53: Wednesday July 22, 2043 1530 hours CST: Berte's Pregnancy Party
For the next several hours, Zach sat working in his office on base. Colette was on duty, working with Alexis. Anming was also on duty working on her laptop beside him. She was naked and had the leash on as he worked. The handle of the leash was around his wrist, allowing him to type on his computer. His office door was locked, but the blinds were not drawn shut. People walked by constantly. It was bright sunlight outside, so they would have to put their nose to the glass to see inside and see that Anming was naked. She was not evident, but she was still completely vulnerable to the viewing pleasure of any passerby.
Zach filed his final radiation spectrum reports for the dry run vehicle. He paused in his work to check Anming. Her vagina was brimming with slick cream. She had blotted a generous wet spot on the mesh of her chair seat. Zach reached underneath and felt droplets of her lubrication forming on the underside of the mesh, all with Anming's unmistakable rich scent. He didn't know exactly why, but clearly the situation was exciting her. "Darling, are you being bothered by being displayed like this? Most importantly, is it affecting your concentration or your work?"
"No, my husband," Anming replied, her eyes lowered. He put his finger under her chin and raised it until their eyes met. She kept them there. "My mind is racing, and seems more focused than usual. This abhorrent husk-"
"Ah, ah, ah," interrupted Zach. "Recite it."
"Yes, my husband," said Anming, maintaining eye contact. "I am my husband's favored pet. I am beautiful beyond imagining. Displaying my nude body proudly, I am desired by all men. I own and know my own exquisite mind and power of choice. Only one man owns my exquisite self. Zachary owns my exquisite body. Zachary owns all my pleasurable holes and erogenous zones. Zachary owns my soul. Zachary owns my spirit. I am content in my exquisite perfection."
"Thank you," said Zach. Then they went back to work.
At 5:30 PM, Colette joined them. True to the rules set down by X, she had worn a skirt without panties for her walk across the windy base. That must have given dozens of airmen a juicy sight for their stroke banks. In Zach's office, she stripped out of even this skimpy attire and produced another collar and leash she had somehow acquired. He put them on her.
Zach wondered how long it would be before some enterprising airman put his nose up against his office window and took in the view. He had met a few young airmen around the base he was willing to count on to be discreet. Perhaps he should alert them to the opportunity and start a group text with them. Seeing the reaction these virile young men would have to Anming's delectable nakedness would surely shake her body image that she was some kind of ugly scarred monster.
They took a virtually unused corridor out the back entrance of the clinic. His car was parked right outside the door. Colette and Anming, nude and naked respectively, were in the car before anybody noticed them.
They drove towards the main gate. There was a large and growing mob of reporters there. Zach pulled over a few hundred yards away and got two picnic blankets out of his trunk. The women threw them over themselves, completely hiding from the reporters as they passed through the gate. They just looked like they were hiding from paparazzi.
They arrived at his apartment. Nobody was ever walking around in the corridors of Zach's apartment building. They made it from his parking space in the gated basement garage to the elevator without seeing anybody. The elevator was empty. The hallway leading to his apartment was empty. He was hoping one of his neighbors would appear. Especially he hoped for one particular neighbor, Beatrice. She was a cute young wife who lived with her husband a few doors down. If she saw him doing this, he knew she would make a point of dropping by with peppermint schnapps and asking him many pointed questions about it. It would be delicious to give her many pointed answers.
Once in his apartment, Zach kept both women on their leashes. He hung up his flight suit and threw his underwear into the hamper. Laying on the bed together, he put his face between Anming's legs and smelled and tasted her richly scented dripping snatch. She had gotten very excited with her afternoon of being on display. Even so, he figured she would object if he asked her for permission to give her some oral relief.
It was maddeningly becoming Anming's style to force Zach to ask for forgiveness rather than permission for anything sexual. It was becoming routine for her to as meekly as possible decline any request for permission. This was not his style in terms of consent, but it seemed to be what Anming wanted. There had to be a better way for her to, he supposed, feel swept away rather than an instigator of sexual conduct. She wanted to see herself as a good girl rather than a bad girl, or some such outmoded thinking. This was the kind of male-centric thinking the horrific regime and society that raised her promoted. It would take her some time to move beyond it, if she ever did. He had to be patient.
Anming's hips were pumping and her legs were shaking in response to Zach's oral enjoyment of her vulva. It became obvious to her that he was not just having a little sniff and taste of her before moving on to Colette. "M-my husband," she whimpered as Zach focused on flicking his wet tongue across her erect clitoris. Moments later, she climaxed hard, "URRRRRR! Eeep!"
"May I?" begged Colette. She wanted to touch herself while watching.
Zach paused long enough to tell Colette, "You may, and climax freely." He returned to licking and sucking on Anming's vulva and clitoris, her sensitive labia minora. Anming had three more orgasms in quick succession, and Colette had two, before Anming became oversensitive.
Zach gave the limp Anming a break and switched to Colette. He said, "Anming, would you be so kind as to tell Colette to climax for me whenever she says she can? Make her wait as long as you think she can stand it before letting her."
"Yes, my husband," acknowledged Anming, sitting up to watch.
Zach put his tongue, lips and fingers to work between Colette's legs and savored her for a long time. Her tolerance for multiple orgasms was greater than Anming's. Colette moaned her way through ten major orgasms before looking played out. Anming was brilliant at making her wait. Colette looked on the very edge of losing control each time.
"Okay, it's time for your insemination," said Zach, "so pay me." Anming grimaced as Colette transferred the money. He should take some time to explain this to Anming later. He pushed excitedly into Colette's dripping snatch and lasted only a few strokes before massively spilling shot after shot of sperm into her. It was a tough call. He had gotten more and more aroused the whole time he was performing oral sex on the women. By the time he pushed into Colette, he exploded. Normally in this situation, for regular sex, he would have quickly rubbed out his first one so that he could last during intercourse. In this case, he didn't want to waste his best shot of semen. He started up again and made a mess. He lasted good and long this time. Colette had several good orgasms to suck the semen in deep. By the time he shot into her a second time, this time while she was orgasming, he was satisfied the job had been done.
It was time for Berte's pregnancy party at Colby's. The three of them showered luxuriously together. Zach wore a nice suit. Anming and Colette wore only their leashes and a little makeup. He had Colette prepare her anus for penetration in case he needed it later. In the meantime, he gave Anming's anus a thorough massage as ordered by Doctor Dean, Ayana. He did it over Anming's predictable objections. On the one hand, Anming declared she longed for the day when he would gain pleasure from her dirty hole. On the other hand, she apparently expected him to take her all puckered up, bone dry, and in the dark. Foreplay was apparently not much of a thing in communist China. The social norms in her former country were messed up.
As they were leaving, Zach's neighbor Beatrice magically appeared carrying a bicycle pump. She dropped it with a clank when she saw Anming and Colette. Beatrice was a young brunette in her early twenties, pretty, smart, and curious. She was not at the peak of fitness like his crew. He'd had almost too much of hard bodies lately, though. Under different circumstances, he would relish having Beatrice in his bed, under him. From what he knew, though, they were a pretty conventional couple. Anming flinched when she saw Beatrice. "No time to explain," Zach said to Beatrice cheerily. "Happy to explain it later this week over Schnapps?"
"Okay," said Beatrice, wide-eyed, as Zach retreated down the hall with the two naked women in tow.
The party was underway as Zach, Anming, and Colette arrived. As he'd guessed, Berte was wearing her captivating little black dress with the cleavage cutout that she'd worn for their date. He was wearing his suit from their date. They had both done the math. She'd gotten pregnant on that very evening. Their date night before the dry run had already been a special evening. Now it was an immortal evening. "We need to go on more dates," Berte told him, making fierce eye contact with him.
"Yes, it was a magical evening," said Zach. "Let's make more."
Berte texted him. "Zach, I want to talk about something with you."
"I'm looking at my phone now," said Zach. "Go ahead."
Berte texted, "The other night when Michaela, Aanya, and I"
"were doing the elaborate rapes with the dildos."
