08: Sunday, July 12, 2043, 1200 hours CST: Colette
Zach sat on the king size bed in his new on-base quarters and spoke to Colleen on his phone. "It's perfect, Colonel. Thanks very much for arranging this."
"You're welcome. I don't want you going crazy with all the work you have. And I want a workout partner sometime soon."
"Tomorrow, ma'am. We'll meet and work out as we discussed at our last face-to-face. I'll meet you at your office, 2100 hours sharp. I'm your doctor now, remember. I won't take no for an answer."
"Very well. Carry on."
It had that Spartan look military accommodations had, but the bed was a good one, especially for sex, which was its intended function from Zach's perspective. The bed was in an unoccupied temporary building on base that had been partially fitted out to be a dorm. It had the king size bed and some other more standard furniture in a corner of the open area. The rest of the building was empty, except that a few dorm walls had been installed, and a couple of the bathrooms were finished and working.
There was a knock on the door, and Zach went to open it. It was Berte with a big smile on her face, looking down at his dick, which he felt was stirring just at the sight of her, and she could probably see that. She was also glancing at her phone and texting as usual. His phone pinged "Hello lover boy!" He ushered her in, shut the door, tipped her smiling face up with a finger, and tongue kissed her passionately.
They sat on the bed, texting each other. Zach texted, "I have a surprise for you this time."
"What is it?" Berte texted.
Zach texted, "I know you like being held down and pressure, so I want to try holding you down more, okay? But it will involve holding down your arms as well, so you won't be able to text."
"Okay, I'll try it," Berte texted.
Zach put a thick firm pad next to the bed and had Berte lay tummy down on the bed and put her knees on the pad. He strapped her legs firmly to the side of the bed with a couple of wide leather straps. "Not too tight?" he texted.
"Feels good," she texted. Zach lubed up a bullet vibe, gently inserted it into Berte's cunny, and switched it on. She opened her mouth and made some noises of surprise and not discomfort.
Now Zach spoke, "I want to strap down your arms now, okay?"
"Yes," Berte said. This was the first word Zach had heard her say since the hotel bathroom.
Zach used some wide leather cuffs to strap each of Berte's arms to a far bedpost, immobilizing her further. As he did this, he could see that she was responding to the stimulation of the bullet vibe by straining against the arm and leg restraints. He opened a cabinet, pulled out radiological aprons, and piled them on her back. "Huh! Unh-unh-unh-UH!!" She strained and climaxed as the pressure on her back increased. By the time he had all the aprons piled on her, she was cumming again and again before she could catch her breath from the last one.
Zach got behind Berte and lubed up his cock and her vulva for good measure, leading her to scream in orgasm as he slathered her vulva. He slipped out the vibe, switched it off, threw it on the bed, and penetrated her hard, working his entire length into her in a few strokes as she gasped. He took his pleasure in her twisting young puss then, so sweet, while she came in a different way, more grunting and mewing, less whimpering than with the vibe, but still frequently, her muscular arms and legs shaking and straining against their bonds.
Zach silently thanked Michaela, Alexis, and Charisse for their overnight, because he was in the most excited, twitching, snappy bit of girl he had ever experienced, and by all rights he ought to be popping already, but he was able to hang on and pound and pound Berte as she strained, sweated, and mewed through countless climaxes. Finally, his cum was boiling up hard, and, realizing there hopefully would always be a next time, he plugged her hard and filled her with two and a half good spurts of thick baby juice. He actually heard her gurgle as she shook with a final intense orgasm.
Berte was limp as he unloaded the radiological aprons and unstrapped her. She fumbled for her phone, typed something, and then erased it. After Zach had finished releasing her, he sat next to her on the bed, texted her "What do you think?" and then set down the phone and played with her hair and ran his hand over her ass.
Berte replied via text, "I liked it,"
"but tying up people is supposed to be wrong,"
"so I feel a little wrong for liking it."
Zach texted, "Good wrong or bad wrong?"
"I could get used to it if it gives you pleasure," Berte texted.
"I like what gives you pleasure," Zach texted. They parted ways without resolution, but with love, and Berte left with a smile on her face and a lot of semen inside her. He walked with her partway, since the hangar she was headed to was near his office. They walked serenely in silence and waved goodbye when they had to part.
When he got to his office, he gave Aanya a call. "I loved being with you yesterday and last night, and I was thinking about you. Okay, to be honest, I was worrying."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine, fine. Charisse is helping me move in."
"When people make a change this big in their lives, it's predictable that fear will grab them sooner or later. I'm always available to you, and if you don't want to talk to me, you can talk to Charisse, or Colleen, Colonel Bruno I mean. Promise me you'll talk to someone."
"Okay. I already am. I told Charisse that you would forget about me, and she told me she saw how you looked at me last night and was envious."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Kind of reassured, but then I started feeling like, although I'm willing to share you, I want you all to myself too, and ten other women are going to try to scratch my eyes out and climb over me to get to you first."
"You know that's not true, though, right?"
"It's just a feeling. I know we're all highly trained astronauts who will act like adults even under intense stress, blah, blah, blah."
"You get first dibs until you're feeling more comfortable. Do you want me today?"
"Please no. I have so much work to do, and I can barely walk."
"Are you in pain?"
"Muscle pains, chafing, that sort of thing. I'll survive. You are a worrier."
"I'm your lover and your doctor, and we launch for our first dry run in three days. And, I need to see you, I mean we should see each other tomorrow for another try at, you know, making a baby."
"I'm already pregnant. I know I am."
