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Wednesday September 26
I woke up the next morning, to the image in my mind of Susan riding my cock. Her tight hole squeezed with unaccustomed strength. The feeling was so stimulating, that I didn't even open my eyes. The image was even better than the real thing. Moving my hands to cup her small breasts, I found very small substitutes instead.
Opening my eyes in alarm, I saw in the dim light, Sandy. Her eyes were closed, and she was in her own world. I slipped into her mind as easily as I could. I found her trying to milk me of my sperm, and for her to release an egg at the appropriate time. The need to fulfill the image I had implanted in her mind last night, was phenomenal in its strength.
I was in no danger yet of giving her what she wanted most. She made short strokes, and squirmed when I was most in her. This allowed even more contact with the external nerve endings in her clits. Her little cock was rubbing into my pubic hair, and driving her crazy. I could feel on my cock, the hard little lumps that gave her so much pleasure. I stepped into her viewpoint, and could feel a cock going into my cunt, giving me twice the pleasure. My hand dropped to the juncture of our bodies, and I stroked her little cock with two fingers and a thumb. It was time to pull out of her mind now, or face the consequences. She had not been riding me long, when she was overcome with her orgasm, and fell on me. Her breathing and heart rate were very high.
Looking beside me; I saw that Amy was bent over, hoping for me to enter her, too. Pushing Sandy up, so she could use her hands on my chest, I turned to little Amy. I picked her up into the air, and lowered her little cunt to my waiting mouth. The girls held one another, as I completed Amy's first orgasm of the day. The girl was so wrapped up in Sandy's previous orgasm, that her own orgasm sent both girls off again. Turning sideways, the girls fell to the bed in each others arms. Pulling out of Sandy, I covered both of them up, as I stood and stretched. Amy half pleaded with me to make her pregnant, for she was now able to have a child.
The clock said it was about six thirty. A faint light was beginning to enter the window from the morning sun. On the bed, cuddled into one pile was Kitten. Susan's leg was over one of hers and Chris's leg over the other. Kitten's arm held Chris hand to her breast while Susan's hand held Kitten's cunt. This was more than just erotic to me. My erection had not gone down, and I was looking for some relief. With all my girls asleep I would have a difficult time accomplishing anything.
Closing my eyes for better concentration, I found that not all my girls were asleep. Walking over to the corner, I peeked into the large box my three smallest girls were laying in. One was awake, and her uncoordinated eyes tried to follow me. Bending down, I picked the precious bundle up, and walked into the bathroom. Getting the fluffiest towel, in case of accidents, I wrapped her up. We went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
The bundle was so small, it would be easy to loose the girl in the folds. She had large dark blue eyes. Small pimples had appeared on one cheek, and her hands were still wrinkly. Her long nails needed to be trimmed, before she hurt her self. My junk drawer held lots of my small odds and ends, including the nail trimmers. Being very careful, I placed her in the hollow between my legs, and used two hands to trim the nails just right. Once done, I picked her up, and then the towel. I brought her to my chest.
It had actually been a long time since I had held such a young child, and I found I enjoyed the feeling. I used my finger to stroke her small scalp. I felt the short very fine hair that, like her mother's, went down to her little bum. All three babies looked remarkably alike. Thinking of what I read in Kitten's and Chris's mind on the subject, I found that the race was old. Very little variation ever occurred now. Kitten's comments about Earth people being part Tandra, was solely due to the males of the species following some plan of their own, and making Humans the way they wanted them.
Perhaps, as the race produced such beautiful creatures, as the one in my hands, everything was all right. I carefully looked into this little one's mind. I found hunger, and a bladder ready to release. Quickly repositioning the towel, I absorbed the pent up fluids. I could feel the relief emanating from her.
Speaking of 'her', they had no names as yet. It was my job to give them theirs. The first names to come to my mind, were my mother's and my aunt's. They were fine but the first children needed something more to do with our problems and challenges. Then I remembered 'Faith, Hope, and Charity', from scriptures, I had heard when in the military. Though I was agnostic, I still felt that religion played an important part in man's social and moral development.
I turned to the doorway, and saw Kitten with a child in her arms. I could tell she was laughing at me, for some reason. I just smiled, and pulled out a chair for her to sit beside me. "Good morning, Sweetheart. How was your night?"
"I slept well, when I wasn't attacked by two women in my bed. I have not felt that loved, since I was a little girl. It seems that I missed a lot, when I had no wives, or males for my mates."
"I hope that you will not think that way with your present mate, or mates," I smiled at the thought. "You don't have just girls, you have people that love you. I see a great distinction between the two. Susan, to my knowledge, never did much, after becoming a woman."
I continued, "The day before yesterday; I thought that my life would be complete if I could have you, Chris, and Susan, as my mates. I don't like the friction between you and Chris. If this will tie each of you together, I am all for it."
Looking into the mind of the baby in her arms, I quickly gave her the damp towel. A few deft moves, and the towel was even more damp than it was before. She put the towel on the table, and clutched the child to her chest, just as I was doing.
She considered for a moment before saying, "I had not considered my feelings for Chris very closely. Her kind, the Mordis, are menials. They perform what the machines can't do. Their body is changed, to provide assistance for their new duties. There is nothing really wrong in the way she is treated."
"I saw and heard the way you, Sandy, and Amy, shun her. This looks like a clear case of prejudice, to me."
Kitten considered my words for a moment. "To be honest, there is something in what you say. But what can I do about it?"
"I want all of us to get along. Your entire race consists of just a little over two hundred individuals, here. I have been getting these uncharacteristic urges to father children. It is probably due to the way all of you, and possibly Susan, think. If I father children, they will eventually be watered down by all the Humans, in a century or so. There will be little or no difference, than those now inhabiting the Earth. That is why each member of your race is so important. Also, I happen to love Chris, very much."
Kitten sat and thought for a few moments. She did not see the Mordis the same way I did. She did become distracted. It seemed to please her that I continued to examine, and then play, with the child in my arms. The baby's grip on my finger was very strong for one, only a day old.
"I see what you mean, and I will try to treat her the way she deserves. I know she loves my children, the same as I do. For that matter, Susan loves them just as much. Sisters, would be the only ones closer."
"Give them time and I am sure they will be even closer than sisters, with you." Then, to change the subject. "Let's make the last of the formula, while the house is quiet."
We both stood up. Kitten held both babies, as she watched me prepare the formula, and the feeding apparatus. Someone was going to have to go for more formula, and food for the others in the mountain. I had only a little canned soup left, and would either have to take a long time making a home made variety, or simply buy something almost as good.
The babies in her arms were good, for they waited for the food to be prepared for them. Apparently, the prospect of food was a little too hard for them to take for long, so they started to cry. The one in the bedroom started, the same second as the two in the kitchen.
Susan and Chris sleepily came out to see what was happening in the kitchen. Susan had the other baby in her arms. Chris, I could tell, was anxious for the whereabouts of 'her' child.
Sandy and Amy came out, to see me sucking Kitten's nipples, before washing them and putting on the feeders. Sandy was happy to take Susan's baby, while I processed Susan, too. Chris's baby was given to Amy as she sat on the floor, at my insistence. I did not want the baby to fall, but also didn't want to deprive Amy of her chance to hold the child.
I was willing to bet a lot of things were going on in Susan's head, as I took my time with Chris's preparations. There was no time like the present, to show Sandy and Amy that I would treat Chris right.
With the three babies now being nursed, I set out to see what I could prepare for the people still in the mountain. "What did you girls think of the food Chris and I brought you yesterday?" More images than I could manage flooded into my mind. Apparently, the Tandra ate a variety of pastes, or fairly bland biscuits. They were happy with the old way. They would like to get the machine working, that made the right kind of food. I made what soup I had, and added a few loaves of bread, to fill them up.
It would be nice to have the girls help me delivering the food, but I had no clothing for them at the moment. Kitten had just had her babies. Susan would be able to take care of the unexpected, if anything happened. So it was either all of us, or just Chris to help me.
I nuked the bread, and picked out the only pack of arrowroot biscuits I had. The morning was bright and sunny, but the day was much colder than any of the girls were used to.
During breakfast, I talked to Susan about some things she may not have considered. "Susan? Have you thought of what our life will now be like? Considering our new neighbours, friends; and now, family? We have a wedding to plan. You own the dojo, but we need you here. I may have to leave, to make enough money to feed our new family. I don't know what will be needed in the base, to get it running the way it should. And the entire family needs warm clothes, with the coming winter."
I was right, and Susan had to think before continuing.
"I can get Mom and Dad to fill in for me, in a pinch. The dojo's staff can continue their duties, and maybe help my parents in filling in for me too. Either I will sell it, or just get somebody else to run it. I only rent the building, so all I would have for sale is the equipment."
The rest of the girls listened closely to the conversation, trying to make the most sense out of our words. Chris and Kitten held Susan's hands, conveying some of their sorrow for what their appearance had caused her.
I said, "The situation here, may eventually become known. It may be better to have all your assets in a form, you can readily use. Eventually, the base will be self sufficient, and hopefully able to protect itself better. I don't even know the capabilities of that wall I worked my way through. Also; I don't think your mom and dad would sympathize with a son-in-law, who is married to other beautiful women, too."
"There is no way they will accept that, without a lot of preparation," she said emphatically. "At least, not right away."
"Would you go back to town? Get some formula, and baby food. Get some warm clothing, and food for our new family, too. Maybe we should make a list."
"Yes, it is better that I go to get some things for them, and for myself. The ride may help clear my mind, and allow me to think better."
Soon, Chris and I took the food to our neighbours. The inhabitants were nowhere to be seen. I returned with the dirty pots, from the previous day. I was in time to see Susan, as she left on her mission in my van.
I spent my time teaching all of them the properties of the devices in the house. Popcorn worked well, again, with everyone. After some serious fighting, I was able to recover my dirty shirts, and start the wash. Sandy and Amy had a lot of fun, filling the dishwasher and turning it on. The vacuuming I was going to leave for after the babies woke up.
The radio and television did not seem to interest them at all. For a while, an old novelty of mine, nine hard steel balls, supported by two strands of thread on a frame held their attention. The internet was useless to them, unless they knew written English, or any other written Earth language.
Dog was let out for his breakfast, and a run. The brisk air almost called to me to run. Instead I went to my gym. The girls followed me downstairs, watched me run on the treadmill for twelve minutes, and then start my weight regimen. Stopping for a moment, I showed the girls how to use the treadmill to get their heart rate up. While using the nautilus, I saw Sandy go over to the free weights, and easily pick up sixty pounds. It was easily her own weight. Amy got into the action too, and picked up two hand weights of thirty pounds each. These girls were certainly very much stronger than they looked.
Talking aloud was easier for me, so I said, "Sandy, you are very strong for a girl your age. Are all Tandra, strong like you?"
Sandy hung her head at the unaccustomed complement, and sent, "I am not strong. You should see Kitten, or better yet, Chris. They are very strong."
I looked at Kitten, sitting on a bench in the corner. How had I beaten her with my Bo when she was strong enough to almost knock it from my grasp? She must have been reading my mind, for the next thing she sent was, "I was very hungry and weak, at the time. We had been working a long time, trying to get the base operational enough to feed ourselves. The main computer functions, but the guiding intelligence is gone. Food production was directly tied into its control. You also used two other unfair weapons: your scent, and the power of your mind."
"Is there anything I can do to help your base, other than provide food?"
"If you can fix the food synthesizers, it would help us immensely."
"If you were in the base, I imagine you would be working on the problem, as well." Turning to Chris I asked, "What would you be doing, if I had not kidnapped you, Chris?"
She gave me one of her smiles and sent, "The others were finding the defective parts. I was running a small fabricator, making new parts. Others would replace the units I made. There are many more modules still left to be made."
"I asked Susan to look for warm clothes for all of you. When she brings them back, we can go into the base, and try to help. Would the others object to Susan and I helping?"
Chris said, "I know most will not object. They were only waiting for our assessment of you. The base is much more comfortable, when it is running properly. At the moment, it is better to eat and sleep here. The beds we use, are all contra-gravity. But I must sleep on the hard floor there, or in the stasis pods, because they no longer function. Both places I find objectionable. Your bed is better, especially if you are in it with me."
I pictured the rectangular forms on the floor in the rooms I visited. Her image had much more light to see by. The present dim state in the facility could not be the norm. This was very exciting, and my pulse increased.
"Chris will you show me, in your mind, what you do when you are using the fabricating machine?"
I closed my eyes, and saw Chris trying to stay comfortable on one of the chair frames, that occupied one of the rooms. But I felt that any room or frame would do. Two images; one on the wall, and one in her mind, showed a close-up of two similar parts. There was no scale to judge their size. The one on the right was being constructed by an automated process. Parts, that I felt that were the size of molecules, were being guided into position. It was much the same way a brick wall was formed, around doors and windows, but at an amazing speed. When that level was done, tests were made, and a new layer was started. Chris opened her eyes and looked at me, wondering if that was enough.
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