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STORY TITLE: It's Hard Work Holding A Marriage Together

By C.D.E.

Cast:
HUSBANDVictor
WIFEBetty
HUSBAND'S Mother
HUSBAND'S Motherinlaw
Reverend Davis


CHAPTER 1: The Beginning

Readers. If you're a small cock husband, whether your
wife be beautiful or average, there will come a time when
your cocksmanship and tonguemanship will still fall short of
what she believes she needs in the way of sex. And if you
truly love her, then you have to go all out to do what it
takes to keep her, and hold the marriage together.
Believe me, it can be rough at times to do so. It's
trying. For instance, I'm babysitting our three young kids
tonight while my wife is out partying with three of her
favorite lovers. Incidentally, I might add that they are
each the real father of one of our three beautiful children.
Even though she loves me, she wanted to prove her love
to each of her lovers by having a love child from each of
them. She said if I loved her, I would support her. She
knew my love was deep for her and what better way to prove
it than agreeing to what she asked of me. As you can see, I
gave into her and now have the ultimate proof of being a
cuckold facing me everyday. Of course, I love the kids and
don't hold them responsible. Even there fathers say I'm
better for them than they are.
My wife delights in being a good piece of ass for her
big dick lovers, whom she refers to as "real men". She also
does gang bangs for them and their friends at parties too.
But no matter, when they have had their fill of her and are
through with her, she comes home to me, her loving husband,
who always welcomes her with open arms.
She always insist I tongue out her musky, slick, slimy,
dripping well fucked cunt after her outings. I'm more than
willing to prove my love to her in this manner as well as
add what I can to her sexual satisfaction by doing so. It
turns her on to have me do this, and I also have discovered
a certain joy in doing this for her also. As one sports
writer once said, it's the end game that counts. She tells
me that her lovers only warm her up for my oral efforts.
Over the years, I have come to enjoy sucking her out
more than having intercourse. Plus, with her cunt being so
stretched due to her lovers' big dicks, she doesn't get much
pleasure from my small prick anyway. Besides I'm not as
long winded as they are anyway.
Well anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. From the
beginning here's my story of my trials and tribulations in
holding my marriage together.
My name is Victor. My wife and I have been married two
years. She is a lovely well proportioned dark hair
brunette.
It was becoming obvious that my wife was becoming less
enchanted with our sex life and told me so.
"Honey, you know I love you. I love your tongue on my
pussy, but I need more to get me off. I need a good size
long cock to hump me and get me off. Maybe we should
separate a while and see if this marriage is going to work
out."
Her words devastated me. I know I wasn't well endowed,
but I thought my oral efforts made up for that. Apparently
it didn't.
I loved her so. I knew I couldn't just give up and let
her out of my life. I for sure would lose her then.
We both agreed that a marriage counselor's opinion was
best. We were concerned about the money for a
counselor, so we sought out the advice of our minister
first.
"Victor and Betty, you did the right thing to see me
first. I'm very familiar with situations like yours.
Through no fault of your own Victor, you're just not man
enough to take care of your wife's needs. And she on the
other hand, through no fault of her own, has the normal
urges of a full blooded woman. Take out your penis Victor."
"WWhat? ." I said.
"I said take out your penis. This is serious Victor.
Do as I say. We must not be shy here."
"Go ahead honey, do as the Reverend told you. He's trying to help
us." My wife added.
I took out my small prick. It was fully relaxed and
shrunken, so it was only between one and two inches long in that
state. Needless to say I was fully embarrassed as I stood
in the Minister's study with my shorts down and my cock
exposed for he and my wife's gaze.
"What size is it normally Betty?"
"About 3 4 inches long and on the skinny side, even when erect?"
"So that doesn't excite you as much as it once did, huh
Betty?"
"Well Reverend, it never really did anyway, but I was
satisfied by his, mouth. He sucks very well. So I settled
for that and just put up with his efforts with his little
thing." My wife's words really hit me hard.
"Don't dress yet Victor. You may sit. Let your pants
fall to the floor. I want your prick to stay out for a
while." The minister said in a direct, almost dictatorial
manner. I felt compelled to follow the order of this man of
the cloth. His masculine voice seemed to command attention.
He next stood up and lowered his trousers to reveal his
manhood which brought a gasping sound from both my wife and
I simultaneously.
"Is this more what you think you need Betty?" He said
walking over in front of where she sat.
"Oh yes Reverend, yes, yes, just what I need. You're
hung so beautifully." She said with obvious excitement in
her voice. His prick was about 7" relaxed and had a
perfectly formed head, which peeked out from around the
circumcised sheath.
"Come child, handle my member and tell me what you
would do with it."
As she began to talk to Reverend Davis, he stopped her
and told me not to move an inch but to sit and learn. His
stern focused look cowed me. Here again, I was mesmerized
and stilled by his voice.
My wife resumed her fondling and handling of his good
size cock as she told him how she'd like to have him inside
her. She was obviously in heat and was serious about what
she was saying.
"Don't get upset Victor, this is for the good of your
marriage." He said as he started removing her blouse and
urged her to suckle his hardening meat.
Moments later, I sat in a chair looking on, the
Reverend and my wife were in the throes of hot juicy
intercourse without any shame or guilt and virtually
oblivious to me as I sat taking it all in. What could I
say? The strange thing is that I had a hard prick, which I
handled from time to time as they so passionately sexed it up
in the study.
Thirty minutes later, they decoupled after a bit of
deep long French kisses. It was obvious she didn't want him
to get up or out of her. His almost nine inch dick, eased
out of her well fucked cunt with a soft sucking swishing
sound as air rushed back into her well stretched sloppy wet
messy pussy.
"Now do you see what your wife needs Victor?"
"YYes ssir." I replied stammering.
"But you can't give her that kind of sex can you
Victor?"
"Uh . nno ssir." I said hanging my head.
"But you liked what you saw right?" He said pointing at
my erection. My wife spotted it also.
"Reverend I think he liked watching his wife being
taken. Is that anyway for a man to respond to his wife
being sexed?"
"No, I'm afraid not Betty. But then Victor, your
concern is not about being something you can't be. Is it
Victor? Your only concern should be about being there for
your wife when she needs you. You want to be a good husband
don't you?"
"YYes sir. II do want to be a good husband."
"Step out of your pants and shorts Victor and come
here. Let me tell you what a good husband would do in this
situation."
I did as he ordered me. When I came before him his next
words shocked me. I'd never sucked a loaded wet well used
pussy before. But his insistence that this was not only the
right thing to do, but a husbandly obligation weakened my
resistance. Additionally, there was something exotic about
my wife's red swollen drippy slimy pussy lips that seemed
attractive even if nasty and messy. I felt myself losing
control as he pushed my face right into her soppy sloppy
bush that was coated with his thick abundant sperm. She then
closed her legs around my head. He and she both urged me on
as I tasted and then started slurping down mouthfuls of
their hot well mingled sex juices.
"OOOH YES! Suuuck ME! Make feel like a woman at
last!" My wife cried out as she had yet another orgasm as
she humped her sloppy cunt tightly against my face.
Later after we three had composed our selves,
Reverend Davis got me to confess that the taste of her used
cunt was palatable and that I did get pleasure from doing
that. They both chuckled as they let me know my erection
gave me away.
I wanted to sex my wife too, but the minister stopped
me and directed me to put my throbbing member away.
Sheepishly I did. My wife just smiled at my embarrent.
I couldn't believe it, she seemed to be enjoying my plight.
Reverend Davis resumed counseling us, which took the
form of a lecture to me on my new responsibilities in seeing
to my wife's happiness.
"Victor as I have demonstrated, you're the problem in
this situation. However, through your love and
understanding, you can also remedy the situation and help
your wife fulfill her needs and in the process demonstrate
not only your love but also that you want to be a good
husband. You do love your wife and you did say you wanted
to be a good husband too, didn't you?"
"Oh yes sir. I do." I replied quickly.
"Then by using the God given talents you have with your
mouth, you can provide for your wife's need in that way and
let others, who are better endowed, provide her what else
she needs. Understand Victor?"
"YYes sir . II think so." I replied meekly, being
afraid of where he was going with his train of thought. The
more he talked the more correct I was in my assumption.
"So therefore, Victor, you must not think of your
lovely wife's activities in seeing and dating other men as
adultery, but as therapy for what you can't do for her. I
expect you to do all you can to support her in her quest for
fulfillment of her needs. She'll need the help of myself
and many other men. Of course in the way of sex, your help
will be needed also, especially in the manner you performed
a few minutes ago. Now it is still required that you be
faithful and not stray from your marriage vows, while your
wife is seeking and being provided what you are unable to
give her. Understand?"
"YYes ssir". I again replied as he looked at me so
sternly. It was clear from my wife's face, even though she
held my hand tightly, she was delighted at what was going
on.
"Victor, you must be prepared to be spend many nights
at home alone until your wife returns from her outings with
other men. And when she returns, you must always greet her
with love, admiration and respect. And you must never shy
or shrink away from your obligatory duties of showing your
respect and love by being there for her if she desires to
share the love juices of her encounters with other men. I
expect you to be totally obedient in this regard, as well as
her other needs. Through your love and obedience to your
wife Victor, you two will find a deeper love in your
marriage. And Betty, it would be good of you to always
describe to your husband the activities of your dates,
especially how well endowed they are as he's orally
administering to you."
"Yes Reverend, I surely will." She said gleefully.
The good pastor also let me know that I should do more
of the household chores since my wife may not have time for
such things because of her increased activities. "As you
know, idle hands are the Devil's workshop." He said looking
at me.
"And Victor, one other thing. "You must also
expect to sacrifice in regard to normal sex. You may have
to masturbate since your wife just may be too tired to put
up with you. You must understand and accept this. However,
I'll let you two discuss and come to agreement on that. If
you can't, bring it up at our next meeting, which should be
one week from now."

CHAPTER 2: A Month Later

I'd just walked in from work. It was Friday night.
Betty and our moms were sitting at the kitchen table
chatting and enjoying coffee.
I greeted them and my wife greeted me with a warm kiss.
"Victor dear, you know I'm going out with my friends
tonight. Your dinner is in the stove."
With a subtle sigh, I acknowledged her. Knowing full
well that this was a polite way of letting me know she again
had another date tonight with one of three men she'd been
dating since our initial counseling session. She enjoyed
that the three of them knew she was dating them all. They
were coworkers from the company where she worked part time.
The three studs seemed to enjoy the arrangement and she
always made herself available to them whenever their dicks
got hard.
Needless to say, I was the one who was shortchanged in
the deal. She hasn't had time for me to get in her since
she began dating them. She always has time for me to suck
and drain their juices from her with my mouth, but is too
tired to let me do anything else. So I have to beat my
meat. This was her fifth date this week. But then, the
pastor told me I'd have to sacrifice for her happiness and
sexual fulfillment.
As I went to the bedroom to change out of my suit, I
noticed mom and my motherinlaw, Mother Jane, looked at me
in a peculiar manner. Each exhibited a smug smile. Tired,
I thought nothing more about it. As I walked away, my wife
spoke.
"Victor darling, don't eat any dessert, I'll bring you
plenty of that to eat when I come in later tonight." My
wife said as she again pecked me on the cheek and winked at
me.
Mom and Mother Jane giggled. I'm not the quickest
person, but then it dawned on me she'd told them about me
eating her out after her dates had fucked her. I was
speechless and totally humiliated as I stood before the
three of them. I didn't even know our moms knew of the open
marriage arrangement we had, less much the other details
which apparently they now knew of.
"YYou ttold them?" I asked my wife as I sat down,
feeling weak in the knees.
"Well honey, they suspected something, so I told them
the truth. I think it's better this way."
"Son you don't have a thing to be ashamed of, I think
it's cute that you suck other men's cum from your wife's
pussy." Mom said in a cheery tone.
"Yes Victor, so do I. It also shows that you do love
Betty deeply to make up for your unmanliness in such a
delightful manner."
While their comments were meant to be well meaning, I
nevertheless was thoroughly humiliated and disgraced.
Betty carried her mom home, and from there was going on
to her date. Mother stayed behind.
"Victor, I too am proud that you're doing what needs to
be done to save your marriage. Betty is a woman that
deserves what other well endowed men can do for her. You do
your part and they do theirs. That's all there is to it.
By the way, do you like the taste of her used cunt?"
"MMother pplease! II just ddo it bbecause...
WWhat are yyou ..."
"Just as I thought, your little pecker is hard as a
rock. You like the taste of spent jism." She said as she
unexpectedly grabbed the small bulge in my pants under the
table.
As she hugged me, tears of shame swelled up in my eyes.
I tried to hold back but there had been just too much
humiliation and disgrace for me to endure. Once she knew I
was teary eyed she urged me to have a good cry. It was no
use I couldn't hold back.
She held me like a little boy and helped me wipe the
tears away as they came down in torrents. Ten minutes later
I was through. I felt better, but also a little more
embarrassed.
Mom let me know that she knew this day was coming and
she's glad I did the responsible thing. She also told me
she'd also been to see Reverend Davis after my wife first
told her of the counseling.
"Dear, you and I have a counseling session with
Reverend Davis tonight. There is something else you need to
become proficient at if you are determined to hold on to
your wife. You've gone this far, you might as well go a
little further if you really want to do the right thing and
save your marriage."
After a bite to eat, she and I went to see the
Reverend. What she and he wanted me to learn caused my head
to spin.
"YYou wwant mme to ."
"Yes Victor, Fellatio will be something you may have to
do to show your wife's lovers that they can feel comfortable
in your home with your wife or that she has your blessing to
date them. I had planned to address this later, but your
mother thought it should be sooner and that you might feel
more at ease doing your first practice session with her
present than with your wife."
"And then later sweetie, after you're more comfortable
with your unmanliness, you'll be more comfortable doing it
with her present. She or her men will insist on some
cocksucking later." Mother said as she held my hand and
urged me to my knees as the pastor lowered his pants to
exhibit his giant cock which I'd seen several times to date.
"You did real well doing your first blow job dear."
Spoke mom as she pecked me on the cheek as we again sat down
at my kitchen table after returning from church.
She drove us back home, as I was still in a mild state
of disbelief and shock at what I let she and the minister
persuade me to do. They had made me a cocksucker. And the
odd thing is that it really wasn't as bad as I thought it
was going to be. However, I was still too much ashamed to
feel guilt free.
Mother insisted I talk about every aspect of my fist
blow job. She had me describe the feel of his rock hard
penis between my lips, the force of his ejaculation, the
number of spurts, how it felt to swallow his copious thick
rich cream, and so on and so on. If nothing else she did
help me get over my shame the more we talked.
"And sweetie, one valuable thing you've learned from
this is why your wife needs a real man built like the
Reverend to sex her. You've gained first hand knowledge of
the stamina and how much a load and a good fuck he can give
her as compared to you, right?"
"YYes ma'am". I replied sheepishly as she looked me
deep in my eyes smiling from ear to ear. I felt so
inadequate as even my own mom forced me to admit that I was
not a real man, even in her eyes.
This was also another nights of firsts. Before mother
left she let me have intercourse with her. I was ashamed, but
also thankful. She required me suck her out afterwards and
let me know that giving me some was my reward for doing such
a good job at giving the pastor head. She and I were
scheduled for two more sessions with him. Those sessions
were in addition to the ones Betty and I were going to. The
Pastor decided that we'd tell Betty about my cocksucking
training later.

CHAPTER THREE: A Year Later

"YYou ccan't mean that Betty. SSurely ..."
"Victor, my mine is made up. I want to have his baby."
My wife told me sternly as I sat with my head reeling. I'd
put up with so much humiliation and debasement over the past
year for her and the marriage, and now this. No matter how
much I pleaded, she refused to change her mind.
I then decided to talk to Charlie, her stud for whom
she wanted the baby from.
I got on my knees and begged him not to get her pregnant.
"Please Charlie, can't you talk her out of it. II
have done everything y'all have asked of me. BBut this is
."
"Of course I really don't want the slut. She's a good
fuck, but I'm not in the mood to be a dad. But the idea of
impregnating her does have a certain appeal. No Victor, I'm
not going to change her mind. Now you know she just might
pick Jim or Theo to do her too. And you have to be on the
watch out for her leaving you if you don't come around."
His words only added to my misery. Would she really
leave me?
He looked at me pathetically as I was getting off my
knees and getting ready to leave.
"Hey stay there! You might as be useful while you're
here. My dick's hard from all this talk about the bitch.
Here suck it for me."
To some it may be perverted for me to do that for him,
but over the last year, I've sucked him and other of my
wife's lovers when she wanted me to or when they stopped by
and she wasn't at home. So tonight I was just doing it one
more time."
As I drove home with Charlie's hefty load of jism in my
gut, I knew I couldn't bear the thought of my wife leaving.
Upon arriving home, our mother and Reverend Davis was
there.
They all greeted me warmly. Betty and I sat together
on the love seat holding hands as everyone was basically
trying to convince me that what my wife desired was okay.
As I looked at her and recalled all the times she'd
come back to me used and full of her regular lovers as well
as other strange men's fuck juices, my heart always leapt as
we embraced and I lapped and loved and cleaned her up with
my mouth.
I was in the background, playing second fiddle and
always getting all her leftover love and her many lover's
lusty leavings, but yet I loved her. I had been faithful to
her. She and the Reverend didn't consider my occasional
couplings with mom being unfaithful, but more like mother
and son quality time, since it was clear I was a mama's boy.
"Victor, it would be the highest proof of love you
could show your wife and your fellow man, by agreeing to her
having his baby. Seeing his seed growing and swelling in
her will cause you to love her more, knowing that she is
happy being swollen with his child but yet married to you."
"The Reverend is right Victor, you can't expect your
wife to be happy pregnant if she's not happy getting
impregnated by the man she wants to do it to her. And baby,
you know it's not you." Mom's words hurt, but I knew what
she said was true.
"I do love you honey, but you know you'll never be able
to give me the kind of fuck that will reached the back of my
pussy and bang up against my cervix and force that hot seed
right in me. Being a woman, you just don't know what a
wondrous and joyful feeling that comes from being knocked up
by the man that sexes you that way."
We kissed passionately after her eyes became teary upon
describing her feelings.
"I love you Victor, and you're good to me. But I need
my other men, my real men. I could never be happy with us
having a baby, unless one of my real men gave it to me."
She spoke softly to me.
I was hurt, felt defeated, but yet knew I still loved
her. As we continued to embrace, I quietly pondered what to
do. I could go for divorce, but that really wasn't a choice
since I had so much invested in my marriage.
I could feel the eyes of the others in the room.
Feeling helpless and vanquished by my destiny, I softly
capitulated to my wife's wishes to get pregnant by her
lover.
The others in the room were all smiles at my surrender.
They were the kind of smiles that knew I'd been beaten and
conquered and once again forced into a situation with
guaranteed humiliation for me.
I'd sunk so low in my attempts to hold on to her. I'd
assumed that things couldn't get any get any worse in me
trying to hold our marriage together.

CHAPTER 4: FIVE YEARS LATER

I'd just put our two year old to bed and am keeping our
four year old occupied as my wife is preparing to go out
with one of her latest steady lovers. She now has three who
consume almost all her time.
She let me know tonight that she plans to have a baby
from him also, as she has done with her other two favorite
studs.
As with the second baby, she didn't ask, but told me.
She knew my will was too broken to mount any serious
resistance to her. Our mothers and the Reverend assisted
greatly in my not only accepting my being a cuckold but also
my complete submission to my wife's desires and needs.
However, this time I pleaded with her to consider the
consequences and the further humiliation and debasement it
would cause me if she had this third child.
"Betty dear, Iit's bad enough now when I go out and
people know that the kids don't look anything like me, but
if you ..."
"I am, and you'll just have to be the proud daddy as
you have with the our other two kids darling."
She kissed me, told me she loved me, and let me know
her decision was final and that there was to be no further
discussion. I knew better than to challenge her anymore.
Changing subject, she then told me a list of chores she
wanted done before I went to bed.
I was feeding the four year old when my wife's date
came to pick her up. As was usual, I kept the kitchen door
partially closed to keep him from being seen by our
daughter. However, I peeked out as the handsome well built
black man, named Steve, greeted my wife with a fervent
wet French kiss and ran his hands all over her shapely ass.
He saw me out of the corner of his eye and winked and
waved at me as they stilled embraced. I meekly waved back,
feeling totally helpless, and simultaneously with my cock
swelling in my pants. I knew I'd have to jerk off after
putting our daughter to bed. My wife and he looked so exotic and
passionate in each other's arms, as their contrasting skin
hues added to the lusty sight before me.
Steve and I knew each other. I've eaten his cum from
her pussy numerous times as well as sucked his big dick for
her.
As I went about my chores, I thought constantly about
Steve and my wife. I guess I knew it would come to this, but
didn't want to admit to the fact that she would have a black
baby for us. I was horrified at the thought of bringing the
baby to church and feeling the stares of our neighbors and
friends. They already think I'm the lowest level of a wimp.
This will only serve to validate it.
Even though my mind is walking through all the abject
humiliation I'm certain to face, my prick is stiff as a
fireplace poker.
After reading our daughter her bedtime story and
tucking her in, I relaxed a bit with a stiff drink. I
decided to call mom.
"I thought you'd be calling me sweetie . Yes she told
us." Mom told me in an upbeat unsurprised tone of voice.
"BBut mother, ddo you know what'd be like for me to
claim I'm the father? WWhy II'd llook like the bbiggest
fool."
"I understand dear. You know how she likes to tease you
a bit from time to time. But she thinks telling the truth
might be the best thing."
"TThe truth?"
"Yes! We'd have the pastor announce in church that due
to problems at home Betty yielded to temptation, strayed,
and got pregnant from her black lover. But you, the loving
devoted husband, very much in love with her, would not hear
of an abortion, forgave her, and accepted the child as your
own."
Quietly, I thought about it. `I may even come out of
this as a respected cuckold', I thought to myself.
Mother and I talked a while longer before hanging up.
My mind was still reeling. I knew the scenario she'd
painted more than likely would be the way things pan out,
especially since it involved the Reverend.
If the past was any indication, I knew after she's
confirmed her impregnation, the Reverend would be by to "pray"
with her in
our bedroom. He always makes sure I'm home for these
"prayers".
Afterwards he seems to relish telling me to "tend to my
wife". As he's leaving or playing with our the kids, I go
suck up his lusty mess. My wife is always in seventh heaven
when I do this. I guess that's really what counts.
The Reverend was also a prime influence in my wife's
and our mother's decision to use corporal punishment to
"keep me in line".
Here's what happened one time. The women thought I was a bit too
outspoken and "sassy" to my wife about her not spending much
time with me, as compared to the time she spent with her
lovers and their friends.
My wife accused me of being uncooperative and
juvenile.
"Maybe you need to be taught a good lesson about your
proper place young man!" Mother stated authoritatively.
"I agree! Victor, you just seem to be creating
unnecessary turmoil. If you're going to be childish, maybe
you need to be treated like one. Maybe you need a little
thrashing to help you remember your place". My Mominlaw
added.
The idea caught like wildfire. Before I knew what
happened, they had agreed that I would be given 15 strokes
of the cane after dinner after I put the baby to bed. This
happened about 7 months after our first child was born
Charlie's baby, remember?
I saw in their collective eyes they were dead serious.
I meekly and quietly completed serving dinner.
As I was bathing and preparing the baby for bed, mother
went home to her house and returned with the short whippy
cane she'd used on me frequently in my youth.
As I walked down the stairs, all three were taking
turns practicing using the awesome instrument, whose sting I
was rather familiar with. At 27 I didn't want to experience
such a thing again. I ran out with only car keys and drove
to the Church. I was in luck, the Reverend greeted me. "My
son, whatever is the matter."
I told him the situation.
"I was just coming by your place. I was feeling the
need to come by and pray with your wife". He said with a
snide smile. "C'mon, lets go back, I'm sure I can
straighten this matter out to everybody's satisfaction."
He inspired confidence in me as he spoke and patted me
on the back.
When we arrived, my wife was expecting the Reverend.
However, all three women were furious at me for running
away. I was accused of not being "man enough" to take my
punishment.
I stood behind the Reverend as the three stated their
accusations. I had faith they would listen to the minister
and that he would save me from what they had planned for me.
Was I wrong.
"Victor, is it true what they say?" He inquired.
"Well sir, II did say that sshe could at least spend
one night home with me this week. II didn't mean to sound
brash oor angry. IIt just came out the wrong way. II'm
sorry Betty." I said apologetically.
"It's a bit late for that. It's going to take a lot
more than that to atone for what you did." My wife said as
she swung the cane though the air with a swishing noise. A
chill of terror ran down ran down my back as I shuddered.
"Victor, remember when you were told that you would
have to make sacrifices to be the husband it took to help
your wife fulfill her needs expected in a marital union, and
for which you were unable to provide?"
"YYes sir." I replied meekly.
"Well then, it just looks like you forgot, that's all.
Am I right son?"
"YYes sir."
"And you don't want to forget that again do you?"
"Oh! NNo Sir." I replied quickly hoping he'd found a
way out for me.
"Well then, what the women want to do is to make sure
you don't forget again. And since you want the same thing,
I see no reason why you shouldn't accept the little reminder
they want to give you. I think it will definitely help your
memory."
By the time I'd figured out I'd been duped and
outfoxed, he and the three women were leading me the
basement.
Mother had one hand and he the other. The were both
too strong for me. They literally carried me down the
stairs. I pleaded and begged. My wife warned me it would
be even worse if I woke the baby.
As the minister held me down across a cot with my face
buried in a pillow to muffle my screams, my wife and our
moms each took their turns on my quivering grating naked ass
cheeks. All I remember was "SWISH!" "CRACK" and the
feeling of fire wherever the slender rod impacted. This
happened 18 times.
When all was satisfied that I'd been punished properly
I was allowed to stand and thank the Reverend and my three
smiling inquisitioners. I was sobbing profusely with tears
raining down my face. I begged for forgiveness and thanked
them almost simultaneously. The other most embarrassing
thing was the raging erection I had. Everyone noticed it
and commented how I too agreed with my punishment. At that
moment I wanted to crawl in a hole and bury myself.
As my wife led the Reverend to our bedroom, our moms
removed their dresses and panties and had me pay oral homage
to their very moist hairy cunts.
After I'd gotten both of them off several times, mother
then had me come over her knees and administered ointment on
my ravaged backside. Even though the ointment was soothing,
the mere application of it was also painful. I knew I'd be
feeling the effects of my whippings for days to come. The
welts were just so pronounced.
"You won't be forgetting your place anytime soon will
you baby?" She said with a slight chuckle.
"NNo ma'am". I replied in a docile and tame manner.
Every since that first time, it has been about every
six months or so the three women find some excuse to cane
me. I seem to sense when my whipping is coming. No matter
how careful I am in doing the household chores or anything
else, I end up getting severely punished. I've just come to
accepting this as something the three of them get turned on
doing, and that I'm their vehicle to get their jollies.
I accidentally came to this conclusion after finding a
book at mother's when my wife loaned me out to her to
thoroughly clean her place. A WOMAN'S BOOK: THE PLEASURES OF
SEEING WEAK MALES HUMILIATED AND PUNISHED was the title.
Everything fell into place. I now knew why mom seem to
delight in my emotional and physical humiliation. The worse
part were notes in the book that confirmed that I was
masochistic and that she was just being the good mother to
give me what I needed. I wept, but secretly knew she was
right.

CHAPTER 5: OUR THIRD CHILD

Just as mother had said, the scenario she'd explained
10 months before, was the one that played out. Our
beautiful black baby son was christened by the Reverend
after he announced the scheme to the congregation.
I was surprised at how many people gave us well wishes
and congratulated me on being the man I was. My wife was
also praised for her courage. It was really the first time
I've felt respect by our neighbors, even though I realize
they still laugh at me and secretly say what a milquetoast
cuckold wimp I am.
My wife has let me know that there will probably be no more
kids. However, she is still stepping out to fulfill the
needs my tongue can't provide her. I of course do the
babysitting, house hold chores and faithfully wait for her whenever
she returns, and continue to do whatever it takes to maintain the
household and keep my marriage together.

THE END


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Days Before

Journal Entry 292 / 00000

Mettare 00000

"You're showing signs of obsession," Fawn observed calmly.

"You mean, I've never shown signs of obsession before?" I asked, leaning
back in the leather armchair that dominated my office. "Fawn, if we're
right I'm going to spend most of eternity with plenty of company, but
today is my thirtieth birthday and I haven't seen another human face in
nearly four years. I'm lucky I haven't gone crazy."

"Your dedication to your selfproclaimed project is impressive. I don't
understand why you have a need now for company, and I don't understand
why you want this particular woman."

"One, because she's female. I would hardly get along so well with another
man, Fawn. Two, because if the legends are right she has exactly the
resources I need. And three, because I feel sorry for her. Is the last
one okay with you, miss AI? Abused, battered, raped and abandoned... you
think I'm not supposed to feel sorry for her? By the way, how's my
ancient Greek?"

Fawn paused. If she could sigh, I swear I would have heard one right then,
but Fawn is relatively bereft of sentimental emotions. "Your Greek is
fine. It had better be with the way I've been teaching you. I have the
location you want in all seven coordinates."

"Thank you, Fawn." I turned the chair around and headed down to the hanger
bay, where Fawn sat waiting in the Destiny. How she moved around like
that was beyond me; even more beyond me was why she moved at all. Just
hook a data coupling to her and she was happy; why she drew no power was
another of those things I had long ago decided not to question. She did
what I wanted.

Pendor! I could open up the skylights and watch it spinning, illuminated
by the only star in this tiny, pocket universe. According to Fawn, this
universe hadn't even existed until we came here; the introduction of four
photons moving at odd angles to one another defined the new space. With
the dumping of our G7 (previously G8) star here, the universe was now
expanding as a sphere, at three hundred thousand kilometers every second.

I don't even know where the word came from; everything else I made
a conscious effort to name but where the word 'Pendor' came from was
beyond me. As I passed through the observatory I looked out onto the
silently turning ring, complete with land, water, and air... and still
lifeless. And this mineralheavy rock that my operational base sat on,
once a tectonically stable planet in its own right until Fawn and I
had mined it clean for its internal resources, slowly orbited the star
'Pin' inside the orbit of the ring. I couldn't help it; just looking
at it, only onethird complete but still an incredible achievement of
imagination and engineering, brought tears to my eyes.

The shuttlecraft 'Destiny' and it's sister ship 'Density' sat side
byside in the enclosed bay. I climbed into the first one and sat down
in the pilot's chair, taking a few moments to refamiliarize myself with
the controls. "Ready, Fawn."

The airlock opened slowly, and with a gentle turn of the autoZ dial
we rose above the equally airless surface of Ops. "I'm ready for the
transition," Fawn announced.

"Then do it."

Like blinking my eyes, I was suddenly staring out the front viewport at a
sky full of stars. "Terra is to plusx, minusz. To your left and below,
in other words. As always, we have no telemetry," Fawn announced.

"Gotcha," I said. Banking with a slight roll, I looked down and located
the islands of what would someday be known as Greece. "Can you give me
an illustration of Ida on a map, Fawn?"

"Right there," Fawn announced. "Screen three."

I glanced up and over at the screen she indicated, looking at the map.
"Give me an approach to Ida then, and let's take her in."

"Approach plotted. How's that?"

I glanced at the display. "Perfect," I said. I rolled back to a planar
attitude and pitched forward, firing the engines. "We're going down."

Twenty minutes later the countergravitics were stirring up the water off
the coast of the island of Ida. Outside the window I could see the island
itself, a long, sloping hillock of bright green grass, slowly emerging
from the ocean. Further up the side of the hill I could see a treeline,
and then it seemed to drop out of sight. "Looks like the kind of place
I'd like to retire to someday," I joked. "Beautiful country, though."

Fawn scanned the horizon carefully, watching for ships, observers on the
island, anything. "We're looking for 'the caves off the rocky coast of
Ida,'" I said.

"That implies it might not actually be on Ida itself."

"I know," I growled. "Don't remind me."

"I have a geological construction that might be 'The Caves of Ida."

"I hear a 'but.'"

"You can't reach them without going for a swim."

"Break out the SCUBA gear," I chuckled. "That's not too hard."

"I'm powering up a drone in case you need help."

"I won't need help," I insisted. "What's the water like?"

"Seventyfour degrees Fahrenheit," she said. "Amazingly warm for this
clime."

"Would you recommend a wet suit?"

"Only the very lightest," Fawn replied. "Soft neoprene would be fine."

"Got it," I said, jumping into the back compartment. "Head as well?"

"Not important," Fawn replied. "And the visibility underwater seems to
be optimal."

"Lack of pollution," I said, pulling the jacket closed and zippering up.
"How close are we?"

"I've moved us to just at the opening of the caves and am about to set
us down on the water." An accompanying 'boom' acknowledged that we had
'landed.' "We don't have a moonpool, Ken, so I recommend you go out the
top hatch and jump in."

"What's the depth?"

"Where we are? Ten meters. No threatening life forms."

"Thank you," I said, stuffing some extra hardware into a waterproof pack
and sealing up. After assembling the tanks and regulator and assuring
that I had a good supply, I said, "Ready?"

"Be careful, Kennet."

"I'll be fine, Fawn. I'll be back before you know it. And I have my
telemetry and radio rig."

"You know I'll be watching."

"I know." I climbed up the ladder and up onto the slowly rocking roof
of the shuttlecraft. Looking around, first without my mask, I breathed
in the warm, clean air. "Terra, pristine and clear." I saw some birds
flying on the island nearby, and laughed. One thing we will never get
rid of, though, is the damned seagulls.

I gave beautiful Ida one last glance before jumping into the water. I
always see this bright red button in my imagination when I do things
like that, with a finger poised over it. The button is labeled 'COMMIT.'

The splash surrounded me and bubbles followed me down as I kicked and
regained control. Clearing my head, I looked around for the opening
of the caves Fawn had indicated. I could see for miles; visibility
was incredible.

After I found the opening, I eased myself into it. I started to feel
anxious; I knew of too many people who had died cavediving, running out
of air and slowly strangling to death. The idea made me shiver. I knew,
though, that if Fawn had the slightest idea I was in trouble she would
send an army of drones down here to blast their way to me and rescue me.

Flashlight in hand, I made my way through what seemed to be a deliberately
if roughly hewn passageway. After what seemed like forever (a glance at my
watch told me fifteen minutes), I started to notice more light around me.
I stopped for a minute, turning off the flashlight and waiting for my
eyes to adjust. After a while I felt secure enough to move on, making
my way on just the bioluminescence around me.

The light brightened appreciably after a moment, and I looked up. Through
the water I could see what looked like a dome of light, and I decided
that, if this wasn't the place, I had to at least be close. I surfaced.

A cliche', I mused, looking around. A small grotto, filled with air
and covered is glowing mosses. The air had a stale taste to it, and a
strange smell, like fresh bread. Except for the lack of a rock in the
center of the pool, this might have been the place Bilbo and Gollum had
their famous duel of riddles.

I took my mask, fins, and rig off and found a place for them on the shore.
Hopping up onto the beach strewn with black and grey stones, I looked
around, that odd bread smell nagging me. Then an old line from a song by
The Who ran through my mind, and I scrabbled for my radio. "Fawn," I said.
"Can you hear me?"

"Clearly," came her voice over the radio.

"I'm fine. I'm going to need you to send me the drone with a medical
support kit two, with as much glucose and water as you can possibly get
it to carry."

"On its way."

I hummed the song that had come to mind, "Cache', Cache'," looking for
my perspective target. She had to be here somewhere. "Waking up cold to
the smell of bread," I said aloud, still searching. I found her.

Comatose, I found her lying against a large boulder at the far end of
the pool from where I had come up. Her hair was matted and bedraggled;
insects crawled over her body. She wore a rotted tunic that barely covered
her shoulders and apparently reached down to cover her knees when she
stood. Even through the ruin, though, I could see what had once been a
very beautiful woman. I checked for heartbeat, pulse, breathing. There
was some. With my flashlight I checked her eyes; they still contracted
under contact from light. There was still a chance. A pool of water had
collected around her, and that worried me.

The drone erupted from the water in a sheaf of bubbles and a slight
spray. Behind it was a large bag filled with the medical supplies I
had requested.

"Fawn, will these things even work on her?"

"I have no idea," the AI replied.

"Great," I said. I tapped her arm at the elbow, trying to get a vein
to stand up. I felt relieved when I found one. Fitting the IV quickly,
I rigged the stand up overhead and began a fast drip of water and glucose
into her arm.

One of my medical teachers once told me that starvation and dehydration
were among her favorite things to treat, because, as she said, "You fit
an IV into their arm and they're up an running like nothing ever happened.
The family thinks it's a miracle."

My patient didn't come around so easily. I fretted over her for nearly an
hour, feeling better as her heartbeat appeared to get stronger, and her
eyes started moving again, albeit under their lids. "Sleep?" I asked Fawn.

"How should I know? Could you rig me some telemetry maybe?"

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"Don't bother," Fawn replied. "To accurately determine a sleep state
I'd need either visual confirmation or EEG, neither of which you have
the hardware for."

"If you say so."

"It's all I can say right now."

"Thanks," I said grumpily.

I waited further. At least I felt now that goddesses responded to
intravenous feeding. Or hoped they did. She did seem to be getting better,
a pink glow returning to her cheeks. She still seemed more pale than
was healthy.

It occurred to me that I hadn't even thought to question that the woman
before me was brilliantly Caucasian. Blond, loosely curled hair with
just a touch of goldenred to it framed a rounded face now made haggard
by her selfinflicted wasting.

I had my back to her, putting some of my gear away (I had recently
developed a bit of a neatness complex. I have no idea why.), when I
heard a small whimper, then a cough. I turned around quickly.

"Hey," I breathed. "Calm down. Everything is fine."

She coughed. I winced; that didn't sound good. "Who," she said, her
voice rasping, "Who are you?"

I smiled. "My name is Kennet."

She coughed again. "My arms... they hurt."

"I'm putting medicine into you."

She looked down. "That's... that's not possible yet."

I smiled. "You really do know medicine, don't you?"

"Feeding someone through their veins... we have no medicine for that.
Apollo said it was silly to teach me because nobody I knew would ever
be able to do that."

"Apollo, huh?" I said, grinning.

"You don't believe in the gods?" she asked, her voice cracking and
sometimes collapsing into a whisper.

"Let's just say I might be one, and having been one, I'm not impressed."

She watched me curiously. "Where are you from?" she asked. "How did you
find me?"

"Where I am from," I said softly, "Is difficult to say. I am from an
airless, waterless ball of rock that floats near another star. I am from
the future, and have not been born yet."

She looked at me with no comprehension. "You are a god."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I can't take that from you, Oenone."

"You do know my name, then."

I nodded. "I came looking for you."

"Why?" she asked, surprised.

"Oenone, I will not be born for two thousand years. One thousand years
from now, barbarians will come and destroy a library in Persia, a library
containing the greatest writings, the highest record of these islands
and their learnings. Your legends will burn, and only echoes of who you
are will reach my ears. You are mentioned only in the glossing, Oenone,
as the wife of Paris before he became important.

"Yet, enough of your story survives to tear my heart from my chest.
Oenone, I cannot undo the wrongs that have been done to you, but I want
to take you away from this world. I have a dream that I want you to help
me fulfill. I will be honest with you I want you there for your skills
and powers, I want to use you for my goal."

She looked away. "I cannot. Please..."

"Oenone, please. Let me convince you my goal is worthwhile. Let me show
how much I want you there. I..." I reached out to touch her cheek. "I
think you're very beautiful."

"Not so beautiful to hold him to me," she whispered. She looked up,
snarling, "If you want beauty, go seek Helen."

"Helen pales compared to you, Oenone. She is like mead; one cannot survive
on mead, no matter how light and sweet it may be. One requires real food.
Of all the women in Paris' life, who was true to him? You were. And
did he reward you? He spurned you, is responsible for Korythus' death,
and turned to you only because he needed you to heal him."

"That is no less than what you want. You said you need me. You want to
use me. Are you better than Paris again?"

"No," I said sadly. "I cannot be better than Paris. I cannot measure
up to the man Zeus called 'The most beautiful man in the world.' And
I cannot promise you what they call 'faithfulness' here, because that
won't be the faithfulness in my world."

She looked at me; the IV was doing its job well, because her eyes had
cleared and she looked me over with intent. "Tell me your dream."

I laid it out before her, weaving with words that sometimes had no meaning
to her, my entire dream of Pendor, of the people I wanted to live my
life with, of the peace I wanted to know. Of the difficulties. And of
the powers of a goddess who was born with the power to make the waters
do her bidding, and who had learned medicine and prophecy beyond those,
and of what she could do for me.

Talking like that makes me enthusiastic, rhapsodic. She looked up at me,
reaching up with a hand. "Kennet, you will take me away from this place?"

I kneeled down in front of her, brushing a lock of her hair away from
her face. "Oenone, daughter of Oenus, I will take you to a place where a
century of peace will let you forget Paris and Helen and Ida and Troy,
and when you again hear of Terra it will be millennia removed from
this age. Troy will be swallowed in a sea of sand, and teachers will
dig over those sands for their amusement."

She looked up. "Take me there."

"I warn you. The beginning is not going to be easy."

"I do not want easy. I do not want to die, and nothing here holds me to
life. Perhaps you will have something that does."

I smiled. "Thank you, Oenone. I can never repay you for your first simple
'Yes.'"

She scowled. "You will find a way. Where is your vessel?"

"Outside these caves. Come on." I gave the drone the medical bag, and we
followed it out, picking our way through the rocky passageway. Emerging
into the sunlight, I blinked, looking back and making sure that Oenone
was still following me. As I surfaced, blinking yet again, I spotted
the Destiny a few hundred meters away and began swimming for it. She
followed. The drone was already clambering up the ladder when I got
there, and Oenone followed close behind. "This is your vessel?" she
asked suspiciously.

"This is my ship, yes."

"It does not look much like a ship." She bobbed in the water, looking
healthier by the second. Maybe it was the sunlight.

"It is, trust me. Come on." I made my way up the ladder. At the top,
however, a pair of feet grabbed my attention. I looked up along the
legs attached to those feet, and finally took in the sight of a large,
powerfulseeming woman standing over me. "Come up, little godling. We
have something to discuss."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Come here first."

"I think you'd better do what she says, Ken," Fawn's voice came from an
external speaker. "She's got me pretty frozen."

Concerned about the kind of power that could 'freeze' Fawn, I made my
way up to the roof of the Destiny, as the woman made room for me. As
Oenone reached the top of the ladder, "Reah!"

"Oenone," the woman now identified as "Reah" acknowledged. "Are you well?"

"I am, Great Mother."

At least five centimeters taller than I, this woman with dark and curly
hair, her arms crossed in front of her, a long blue tunic flowing out
behind her without wind radiated such a sense of power that I felt myself
compelled to admit that maybe, just maybe, I was dealing with an honest
'god' of some sort. Or, at least, a power I didn't have at my beck and
call. "Now then, little godling, do you know who I am?"

I thought for a second, trying to remember who Reah was. "The Titan Reah,
mother of Zeus."

She smiled. "You are correct. You are threatening to take one of my
children offworld without her knowing the full import of her acts."

"Reah, she's going to die if I don't."

"Maybe that is her destiny."

"Really?" I said. "Is that what your prophecy says, Reah?" I pointed to
Oenone. "Is the skill you gave her so small you can't tell? That is your
particular skill, isn't it, Reah? Prophecy?"

"Do not meddle with me, Kennet Shardik. I have learned much about you
from your meddlesome clockwork."

I grinned. 'Clockwork' was anachronistic for Reah; she shouldn't have
known it as a word. 'Clocks' didn't exist in ancient Greece. "I asked
her to come of her own free will, and she does so with what knowledge
I have given her. Is that so wrong? Did I lie to her?"

"We are not meant for the stars."

"I've been there, Reah. I've been there and back. Oenone wishes to get
away from this little ball of rock. Mine is much less prettier right
now, but that will change with time. She can help me. Tell me, Reah, how
much of your pantheon is built on use? How much of life is built on how
'useful' Artemis is, or Eris, or yourself? Can't Oenone offer something
just as useful, just as beautiful, to my world and my people as you do
to yours?"

Reah seemed thoughtful. She looked over at Oenone, then crossed the deck
to lift Oenone's face up to look at her. Something passed between them,
but if I could find words to express it I would. It was simply ineffable.
Then she turned to me. "Kennet Shardik, I am warning you. I taught Oenone
onethird of her skills out of love. She is a child of mine. My grandson
abused her body, and a man my son admired abused her spirit and her love.
She has nothing that is unbruised. So listen, young godling. Your powers
are vast, vaster even then my whole pantheon, because they are backed
by your dream, a plan so audacious there is no mind in this era that
could hold it. I wish you good work, and I hope you find Oenone useful
to you and she find your ways useful to herself. But if you harm her
in any way, I will reach across the centuries and the stars to strangle
the life out of you with my own hands."

I gulped as the sun itself seemed to dim against her promise. Finally
I nodded. "I understand."

Her hand brushed my cheek, and my whole body lit up as if on fire. "Do
not be afraid. You are a good man, Kennet Shardik."

"I hope so, Reah."

"Go, both of you." I clambered down into the Destiny, Oenone following
behind me anxiously. "Close upper hatch," I said the moment she was clear.

"Closing. That was truly Reah!"

"Yes it was," I said. "Or at least, an amazing simulation. Let's get
out of here."

"I have full power."

"Hold on," I said. "We'll strap in. Oenone, sit in that chair." The
rather confused little nymph sat down in her chair timidly, looking
surprisingly fetching in what seemed a fullyhealed state, but her dress
torn and tattered, exposing much of her body to my eyes.

I reached over to her and helped her buckle in. "Safety first," I said.
She smiled at me wanly. "Full power, Fawn."

The ship lifted nosefirst from the water, and then with a powerful kick
we were skyborne. I looked over at Oenone. Her face was one of sheer
terror. "Celebren!" she gasped.

I grinned and paid attention to flying. "Transition in ten seconds,"
Fawn announced. I nodded as the countdown continued. When it reached
"now" the sky blanked and suddenly we were over Ops. "We're ready for
the landing," I announced.

"Copy," Fawn replied.

"Landing," I said. "Home again, home again, jiggetyjig." I laughed
softly as the shuttlecraft was once again pulled below the surface of
Ops and the doors closed over us.



"It's all so much!" Oenone said with a gleeful giggle as she dove into
the beautiful pool of waters that stretched out in front of us. "I do
not believe how much power I have had here!"

"Millions of years have been compressed for us by traveling forward,"
I said, sitting by the edge of the pool as she swam naked through the
waters. "You and I, we have only watched six years, Oenone, but for
Pendor, millions have slid by as Fawn has pulled us along, stopping as
I order to make sure that life is taking the path I most intend for it
to take. The azzies keep the process moving forward while culling those
lines that might compete eventually with my plans."

She swam over to me and folded her arms over the rock I sat upon,
holding her head out of the water. "Centaurs first?"

"I've already begun work on them," I said. "I've even chosen the field
where they will be released."

She frowned slightly and then disappeared under the water. Knowing full
well she could hear me, I said "Something wrong?"

"I do not want... visitors."

"They're not visitors. They're going to be my children, Oenone. They're
going to be the people I bring up into the world. Reah called me a
godling, and I'm going to prove her right. I'm going to create a life
where there was none."

She walked out of the pool and sat down next to me, her limpid curls
dripping with water. She touched my cheek gently, her fingers cool. "I
have had the most peaceful six years of my life here. I have been allowed
to be alone, and to be at peace. I have left my old life behind, Kennet,
and all for you."

"I couldn't have reached this," I said, gesturing around, "If you hadn't
been there at the start. The power you wield when nobody limits you is
unbelievable, I agree."

"That does not matter," she whispered. "I did as you asked, and you did
as I asked. There is no bargain between us anymore. I have no right to
ask you to cut your dream short because I like Pendor the way it is now,
alone, pristine, unmolested."

"And I won't do it anyway," I said firmly. "Forgive me for being
imperious, but on that I am adamant. You will not get me to give up the
gene tanks."

"I did not think so," she smiled. "Can you... Can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Find me a place where I will not be bothered."

I nodded. "How about on Pandora?"

"Anywhere," she said. "On Pendor, Pandora... just, somewhere silent,
pleasant. I do not want to be here when the Centaurs are decanted. I
want to be far away, where I can forget."

"Do you want the library?"

She smiled. "Yes, I would like a copy of the library."

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"If ever an age comes when Pendor falls, I will have some responsibility
for putting it all back together again," she replied. "I am prepared
for that eventuality. And, I trust you, Kennet. Pendor will not fall."

"Is that hope or prophecy?"

"I will not say," she said, smiling at me, then diving back into
the water. I hauled out the little folding terminal I carried around
nowadays and waited for the connection to solidify. After a few minutes,
I located a clump of isolated islands on Pandora with good weather. I
ordered that the five nearest Shipping SDisks be removed from around
those islands, that one of the moderatesized islands on the outskirts
of that clump be selected as a construction site, and that a robot team
head there the second one was free. I spent about an hour working up site
characteristics and construction, and when I was done I had something that
was more Roman in outlay, but I retained the Classic Greek construction,
as near as possible.



"You have pitched a tent?" she asked, looking at the unlikely construction
that reigned over much of the meadow. "And you have brought those awful
machines."

"They're sleeping," I said. "In a few days, the Centaur are going to
wake up under this shape. It's up to them what they do next; hopefully,
they'll learn that if they want to live in something other than this,
they'll have to build it themselves. Halloran will only teach them; they
will have to do with what they learn. That's why I built such powerful
curiosity into them."

"I came to thank you," she said.

"You're leaving, then?"

She nodded slowly. "I am going to my home on Pandora to stay this time. I
have learned, from you, that I have much to do with myself before I want
to face the world. I have hated enemies to forget, and to bury. And I
have to learn that I can never love you."

"Oenone!"

She shook her head. "No," she said. "Do not disagree with me, Kennet. I
can never possess you the way I want to. You are destined for different
loves and a different life." I listened intently. What she said next
angered me, though. "I was merely a tool to you, I know."

I reached out and seized her arm. "Listen to me, Oenone. I love you. Do
you understand that? I don't ever want to think of myself as someone who
just uses people and then throws them away. I love you. I can never give
you myself, alone; I am too much inclined to share, and too much life in
which to do all that sharing. But you've given me every reason to respect
and treasure you, and none to hate you. You're so incredibly beautiful
that I can understand Apollo's losing control of himself." I realized
what I had just said and released her arm, looking away. "I'm sorry."

Her hand touched my shoulder gently. "Kennet, if you were to ravish me,
I would cry your name with pleasure while it happened. It takes a strong
man to be what you are."

I turned and looked into her face. "Oenone, what kind of strength does
it take to admit that I'm a coward?"

"Coward?" she laughed. "Cowards do not confront cowardice, Ken. You are
an honorable and gentle man, Kennet." Her hand slipped down the front
of my shirt, and then I felt her warm breasts pressed against my back
through the soft flannel of my shirt. "I wish you would accept one night
with me before we go our separate ways."

"Destiny, here, now," I said. The small shuttlecraft appeared in front of
us. I turned, swept Oenone off her feet and boarded it. "Her place." The
shuttlecraft literally teleported itself until we were on the beach of
her home. The sun was brilliant outside, and I ran, still carrying her,
together into the sunlit Atrium with it's brilliantly clear and beautiful
pool of polished blackandwhite marble and the tunnel leading out into
the ocean. Two dolphins swam back and forth casually, surprised by sudden
shouts of glee as two humans leapt in with them.

Oenone dissolved in my arms, only to reappear behind me, her body
pressed against mine in all the right places. "My liege, I do love thee,"
she whispered.

"My lady, I love you as well," I said, turning in her grasp to hold her
close and kiss her throat, the curve of her jaw, the pure paleness of
her cheek, and her bright red lips.

"You turned me into a fullfledged goddess," Oenone whispered. "I am
everything my grandfather was, and maybe even more. I can become a wave,
or a droplet, or a woman, or an eagle."

"And you turned me from an engineer into a father. How can I ever
forget that?"

She laughed. "You will never have to." As I tread water, she again
dissolved away. Damn, I hate when she does that; it's frightening. Then
she reappeared and dove under the water, headfirst for my manhood, taking
it into her mouth and closing down. I gasped hard, unbelieving at the
warmth. She slid along the length of my erection, making me harder than
I had ever been in my life. I wanted to reach down and grab her hair,
but I was afraid she might drown. "Grab, then," her voice whispered in
my ear, and I laughed; as if I could drown the Goddess of the Oceans
of Pendor. I reached down and seized her hair, just holding her while
I felt her mouth work its magic about my erection, feeling her tongue
caressing my manhood and her teeth just lightly grazing the underside.

Her hair was silky between my fingers and I exercised my legs to stay
floating with my head above the water. Her hands grasped my buttocks, and
slowly her fingers crept closer to my anus, massaging it in tiny circles.
I objected a little; I didn't enjoy that kind of stimulation. But she
didn't stop, and I didn't want to press it as she just lightly massaged
around and around the tight ring of flesh. Surprisingly, it felt good. Her
hand slid down to play with my testicles, scratching along them, even
underwater, with her long fingernails.

She surfaced, and the rush of cold water around my thighs made whatever
gains in rigidity go away almost instantly. "Did you like?"

"Oh, Oenone," I said, swimming for the steps, "Come here and I'll show
you how much I liked it." She swam towards me in the more conventional
fashion, the way we humans are known to do. I grabbed her by the waist and
hauled her out of the water, spreading her legs with my hands. Her feet
dangled in the water, and her sex was splayed open for me. The flesh was
pink and full, covered in the lightest wisps of golden pubic hair that
hid nothing at all. I leaned down and kissed her mound softly, tasting
her fullfleshed outer lips as she moaned with bright passion. "Oh,
Gods, Kennet..."

I kissed her vulva, parting her open and tasting her juices that ran so
clear and fine only a goddess could have had them. I found her pleasure
center and licked her teasingly, licking at the thin, inner labia. She
wrapped her legs around my shoulders and pulled me close, wrapping
her fingers through my long hair, which I suppose would have been fair
if I could have breathed water just as easily as she had. As it was,
I was breathing through my nose and desperately hoping she didn't pull
to hard on my hair. Not that I objected too strongly to this.

Her legs unwrapped from around my shoulders and she sat up, slowly pushing
me back with one hand on my chest. "Kennet... please, love me. Like a
man and a woman should."

I smiled and stood up on the steps, my erection standing out fully in
front of me. I reached down and grabbed her buttocks with both hands. She
grabbed my shoulders and in one smooth move the two of us met, my manhood
plunging into her without a chance of misaim. We joined together at the
hip, she and I, as she wrapped her legs around my back. "I love you,"
I whispered.

"And I thee," she whispered back. We giggled gently as I began to stroke
within her. She pulled herself up on her arms, holding us close together
as we made love, our bodied pitching back and forth on the edge of her
waterfilled home. The dolphins watched us with curiosity, and once,
when we paused, we both turned to look and splash at them.

I felt my urgency rise. I slowed down; I wanted this to last. It wasn't
fair to my Goddess if this all ended too soon. Her mouth was open and
pressed to my shoulder, dropping hot kisses along my arm. I gathered
her in my arms as I looked down, watching our joining, then glanced up
into her face. She smiled; I kissed her smile as I climaxed, moaning
against her mouth and tongue. With just as much passion she seemed to
moan a reply.

"Gods, Oenone," I said, leaning back and away from her. She smiled as
we slowly released each other so that she again lay on her back against
the cool marble of the poolside, and I slid out of her and into the cool
water. She slid in with me, her soft golden curls following her as she
shook her head.

"I love you, my lord," she whispered. "I understand you."

I smiled wide, unable to control it. Tears lifted in my eyes. "My Gods,
Oenone. Nobody understand me. Least of all myself."

"I understand you enough," she replied. I settled down onto the steps
leading into the pool and she settled herself into my warm lap. "I know
what you want, and I know you will never lie to me to get it. I have
never been able to ask that of anyone, and now that I understand that,
I know I shall want you to be my friend and my lord forever."

I wiped tears from my eyes as I held her closely; she touched my cheek,
taking a tear against her finger and into her mouth. "Sweet salt, without
which man would not exist," she said. Then she kissed my cheek. "Such
a man are you, Kennet. A hero to put even Odysseus to shame."

We dined that evening on cold, cracked crabs, hot soup, and tough brown
bread, drinking a dry mead and idling about a warm fire outside her home,
on the beach. I talked of my dreams again and of the life burgeoning in
the quiet amniotic tanks upon Pindam. We didn't talk very much; as alone
as Oenone said she wanted to be, she had also often sought me out for
companionship, complaining that Fawn and Halloran were boring beings. I
had laughed, Fawn had "Hmph'd," and Hal had remained silent. We had said
almost everything we could to each other; now her mere presence satisfied
me, wordless and lovely. These crabs, the bees that had made this mead,
could only have existed with both of our efforts. Power without thought
is chaos; thought without power is impotent. Without Oenone, I would
not have had the right kind of power, and the power I did have would
have been applied without thought. I owed her everything.

She took a stick of wood that she had held back and thrust it into the
campfire, lighting one end of it on fire, like a torch. Then with her
other hand she took mine and led me into her home. Looking back, I had
just enough time to watch the beach wash up much further than natural
one last time and wipe out our fire.

She led me into her bedroom, a room decorated in tapestries I had
had Halloran make for her, tapestries depicting her in fanciful and
beautiful settings, such as one of her nuzzling a unicorn, or another
of her leaning against her crookstaff. The tapestries and the rug warmed
a room covered in blueveined white marble and open to the sky. Tonight
the weather promised to behave, although if it didn't the cover could be
drawn with a single string, or a word from the owner. Four slit windows
provided more ventilation.

One wall was less covered than the others; it had to make room for a
huge fireplace framed with black marble. Above it a tapestry that was
more a banner than anything else hung, depicting the symbol of Pendor,
an elliptical ring with an eightpointed star in the center.

Oenone tossed her torch into the fireplace, and it lit; although the night
had not been very cool, she apparently felt a fire was necessary. Then
she pushed me towards the bed with one word. "Undress."

I complied, pulling off my shirt and disposing of my pants quickly. She
walked towards me, pulling my face up to look into her eyes. "My beloved
Kennet Shardik. Do you know how precious you are to me? If I never leave
this place in ten centuries, I want you to promise me you will visit me."

I felt a wave wash over me inside, looking into her beautiful face. "I
promise you, Oenone, I'll visit you. I don't know how often, but visit
you I will. If only to remember how special you are to me."

She smiled. "Stand," she said, "and remove my tunic."

I stood, slowly gathering her tunic about her waist. I pulled it up and
over her head, the silken blue cloth falling without a sound to the floor.
I glanced at her right bicep where a gold circlet wound three times
about her arm, and brushed my fingers along it gently. "You're far more
beautiful now then when I first met you."

"I was something of a waste when you found me, Kennet."

"I know," I replied, pressing my palms to her cheeks and cupping her
chin in my hands. I pulled her close to me and kissed her, her eyes
closing. We kissed passionately, lovingly; I pressed my tongue to her
lips and her tongue slithered out to touch mine, wrestling. We slowly
fell towards the bed; I lost my grip and we tumbled apart, both of us
laughing. She was quicker, straddling me first and looking down at me
with a light in her eyes. She slid forward until her sex hovered just
before my eyes, and then she parted her legs and lowered herself to
my mouth. I kissed at the insides of her thighs, tasting her sweetly
clean skin before turning my head to face her sex, digging deep between
her lips to take in the wetness dripping from her. I chuckled softly;
Water Goddesses should be wet, I supposed.

I pressed my chin against her perineum and licked at her clitoris with
my eyes open, looking up along the beautiful length of her body, between
her full breasts to see her staring down at me, her mouth smiling. "You
are so good at that."

I didn't answer, instead nibbling at her labia while trying, again without
success, to control my smile. It's not that I don't like smiling; it's
just that I had better uses at the moment for the muscles in my mouth
without my grinning like an idiot. Especially since Oenone could only
see the pleasure I was experiencing in my eyes. Her sex was flowing, and
I actually had to swallow her fluids, happily too. She cooed softly and
the cords in her legs became visible as tension mounted in her body. As
I licked her clitoris harder the orgasmic tension suddenly sprang from
her in loud, gasping moans, her head tossed back to shout "Kennet!" as
she came.

The spasms subsided and I let my head fall back to the pillow. "Oenone?" I
asked, looking up.

"I told you I would cry out your name with pleasure."

"But I'm not ravishing you," I said, smiling.

She reached down behind herself; I felt the tips of her fingers touch
my erection. "You are hard as coral, Ken. Why don't you?"

"You used a contraction," I said, suddenly distracted.

"I did?" she smiled.

I slipped out from underneath her; my feet had been dangling well off
the edge of the bed as I had licked her, and I easily found myself
standing again behind her kneeling form. Before she could turn around I
mischievously placed my hands against her shoulders and pushed her face
down onto the bed. "Whoops!" I said.

She gasped as we fell, and then giggled. "What are you going to do with
me, my lord?"

I seized an ankle and turned her over. She turned with me, and with
one hand on each ankle I pulled her legs apart, exposing her sex like
a glistening pink flower. "Ravish you," I said as I crawled onto the
bed and slid myself into her, my hips pressing down upon her spread
thighs. She opened her legs further.

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the bed with my hands. "You
want to be ravished, Oenone?"

"Oh, Kennet," she gasped as I laid my violent hands upon her, plundering
her sex with my manhood. "Kennet!"

"Cry my name, Oenone," I growled, thrusting into her harder, pushing
deeper within her.

She gasped as I smiled down at her. "Ken," she breathed. "Ken!" she cried.
"Yes, Ken, please!"

I possessed her, my hands gripping her wrists tightly, holding her in
place, making demands of her that her body gave back willingly. Her
breasts heaved with every cry of my name, with every gasp of pleasure,
with every desire for more. Our earlier play in the pool rewarded me
now with a slowed response, and as I took her she took from me as well,
and when my climax struck me like a wall of water she still cried my
name as I screamed hers... and then I collapsed upon her.

"Oh, Ken," she gasped. I had somewhere released her wrists, and she
wrapped her arms around my back, slowly turning us onto our sides.

"Oenone," I murmured. I raised my hand and pushed a lock of hair away
from her face. "You are so beautiful."

She smiled. "You are still a man," she said. "You are tired."

"Food and lovemaking sort of have that effect on me."

"In that you are just like other men," she said, stroking my chest with
her fingers. "I do understand you."

"I'm glad someone does."

"Would you like to sleep now?"

I nodded. She smiled back, and almost instantly I was asleep.



When dawn came I was still tucked quietly between the sheets of her bed;
the roof had been opened, and light streamed in from the sun coming
over the horizon. I turned slowly and looked, seeing Oenone sleeping
peacefully beside me. Looking around, I eased myself out of bed and,
stark naked, made my way to the beach where the Destiny lay parked. I
reached up into one of the cupboards and pulled out a clean and dry set
of clothing. "Good morning," Fawn said cheerily.

"Hiya, Fawn," I replied.

"Ken?" she asked quietly. The tone of her voice sent a chill up my spine.

"Yes, Fawn?"

"It's time for me to go. We agreed."

I closed my eyes and sighed, looking down at the clothes I was wearing.
Blue jeans, a flannel shirt of red and black checks, yellow leather boots
with yellow laces. I looked in the mirror; a little older, perhaps,
than I had looked ten years ago, even with the immortality sequences
installed. I was even unshaven. "When?"

"As soon as we can."

"Back to Pindam then." The Destiny was instantly back in Pindam, and
next to it and The Density lay an old Pontiac '84 station wagon. Fawn
transported herself into it while my back was turned.

I sighed, walking out to the station wagon and getting behind the steering
wheel. "I wonder if I remember how to drive one of these things."

"You don't have to," Fawn replied. "Ready?"

I cursed softly. "Yeah, I'm ready."

I blinked; we were again on the campus of the State University of New
York. "Morrow Hall is right over there," Fawn said. I nodded, looking
out the front windshield. "Campus doesn't open until tomorrow; someone
walking with a large trunk will hardly be noticed."

I got out, blinking up into the hot latesummer sun. Young men and women
preparing for college milled about me. I slammed the car door shut,
walked around to the back and opened up the tailgate, pulling out the
large, black trunk. It was lighter than it should have been; more of
Fawn's doing. I walked across the poorlytended grass to the whitewashed
building, trimmed in red. The second 'r' in 'Morrow' was tilted slightly,
as if it was about to fall off.

I stepped into the overhang and climbed the stairs, taking a right. A
young blond man held the door for me as I stepped through, and I thanked
him, remembering to speak current English. The first door on the left
had been mine. I knocked.

The face that answered the door made me smile. "Who is it?" he asked,
looking up at me. "Oh, my God..."

"Hello, Ken. Would you let me in?"

"Who are you?"

I bullied my way into his room and closed the door behind me. "Would
you believe, I might be you?"

The room was a disaster; four twoliter bottles of Coke, one halfdrained,
another unopened, sat on his desk besides an ancient computer. Several
copies of Playboy lay strewn about the floor, and the place obviously
hadn't been swept in weeks. I knew if I opened up the closet his laundry
would physically assault me for interrupting its rise to sentience. And
on the bookshelf, in a clothbound threering notebook, I saw my dreams
and fantasies as they had once been a decade ago. He sat back on the
edge of his bed, unmade of course, and said "I might believe it."

"It doesn't matter what you believe, anyway," I said, smiling. "I've
come to give you something."

"What's that?"

"What's in the trunk," I said, pointing.

"Okay, so, what's in the trunk?"

"You'll find out in about ten minutes." I turned the knob on the door.

"Wait!"

"I can't," I replied. "I promised I wouldn't."

"But... but... I don't understand."

"Neither did I." I closed the door behind me. Quickly, I made my way
down the stairs. By the time I got to the bottom step I was running for
the car. I slid in behind the driver's column just in time to see him
running down the stairs. "Perfect timing," I replied.

The universe blinked out again, to be replaced by the inside of the
Pindam hanger, and then a soft "pooh" of sound told me that Fawn had
left my life... forever. She had promises to keep, but I didn't think
I would ever actually meet her again, not in this lifetime.

"Hello, Ken," Halloran said quietly as I closed the door to the station
wagon.

"Hello, Hal," I replied. "How's Paul Lewis coming?"

"He's ready for decanting right now."

"How long before dawn at the decanting site?"

"Four hours. Decanting will take five and a half, I estimate.
Consciousness would occur around seven hours from now."

I walked down to the lab control room where displays revealed the status
of the seventytwo surviving Centaurs. I let my eyes scan Paul's screen
carefully. "Begin the decanting process. Start with the serotonin levels
when you're ready to initialize the mentation processes."

I thought for a moment. "Hal?"

"Yes, Ken?"

"You have the entire Pendor zoological databank separated from your
processoraccessed memory, correct?"

"Yes?"

"Erase it."

"Excuse me?"

"Erase the Zoological Databank. And the geophysical, the geographical,
and the meteorological. Call all of the weather stations around the ring
sequentially; they're to operate independently until further notice, as
they were designed. This world is for other people; they should explore
it, and put the data in themselves. They are an AI's environment, not
the other way around. Do you copy?"

"It will take a while."

"Do it," I ordered. I sighed and sat back in the chair, waiting for Paul
to awaken, waiting for Halloran to tell me he was done.

His voice interrupted me. "Ken?"

"Yes, Hal?"

"I've found something you probably want to look at. It was at the end
of the erasure sequence, but it's marked to not be erased until you have
a look at it. It's creator, according to the rec, was Fawn."

"Display it, please."

The screen suspended from the ceiling on my right lit up. The message
was simple. "Once more into the breach, dear friend." I smiled. "Goodbye,
Fawn," I whispered at the screen, wondering if she meant herself or me by
saying "once more." And then I immersed myself in my work, my obsession.




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