for the opportunity; let it happen naturally.

Then she thought of the wolves’ reaction a few minutes ago. Oh, no. Is he doing the same thing to me? I can’t blow this. The girls have to be a surprise or he’ll shut the whole thing down in an instant. He might very well do it, anyway. But, darnit, I’ve heard the change in his voice when he’s talked about them. He tried to be casual, but he can’t hide that from a woman – particularly a woman who is his wife and lover.

The Retreat

The evening before, Jeff had called the Sergeant to tell him that four of his wives, along with Ashley and Christine, would leave to go shopping in Winter Park at nine the next morning. He also specifically asked that Trooper Tosha Arnold be a close escort for his wives as well as for Ashley and Christine. “My Clan Queen has promised to get you the names of the stores and the order that they want to shop them in. That should help you plan for the excursion.”

“Absolutely,” Higgins returned. “I’ll command this trip myself. That will free Arnold to be a closer part of the group.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Jeff returned as he signed off the radio while thinking, Shit, am I that obvious? Did he pick up on my thoughts about Tosha, or is he just making sure that we have Security literally in our midst? No matter. All of my wives, as well as Ashley and Christine, will be wearing the new armor. I don’t know this Tanaka character, but after hearing how he treated his wife over the years, as well as hearing about his reputation in the business world, I’m going to be very cautious. Hell, just because the bastard is rich is no excuse for the way he treats people. Frank Wainwright is a billionaire too, yet he’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.

Oh, Frank travels in one of the most expensive private jets around – at least for its size – and continues to insist on quality, regardless of the cost – but he treats everyone with respect. He wound up giving me one hell of a deal when he bought my radar patent and has been very liberal with his interpretation of that contract and the royalties that I receive. He paid me a lot of money when Laura and I had to help his engineers out – well, when Laura solved the decimal problem. He advised me when he bought the patent to my forcefield and even insisted on giving me a higher percentage than I asked for – all because I’m his friend. I never managed to make the thing strong enough to be used for military purposes, yet he’s incorporated it into the camping gear field, and goodness knows where else. It keeps snakes, spiders, scorpions, bats, etc. out of a tent. I’m making millions and the thing is selling as fast as it can be put on the shelves.

Same thing with Laura’s update on the radar software. Now, almost everyone who bought the radar has shelled out for an update that costs a ton of money, and that includes the military, too. And ... more money continues to pour in because of Frank’s talents in the corporate world. Away from that corporate world, though, he now frequently dresses in jeans, a golf shirt and well-worn tennis shoes. Then with a grin as Jeff remembered, He even talked Arlene into letting him cut the grass the other day. Now he’s talking about mowing the grass all the way up the ski slope. Ten to one, he’ll wind up buying another industrial size mower so he can play with it.

I bet he wishes he could have been the one to come up with that micro-thin armor, but that was adapted from off-world technology that the General’s people discovered.

Up early and not trusting the new technology, Jeff snuck Diana’s sewing mannequin to the indoor firing range. After slipping one of the vests onto it, he retrieved his .44 magnum handgun, put the muzzle six inches from the mannequin and pulled the trigger. Even with his earphones on, the report was loud, and he could feel the concussion as the big weapon bucked in his hand. He hoped the sound baffles would keep the noise from their living area; otherwise, there would be some women upset with him when he went back upstairs.

The baffles and sound absorbent materials had done their job, though, and the women weren’t even aware he had fired the shot with the big weapon. Instead of the mannequin virtually flying down range with the force of the bullet propelling it and also with a huge chunk of the Styrofoam-like material being blown out of it, the mannequin had just stood there. He fully expected to be buying Diana another mannequin, but to his amazement, it was completely undamaged. The filmy material of the armor, almost transparent, was equally undamaged. The bullet had not penetrated in the slightest and was lying seemingly unharmed beside the mannequin. Apparently, the bullet’s force had been shunted into another dimension where the laws of physics in our reality did not apply, just as the techs said it would be. There was absolutely no damage to the mannequin or the armor. The process of shunting the force into another dimension was similar to what Ship used for her own armor, which did not fight the force applied to it, but instead, directed it to an energy reality.

This particular armor was made into something like a tee-shirt that could be easily slipped on. It would then form to the wearer. Although it would mold to the body, with a little constant pull, it would stretch and come off easily. The pants were made basically the same way, but the supply was very limited at this point, although the tech people said they hoped to speed up production eventually. Even this was the second model.

The only problem so far was that the material didn’t breathe. In other words, air did not circulate through it. At normal temperatures, someone enclosed in full body armor would overheat very quickly. The techs were hoping to alleviate that problem – and it was, indeed, a major one – but a person could stay reasonably comfortable if they wore only the top and remained in a fairly cool environment. If the material could be formed into a spacesuit, it should be a giant step past the bulky and very restrictive suits that Earth used today, and ... the suits would be impervious to bullets or objects that tended to punch holes in the suits. The same for cuts and worrying about sharp objects, not to mention losing most of the bulkiness of present-day spacesuits.

Grinning from ear to ear, Jeff fired a few more rounds at the mannequin – the filmy material shrugging off the powerful rounds with ease. After pulling the armor from the mannequin, he stood running the material through his hands. This stuff feels like my wives’ silk negligées, and in addition, it is darn near fully transparent. I’ll have to ask the lab people how it stands up to a pulse rifle, but it certainly had no problem stopping my .44 slugs without any apparent damage to the mannequin or the armor.

While holding the material up to the light, he made up his mind. My women are going to wear this every time they leave our home. Just the tops for now, but when the lab solves the heat problem, they will wear a full suit when they’re away from the Retreat. That should alleviate much of my worry when they’re shopping.

After picking up the spent bullets, he ejected the empties from the revolver and put them in the bucket where he kept his spent brass. A quick cleaning of the weapon and he was done.

A few minutes later, Diana hissed in a breath when she caught him sneaking the mannequin back into her sewing room.

“And just what are you doing with my mannequin?” she demanded.