81: Tuesday, Mesha 17, 231. 1100 hours OST: Getting Close
Zach walked from Colby's quarters at B4 spinward around the rim to Colette's quarters at A2. As he walked, his thoughts were drawn back to Colby. Wow, she had wrung him out thoroughly! Seven times in five hours! Owie! Much more of that pace, and he'd be the one confined to bed rest!
Zach knocked on Colette's hatch and heard her cry, "Enter!"
He closed the hatch behind himself and asked, "How are you doing?"
"Wonderfully!" said the knockout and very pregnant French brunette, looking pleased. She lay on her back, nude, her belly huge. Her long slinky legs were stretched out on the bed. She was relaxed. Her eyes were closed. There was a towel under her. "Fluid came out. Water broke?" she asked.
"Likely," he said, sitting at her side and feeling her belly. The baby was well-positioned, head down.
"Here comes one," she grunted. He held her hand as the contraction wracked her body. Unlike any woman he'd ever assisted, it appeared she was enjoying the contraction. A woman's contractions used the same muscles as during sex, but for a different purpose. It seemed that the mix of pain and sexual stimulation was arousing to Colette.
"Looks like you're having fun," he commented.
"Yes, very much," she moaned.
Then the contraction was over. Colette sighed. "If this continues," she sighed happily, "I will need to ask for permission."
"That stimulating, eh? Well, then, I suppose I have good news for you. You have hours of this ahead of you. At least three hours, maybe more."
"Mon dieu!" she exclaimed. "I will need to ask for permission many times, Zach." She looked excited, expectant.
"A lot of women stand up during this part of labor and walk around," he said. "It helps the labor go faster."
"Is a longer labor dangerous to the child?" she asked.
"Not with me here to monitor the situation," he said. "There's no hurry. Listen to your body."
"Therefore, Zach, I have a request, if you don't mind," she said. "Do it to me. Please use my body to slowly have your baby."
"I see nothing wrong with that," he said. "You'll want to stay quietly lying down like you are." He didn't think there was much risk of Colette tiring, however slowly she took the birth. She was in excellent physical condition.
"Oh thank you, Zach!" she said. "Am I your brood mare?"
"You are my best brood mare," said Zach. "I filled you with my baby juice whenever I wanted and knocked you up, didn't I?"
"Yes," moaned Colette. "You knocked me up so forcefully with your baby juice. It worked!"
"Sexy talk aside, are you excited to become a mom?" asked Zach.
"Yes, very much," said Colette. "My husband and I had dreamed of having children for years. We dreamed of having me take surrogates and breeding me like a farm animal.
"This colony program was a dream come true for us. To get in, as we all did, we had to commit to a serious intention to have a family. I enjoyed the waiting before selection, not knowing what man or men my husband would breed me with. We originally planned a competition. My husband would enlist several suitable men to compete to impregnate me with their child. A paternity test after the fact would determine the winner."
"Sorry to let you down."
"Oh, no. There was some concern between us when you were the only man. My husband was pleased with you, and for me, it was even better. When Colleen encouraged us all to breed with you for practical reasons, it made me very wet. That aspect of no choice and everybody going along, that I would be one among many mares, felt delicious to me. And you proved to be such a powerful and horny stallion, Zach. I'm so proud to be propagating your genes. My husband is also very pleased."
"Well, I'm still sorry you didn't get all those hunky astronauts fucking you blind trying to knock you up. I know you would've had fun with that," Zach said. "Are you concerned about keeping your sexual predilections a secret from your children?"
"I don't see why it would be harder for me than for any parent," said Colette. "I plan for the child to know that you're the father. They should know I'm married to a man back on Earth. They'll know that I have a close relationship with Alexis. The Alexis bond can be explained to them simply as a friendship. Later it may be appropriate to say more. You being the child's father will be normal to this generation, though might need explaining later. The bond of love between my husband and I, the child can understand any way they choose."
"You're right," he said. "I'm an idiot for thinking otherwise."
"No, it was worth thinking about, Zach," she said. "Rest assured I already have." She grunted, "Another comes." The contractions were about fifteen minutes apart. She writhed and grunted for about a minute as if she were receiving cunnilingus. Despite wanting to stay cool and professional, he couldn't help getting aroused watching her.
Between contractions, they chatted amicably about the mineral deposits she'd found on Mars. He was relieved that she didn't appear to know any more than he did about being a shareholder in the company they'd formed. "Luckily, my husband is conversant in these matters," she shared.
A third contraction came, and the vibe in the room switched immediately from chatty to intensely sexual. Near the end of the minute, she was straining, reaching. Then she sighed.
"That looked like it felt nice," he said.
"Mmhm," she moaned.
Near the middle of her fourth contraction, she asked, "Please, Zach, may I orgasm?" Asking for permission to orgasm was not only a condition of her slavery, it excited her.
"You may."
"UHHHH!" she cried. "Uhumm... mmm." She became disoriented. The orgasm, or reflections of it, continued to the end of the contraction.
