Fine Print

FINE PRINT-PART 2

Medical Specialist 4 Tania Zhirkov hadn't known what to expect at the HUMACE breeding facility, but upon being notified of her reassignment she'd been very excited at the thought of working near or even –dare she hope? – with Lingans. She even imagined it might be glamorous, or at least glamorous compared to most military duties. She definitely knew it wouldn't be dull, and on that point she'd been absolutely right.

Neither she nor the rest of the reassigned medspecs, as they were called, had been aware of the true details of the HUMACE breeding program until they'd been explained to them in their week-long orientation and training. That, of course, had only taken place after the appropriate electro-chemical urge blockers had been implanted in all their skulls, so that even if they wanted to divulge the secrets of the breeding program they were no longer capable.

"Where I'm taking you now is the Acclimation Suite," Staff Sergeant Myers told Zhirkov and the six other recently reassigned medspecs. They were all wearing white coveralls bare of rank, insignia, or name tags, which was the uniform worn by those who dealt one on one with the breeding program participants. "Actually, to the observation deck overlooking the four Acclimation Suites," she corrected herself.

"We call it the Oven," Sergeant Withers said with an evil little smirk curling the corners of her mouth. The elevator doors opened and the medspec trainees followed the two sergeants into a medium sized room with angled-out windows along all four walls. Half a dozen uniformed personnel peered out of windows or typed on notebooks.

"Why?" one of the medspecs asked.

Staff Sergeant Myers led them over to one bank of floor-to-ceiling windows and pointed down at the room laid out below. "One way glass," she said absently. "They can't see us."

"Oh my God!" one of the transferees gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.

"These are the rooms where the program volunteers are first introduced to Marlingan males and go into estrus," Myers explained. "Their first mating occurs here, under strict supervision. Once they successfully complete one group mating, provided there are no complications, they are usually ready to be moved into the general population. They are assigned to a harem, each of which has its own separate kiva. Occasionally one or two girls need a little extra attention here, and we've got a few rooms set aside on the other end of the complex for them. Minor tearing issues are the bulk of what we see, as least physically. A lot of the girls suffer some emotional trauma, but it's usually short-term. The intensity of their estrus doesn't leave them a lot of time or energy to devote to worrying or deep thinking. You've all seen the training vids and read your manuals, or were supposed to, so this shouldn't be a shock," she said to the staring medspecs.

"It's not the same," someone said.

Zhirkov silently agreed, staring down through the glass at the room below. She'd been in the military long enough to know not to say anything out loud. The HUMACE Breeding Program's Manual of Operations and Procedures was full of dry text, arcane medical terms, and technical jargon, and the training vids hadn't been much better. None of it did the scene before her justice.

There were three young women—very young women—in the room below her, and three Lingan males that from their musculature appeared just recently full-grown. All six were in full rut.

The Marlingan reproductive cycle had more of a sexual component to it than the human one, where the act could be over in less than a minute and still result in pregnancy. Male Lingan mating behavior varied little from individual to individual. Once exposed to the pheromones of a female in estrus the males became highly aroused and the mating process would begin. Marlingan males needed to ejaculate a minimum of three times while exposed to female pheromones before their bodies began injecting their equivalent of sperm into the otherwise benign and inert ejaculate. Because of this, their reproductive cycle favored males with the greatest stamina, ensuring that no matter how short each mounting was most males were ready and eager to go again almost immediately. There was no courtship ritual per se; Zhirkov wondered if there had once been one, a thousand or two years ago, but if so, it had faded away as the Lingans' concern over falling reproductive rates overpowered personal sexual preferences. When in estrus, female Lingans took on all comers, and routinely experienced the equivalent of multiple orgasms while doing so.

The program volunteers, with their modified physiologies, responded just as enthusiastically to the physical sensations as their female Lingan counterparts, even though, the staff psychiatrists pointed out, some of them harbored extreme resentment at being deceived about the true nature of the program.

Zhirkov studied the mating pair directly underneath her observation window. The human female was on her hands and knees, with one of the Lingan males hunched over her. Even with her increased size from the Lingan health drug the brown-furred alien, which looked disturbingly like a Terran kangaroo, dwarfed her nude body. The Lingan's hindquarters were thrusting so fast they were nearly a blur, and the female's neck and face were beet red, veins bulging and muscles clenched.

Zhirkov wandered around the observation room and looked out the other windows. Much the same was happening in all four acclimatization rooms. On the far side of one of the rooms one of the young women was on her back on a low platform, her legs wrapped around the wide ribcage of another trusting Lingan male. She was screaming hoarsely with pleasure and had been for quite a while. They'd heard it as soon as they'd stepped off the elevator. Zhirkov guessed if they shut off the speakers they'd still be able to hear her through the glass.

Zhirkov wandered back over to her original spot. The male half of the mating couple directly below her stiffened, and after a few seconds straightened up and withdrew from the human female. Zhirkov stared at the panting creature's organ, which was bright red and glistening. Its head was fatter than the shaft, in size equivalent to a man's hands clenched together. The shaft equaled in length and thickness the forearm of that same imaginary muscular man, which was the reason for the disproportionate pelvic increase among the volunteers.

The panting, red-faced woman remained on all fours, sweaty and heaving. She stiffened with a surprised grunt as the Lingan's ejaculate inside her reacted to the bio-engineered secretions in her body as it would inside a normal Lingan female. Zhirkov was in a position to see the woman's stomach swell, her red gaping sex bulge, and then thick white foam oozed from her folds and began dripping onto the floor.

As the Lingan culture was polyamory and mating with a female in estrus was expected of every male who came in contact with her who was physically capable of the act, the military's reproductive specialists theorized the foaming ejaculate increased the reproductive chances of the female's latest partner as it pushed the seed from any of her previous matings out of her body as it expanded. If left untrammeled inside a female, the foam would dissolve into a thick, viscous fluid after several hours. Away from body heat, the foam thickened into an almost gel-like consistency, protecting the sperm inside it and keeping it viable for up to thirty-six hours. Doctors had done experiments, inserting the gelled clumps by hand into volunteers in an attempt to improve the pregnancy rate, but with only minor success.

Having paused just long enough to catch its breath, the male Lingan moved forward and remounted the young woman, who remained on hands and knees. The big animal hunched over her but didn't rest any of its sizable weight on her body, instead just lightly grasping her ribcage with its forelimbs as it pushed its big organ into her foam-stretched opening. Its hindquarters began that familiar motion that would quickly turn jackhammer fast. Foam squirted out of her and splattered on the floor, but the woman was too consumed by her estrus to care about anything other than the sensations she was experiencing. Shame, embarrassment, shock; these were just words her brain, now operating on a more primitive level, no longer really recognized. Her hips began thrusting backward as if of their own accord.

"How long is this going to go on?" one of the transferees asked, her voice thick. She cleared her throat.

"Each Lingan male will mate with a female an average five times," Sergeant Myers told the assembled women. "Some more, some less, but five's the average. This will take between twenty and sixty minutes, depending on the age of the male and how many other females he's mated with previously. In each suite there are three Lingan males and three volunteers. They won't be done until each male has completed mating with each of the six females. This usually takes two to three hours.

"Jesus," someone said. The sergeant ignored the comment.

"By the time they're finished, the males are tired enough to ignore the pheromones the volunteers are still putting out. Your job, the first thing you're going to be cutting your teeth on, is attending to the young ladies after their initial mating session. Some of them may still be difficult to manage because of the estrus, but most will be tired enough that you'll be able to administer to them properly. Restraints are available if necessary. Mostly what you'll see are minor tearing issues from the Lingan organs and dehydration, but you'll assess each female individually after removing her to an examining room. You will be assisting a staff doctor, of course, but make no mistake, you'll be doing most of the heavy lifting.

"After you've spent a few weeks here getting experience, you'll be spread around the colony, assigned to one or two kivas, or breeding groups. Each group, as you know, will consist of five to ten males and approximately half that number of volunteers. It is in these groups that they will remain as they fulfill the terms of their service, bearing Lingan young. Although the official term for these breeding groups is a harem, you are not to use that term around the volunteers, as we've found it has some unwarranted connotations."

Kimmie's kiva had on staff one full-time cook who prepared meals for both the humans and Lingans. This kiva was cleaned and maintained by a three person crew which was responsible for a total of four kivas. The kiva was also attended by a military medical specialist who monitored a total of seven human females in two kivas.

Each kiva was a separate free-standing structure, oriented around a central, sunken circular space called the "leisure area" by its designers. Around the periphery of the leisure area were various small rooms, including sleeping areas (human and Marlingan), the kitchen, and a storage room.

Kimmie's kiva contained eight Lingan males and three human females including her. The other two girls were fresh recruits to the program and about the same age; she learned the Lingan males were young as well, the equivalent of teenagers, although it would take quite some time before she could tell the difference in age between Lingans.

The only reason either humans or Lingans were present on Zinta was the breeding program, and so the members of the harem were freed of any and all outside responsibilities. Kimmie, on the rare occasions she felt the need to talk, and was capable of it, referred to the 'leisure area' by its unofficial name, the fuckpit.

The fuckpit had a padded floor, which was dotted with numerous odd-shaped pillows and pieces of soft furniture whose sole reason for existence was to make intercourse more comfortable. There were no clocks inside the kiva, and with the numbing effects of the estrus on higher brain functions on top of the physically taxing rutting, Kimmie soon lost all track of time. All eight of the males fucked her every day, and kept going until they'd come at least four times. Sometimes they came back for seconds. With her pre-gel-cap body such a relentless tempo would have sent her to the hospital within days even if the Lingans had been equipped with human-sized organs, but whatever had been done to her body while in the gel-cap had been more than cosmetic.

Kimmie could hardly remember a life before the kiva. She tried to sleep in her bed, but at least half the time fell asleep without moving from the last place and position she'd been rutted. She hated doing that, as she was usually awakened by another thrusting member, and the males didn't care if she had to pee, or wanted a shower, or anything; they wouldn't stop until they were done. She couldn't even remember how many times she'd been forced to pee while being fucked—so many that it didn't even faze her now. It didn't faze the Lingans, either, when it came to fucking they were machines, and seemingly didn't even notice the mess they were making.

Clothes and regular bathing were a thing of the past; she hadn't worn anything but sweat, Lingan come, and her own piss, since she'd arrived at the kiva. And that come, it was everywhere; the males produced massive amounts of the stuff, which then foamed up hugely. Her body was streaked with it, her hair crusted, it got in her eyes, her mouth, her very pores. The fuckpit had to be hosed down once a day (there was a drain in the center of its gently sloping floor), and the girls were as well, and still Kimmie smelled of nothing but, and could taste it in everything she ate. Not that she ate much; the medical specialists had to remind the girls to eat, and sometimes fed them by hand when the girls were stuck under males all day without a break. After maybe a month (Kimmie really had no idea), she'd dropped every extra ounce of fat on her body. Her new breasts, which she'd been so proud of, had shrunk to half their former size, topped with knobby nipples which now looked cartoonishly big.

She lay over a low, round, padded table, her knees on the floor of the fuckpit, panting, as the Lingan who'd just finished with her wandered away. She felt her abdomen swell as his come foamed up inside her once again. At first there were times when their foamy come had squirted out of her, but after getting fucked eight hours a day by Lingan cocks the size of baseball bats, and then stretched again by their foaming, weirdly firm come, Kimmie didn't think she'd ever be tight again. She seen enough freshly fucked girls to know that her pussy was now gaping like an open mouth and would stay that way for a while, unless she clenched down on the foam filling her and rounding her stomach. She didn't want to do that; she kind of liked the full feeling, and imagined that's what it'd feel like to be pregnant. She felt the thrust-ejected foam from the Lingan's three previous orgasms dripping from her pussylips and sliding down the backs of her thighs. It dropped in splatting clumps to the floor between her knees.

None of the Lingans wore translators, so even if they'd wanted to communicate with the girls (which they seemed to have no interest in) it would have been a challenge. The girls had given all of the males nicknames before the first month was over. Grandpa had a tuft of almost grey hair and was skinnier than most of the others. Speedy could come six times in about twenty minutes. Rex roared like a dinosaur every time he came, and Runt was the smallest. His cock head was just the size of a man's fist, and was barely a foot long, so if the girls were ever sore his attentions were the most appreciated. Bax reminded one of the girls of the famous PowerBall player, and Frizz was unusually fuzzy. Noah didn't look like anything special, but when he came, there was so much of it it went everywhere. When he was done with them the girls were usually ankle deep in foam.

Banda was on her hands and knees nearby. Grandpa squatted behind her, having just rutted her a second time, and was waiting for its erection to return. Her body hair was growing in almost as thick as a man's, and had Kimmie's brain been thinking much past her next rutting she might have found the sight of her hairy body unnerving. Banda's legs were as hairy as a man's, and looked like they were in shadow. The black patch between her legs was spreading in all directions; it had crept up the crack of her ass to the small of her back and now the hair was starting to grow outward over her buttocks. The top of her triangle had migrated several inches northward, thinning as it ran over the curve of her belly, and a thick line of hair ran up to her belly button and beyond. The tufts under her arms had grown and were starting to inch downward, and when her long, thick head-hair fell forward Kimmie could see it was starting to grow down her neck.

Sulki lay on her back at the raised edge of the fuckpit, getting roughly rutted by the Lingan they'd named Beast. He wasn't any bigger than the others through the body, but his cock was just about the size of Kimmie's thigh. Every time he forced it into her it felt like he was crushing her lungs, and he was not gentle about it either. None of the Lingans were gentle; they bounced the girls around like rag dolls. Sulki's flat tits were flying around on her chest like they wanted to come off under Beast's rough thrusts. She was moaning loudly, sweaty and dripping foam after several hours of mating. None of the girls were fat, but Sulki made Kimmie look it, and when she lay on her back her stomach formed a cave below her ribcage. That cave was gone now as Beast's massive organ bulged her abdomen upward with every thrust.

None of the girls was pregnant yet. They'd learned too late that it sometimes took human females three to six months of kiva rutting before they became pregnant, but most of them had no idea how long they'd actually been in the kiva. Most of them couldn't concentrate much beyond the reach of their arms.

Kimmie felt soft fur and warmth on her buttocks a half-second before the fist-sized head of a Lingan organ pushed into her foam-stretched hole. She felt the foam squelching and squirting out of her as the Lingan slid his length into her in one long thrust. She couldn't help but groan at the sensations; no matter how many times in a day, and for how long, she was fucked, it always felt good, like getting an itch scratched. She looked over her shoulder and saw Bax's big grey eyes staring down at her as the Lingan began a slow thrusting. The squelching sounds of his big cock in her echoed around the room and mixed with Sulki's and Banda's moans.

Jayme lay on her side, her head resting on her upper arm, and watched Star as he nursed. She'd birthed the Lingan joey two weeks earlier and already he'd doubled in size. Even at two kilos her nipples were a little big for him to fit into his mouth, but he was able to latch onto the very tips well enough to nurse.

Jayme had named her first joey Star after the four-pointed splash of white hair on his chest. He'd been no bigger than her fist when she'd birthed him and he'd made that laborious crawl up her stomach to nurse that first time. She's had to help him find a nipple, as his eyes hadn't even opened yet, but he'd caught on quickly.

It had taken four months of kiva rutting before she'd gotten pregnant, and had carried her joey the full three months. When Jayme had arrived the other women in her kiva all seemed to be pregnant or nursing, and she'd had quite a number of shocks those first few days. First, that just because the women were pregnant didn't mean their estrus stopped, although the intensity lessened somewhat. Also, just because a woman was pregnant or nursing didn't mean a Lingan wouldn't mount her. Most of the women had learned how to nurse while being rutted, as they really had no choice.

The mere fact that women who were pregnant and nursing were still in the kiva hadn't made sense to Jayme until one of the women (all having been as ignorant as her at one time), explained to Jayme about the fine print in the contracts they'd all signed. Their contracts weren't considered fulfilled until they'd delivered one healthy litter of Lingan offspring. 'Delivered' was defined as birthed, nursed, and weaned, and a litter was defined as six or more joeys. What all the women had missed, however, was the fact that while female Lingans usually gave birth to litters of six or eight joeys, human females in the HUMACE program rarely gave birth to more than one joey at a time.

"What!" Jayme had shrieked when she'd learned that. She'd had to be restrained, and sedated for a day. The medical specialist had left her in the fuckpit while she was sedated so the males didn't miss out on any rutting. As it was going to take so much longer to complete the terms of her contract the specialist figured Jayme wouldn't mind, as there was no telling which rutting would result in her impregnation. Occaionally a girl would get pregnant in that first week, although that was rare. When the sedative wore off, Jayme seemed resigned to her fate.

The duration of her participation in the program hadn't been the only unexpected development, not at all. Jayme looked down at Star as he finished nursing, nuzzled her briefly, and then padded awkwardly down her body. He was still amazingly tiny compared to the adults, barely more than four pounds. Jayme lifted one leg up and watched the little joey climb up and over her other thigh. She then pulled her knees up closer to her chest and felt the joey push his way back inside her.

When she'd read that Lingans were marsupials, she hadn't really comprehended what that would mean to her. Both Terran kangaroos and Marlingans were equipped with abdominal pouches into which their tiny newbors crawled. There they stayed, coming out only to play or nurse, until they'd grown large enough.

HUMACE doctors, however, apparently hadn't wanted or been able to re-engineer their program volunteers' DNA to provide them with an external pouch to house their birthed young. A slight adjustment in hormones and chemistry, to toughen the walls, and a redesign and re-scaling of the pelvic girdle was all it took to provide a workable alternative. Within HUMACE, it was called caching.

Jayme didn't even twitch as Star crawled into her headfirst, then turned around inside her to hang his head back out. After four months of near-constant impalement by massive Lingan organs, a small four-pound joey was nothing. He came out six times a day to nurse from her swollen breasts, which were producing much more milk than the tiny guy needed, and spent the rest of the day sleeping. He'd grow bigger, and more active, of that she was fully aware. After three months in the womb joeys spent another three to four living inside their mothers, nursing and growing. When they were too big to crawl back inside the joeys still slept with their mothers and continued to nurse infrequently for several more months.

Jayme looked across the fuckpit to the far edge, where Murga crouched on hands and knees. The joey Murga'd birthed nine months before squatted on its haunches beside her, its head ducked down to nurse from one of her large, overripe breasts. The joey weighed close to forty kilos and was just about done with nursing. Murga's distended stomach hung down between her thighs most of the way to her knees. She looked nine or ten months pregnant with a human child, but no one in HUMACE was likely to make that mistake.

As the juvenile joey finished nursing and hopped away, Murga lowered herself onto her elbows with a sigh and spread her knees, turning slightly away from Jayme. Jayme was struck by the size of the head of the joey she was caching, perhaps the largest joey she'd ever seen still caching. The joey's head hung down, nose pointed at the ground. Jayme thought it was asleep, but then Murga's hand reached back between her legs with a piece of banana. The joey sniffed at the fruit, then gobbled it out of her palm. It shifted inside Murga, who groaned and sighed.

Murga spread her knees further and lowered her body closer to the ground as the joey carefully began to extricate itself from her. The joey had to weigh close to twenty kilos, and if joeys didn't have such narrow hips and shoulders it would never have fit inside her. Murga's pink-lipped vagina stretched wide as the joey pushed its shoulders and forelegs out of her. It paused that way for a moment, its front paws on the floor, its body from the ribcage down still inside Murga, and stretched. It was just starting to develop a fine, downy coat, which glistened with Murga's juices. Then the joey leaned forward, and Murga's giant sex stretched even wider as the joey's body and long back legs emerged. The gaping, slack hole revealed in Murga was big enough to fit a man's head, and it did not contract with any speed.

The joey's tail had barely made it out of her before one of the adult males hopped up behind Murga and thrust its already hard cock into her gaping hole. Murga raised herself onto her hands so her caching joey could nurse as the adult began thrusting rapidly into her. Loud splatting sounds echoed around the room as her vagina clenched down on the organ, expelling large amounts of air. Her belly shrunk to a third the size it had been with the big joey cached in her. Rumor was she was pregnant again, which would make it the fifth time she was running three, as the girls called it—nursing one, caching one, and pregnant.

None of the women could leave the program while they were pregnant, caching, or nursing, but as they weren't separated from the males, and remained in estrus throughout their reproductive cycle, very few women got out of the program after having only delivered the minimum one litter of joeys. Murga had been on Zinta, she guessed, over ten years; so long, in fact, that she'd lost count of how many joeys she'd delivered. At least thirty, perhaps as many as forty; more than five litters worth. Jayme couldn't believe that wasn't some sort of record, but there were stories about a woman who'd joined the program decades before and had birthed over a hundred joeys. The story went that more than once she'd been free of joeys but had stayed in the kiva and before long had gotten pregnant again. Rumor was she couldn't bear the thought of leaving the harem life. Jayme didn't know whether or not to believe something that sounded like an old wives tale, but she had to admit thinking beyond her own insatiable desire was almost impossible some days, and she'd been in the kiva less than a year. What would it be like after two years, or three? When she could think clearly, Jayme could see it in Murga; the estrus had dulled her brain. Not only didn't she talk about leaving the kiva, she hardly talked at all. Truth was, she couldn't imagine a different life, and couldn't remember her life before HUMACE. Jayme couldn't believe she'd ever get that far gone, but then again she never thought she'd get used to, much less look forward to, getting fucked by Lingans while nursing.