Ella Mansfield (6 page)

Her stomach growled, and she glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing she should have just enough time to make herself a sandwich before her massage.  She wandered to the kitchen and almost bumped into the stranger standing there. 

The man was tall and thin with bright purple hair.  “Oh my goodness!” he exclaimed in a falsetto voice.  “A real honest to God woman!  I never thought I’d meet a breeder.”  He stared at her as if she were some kind of freak, and she bristled uncomfortably.  “Bill said you were here, but I was sure he was pulling my leg!”

“I’m hungry.  I just need a snack before my massage.”

“Oh, girl, you sit down and I’ll get it!”  He hurried to the refrigerator and pulled out a tray of cheese and sausage and put some crackers on a plate.  Putting the small feast in front of her, he asked, “What can I get you to drink?  I’m Maurice by the way.”

She grinned at him.  He reminded her a lot of Xavier, but he wasn’t planning on selling her to the highest bidder in an hour.  “I’m April
, and I’d love some water.”  She could tell she was going to really like him.

He got her a glass of water and put a slice of lemon into it.  “There you go, April.”  He leaned on the counter.  “Now, dish, girl.  Bill said he married you?”
  It was obvious Maurice loved the idea of having a girl around to gossip with.

April nodded.  “He did.  He’ll be sharing me with his friends, though.”

Maurice raised an eyebrow.  “He get you at one of those fancy auctions?”

She blushed and nodded.  “That’s why he’s sharing me.  I think I cost way too much for any one man.”

Bill stepped up behind her.  “That’s definitely why I’m sharing her.”  He sighed.  “I want her all for myself.”  He kissed the top of her head, eyeing Maurice as if to ask why he wasn’t working.

Maurice jumped up and started to peel the vegetables he’d been working on when she walked into the kitchen.  “So who all are you sharing her with?”

Bill leaned against the counter, taking one of her crackers and biting into it.  “Just three others.  Steve, David and John.”

Maurice grinned.  “You got yourself some fine dicks fucking you, girl.”

April blushed.  Would everyone know all four men were having sex with her?  It was all for the good of mankind, though, right?
 

Maurice looked at Bill.  “Look at that!  She can still blush!  How sweet.  How long do you think that’ll last?”

Bill smiled, taking her hand in his.  “I have no idea, but I find it endearing so for a good long time, I hope.”  He stood at the knock on the door.  “That’s the masseuse.  It’ll take him a few minutes to set up, so you keep eating.”  He left the room to go let the man into the apartment.

April nodded
happy she didn’t have to stop eating right away.  She was hungry!

Maurice grinned over at her.  “So which of them has the nicest cock?” he asked with a grin.  “I’d put my money on
John.  He looked so good back when he was playing ball.  His tight football pants just did so much for me.”

April laughed.  “Does that mean you’re gay?”

“Well, of course!  Do you really think Bill would leave me this close to you otherwise?  I live with my husband, Sammy.”  He gave her a look.  “You need to develop some gaydar, girl”

“Oh, I see.”

“Most men are gay right now.  Or at least are willing to put up with ass instead of pussy.  I mean, you’ve gotta shove your meat somewhere, and there are just no pussies available.  I would have been gay regardless, of course.”  He shrugged, happy with his lifestyle.

Bill came to the kitchen.  “He’s ready for you.”
 

April stood.  She was still a little hungry, but she’d gotten the worst of her hunger abated.  “Thank you.”  She rushed off to follow Bill.

The massage table had been set up in one of the rooms Bill had designated a nursery.  The man looked at her with surprise.  “She really
is
a breeder,” he mumbled looking at Bill.

“She is.  But she’s
my
breeder and you’ll treat her with the respect she deserves.”

The man nodded.  “Yes, sir.”  He sighed, knowing he’d overstepped his bounds.  “I’m Sebastian.  I’ll be massaging you today.  Bill said you have
a sore low back and sore inner thighs?”  His manner was completely professional.

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay, I need you to undress completely and get under the sheet lying face down.  When I come back, we’ll get started.”  Sebastian left the room and shut the door with a snap behind him. 

She dropped her pink robe onto a small chair on wheels he’d pushed to the corner of the room, before climbing under the sheet.   She put her face in the round
hole, giggling.
 
It felt so strange to be lying on a table with her face cradled but a hole cut out for her to breathe.  With all the technology in the world, there wasn’t a better way to manage a massage?

There was a knock on the door, and she yelled, “I’m ready!”  She laid perfectly still waiting to see how the massage would go.

Sebastian wore a belt with a bottle on his waist, and he oiled up his hands before laying them on her shoulders.  “Tell me if this is too much pressure.  I’ve never massaged a woman before.”

She shook her head at that.  What a strange world to have no women.  No wonder her ancestors had refused to be part of it all.

Two hours later, he’d reduced her to the state of a limp noodle.  Every muscle in her body felt loose.  She sighed happily as she shrugged into her pink robe and wandered back to the kitchen while Sebastian cleaned up. 

Bill was nowhere to be seen but Maurice was cooking something.  He saw her and grinned.  “And how was your massage?”

She sighed happily.  “Wonderful.  Bill said something about daily massages, and I sure hope he keeps to his word.”  She could easily fuck them all night long if she knew she was going to have the soreness taken from her limbs the following day.  She didn’t say that aloud, though, because she had been raised to think it was rude to talk about sex in mixed company.

“I made you a snack.  I know you haven’t had much to eat the past couple of days, and the men need you strong enough to have children.”  He put a small plate full of shrimp wrapped in bacon in front of her.  “There you go.”

She stared at the food in front of her.  She’d never eaten anything like it, but it looked good.  Was that cheese dripping from it?  She picked up a toothpick holding one of the delicacies together and put it to her mouth.  She took one bite, and her eyes widened with surprise.  Once she was finished, she took a sip of water.  It was spicy, but oh so good.  “Oh, Maurice.  That’s wonderful!  You’re a genius!”

Maurice smiled over at her.  “You’re going to be fun to cook for!”

“I haven’t had a lot of variety in my food.  I lived in a small community in Wisconsin and we grew all our own food.”  She took another bite, closing her eyes as the flavors popped in her mouth.  Her new life was proving to be a whole new palate of passion, and not all of them were bodily passions.  She’d suddenly found a food to be passionate about as well.

“So you’ve never had seafood?” Maurice asked with wide eyes.

“I’ve had fish.  Mostly trout, because there was a trout stream that went through the woods outside our community, but that’s all.”  She popped another shrimp into her mouth, not willing to slow down even for the conversation they were having.

“So you’ve never had lobster?  Or crab?  Mexican food?”

She shrugged.  “We had tacos occasionally.”

Maurice gave her a huge grin.  “Girl, we’re about to start educating your palate.  There’s so much more to the world than chicken and beef and potatoes.”
  He pointed at her with the spatula in his hand.  “Right now I’m making a cake, but when I’m done, we’ll talk about your first lobster feast.  I wish I had some lobster on hand, but I’ll need to go to the market in the morning.  You really cannot live another day without trying lobster.”

She smiled, thrilled that he was not only taking her under his wing but was also willing to cook new dishes for her.  She was ready to try everything new.  Her life had been so black and white before, and now suddenly, there was color everywhere.  Her father had really done her a favor by selling her at the auction.  Bill was the best husband she ever could have dreamed of.

She felt hands on her shoulders and a mouth at her ear.  “How was the massage?” 

She turned, flinging her arms around Bill.  “Thank you so much for the massage.  It was wonderful.  I feel so much better.”
  How did you show gratitude for something so considerate?

He raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  How much better?”

She blushed.  “That much better.”  She turned back to her food and popped another shrimp into her mouth.  “Let me just finish up here and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

He laughed.  “Eat your fill.  I’m not in that big of a hurry.”  He plucked one of the shrimp off her plate.  “These are delicious.”  He glared at Maurice.  “How come you never make anything like this for me?”

Maurice shrugged.  “You never sit with me and chat and act like you’re my girlfriend.  Try that and you might get better food.”  He huffed, turning back to his cooking.  “Well, you’ll probably always get better cooking now that April’s here.  I’m not fixing one thing for you and one for her.”

Bill shook his head, helping himself to another piece of shrimp.  “Were you comfortable with Sebastian?  He didn’t touch you inappropriately?”

She shook her head.  “No, he didn’t at all.  I think he was half afraid to touch me at all.”

“Good.  That’s how it should be.”  Bill watched as she ate her last shrimp and took a big drink of water.  “Ready?” he asked.

She blushed, but scooted off the stool and waved goodbye to Maurice.  “It’s not even night time yet.”

Bill laughed.  “See, I’m the one that married you, so I get your time whenever you’re not with one of the others.  They get an hour each per day, but I get the other twenty one hours of your time if I want it.”  He led her into his bedroom, and had his jumpsuit off within seconds of closing the door.  He reached out and pushed her robe off her shoulders.  “I love how this robe looks on you.”  His lips went to hers, kissing her passionately, his hands stroking over her breasts and shoulders.

She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.  “Mmm…that feels good.  My pussy’s already wet for you.”  She bit her lip as soon as she said the words, embarrassed that she’d been so forward.

“Really?
  How bout I see for myself?”  He reached down and his fingers plunged through her hair to her nether lips, parting them.  “Oh, very wet.”  He pulled her toward the bed by her hand, and pushed her down onto it.  Climbing between her spread thighs, he plunged into her quickly, not playing the games he had the night before.  She was no longer a timid virgin, and although he’d miss that part of her, he was thrilled to have her react so strongly to his nearness. 

She wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned softly.  “Oh, Bill!  Your cock feels so good inside me!”  She dug her hands into his shoulders as he started plunging inside her. 

They both finished quickly and he rolled to her side, pulling the cover over them both.  “Why don’t we nap for a little bit?  You’re going to need your energy for tonight.  Maurice will wake us when it’s time for dinner.”

She sighed contentedly, resting her he
ad on his shoulder.  How could life get any better than this? 

*****

Dinner that night was grilled shrimp, asparagus and a baked potato with sour cream, cheese and butter.  She was in heaven.  At home, the food had been plentiful, but bland, and she was thrilled to try new things. 

After dinner, Bill led her back to his bedroom.  “Isn’t it someone else’s turn?” she asked.

He shrugged.  “It’ll be John’s turn in exactly an hour.  You’re mine until then.”  He helped her take her robe off and pushed her onto the bed, going through the motions of kissing her and arousing her before gently entering her and rocking them both to orgasm. 

She sighed happily, snuggling against him.  “I wish I didn’t have to go to the others tonight.”

He kissed her forehead.  “So do I, but I don’t have a choice.  We signed a contract.”  He hugged her for a moment.  “Go get cleaned up, and then I’ll take you to John.  I’m sure he’s waiting for you with a stiff cock.”

April blushed.  She hated that he knew she let the other men fuck her.  She
knew it was her purpose in being there, but still.  It just didn’t feel right.  She got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, cleaning up as she did every time.  It was starting to become a ritual after just two nights.  Have sex, wash up, go on to the next man.

When she was finished, she put her pink robe back on and waited while Bill shrugged into a dark blue robe.  He took her hand and led her out into the hallway, indicating doors.  “That one’s
John’s.  David’s and Steve’s.”  He pointed at each one in the order he said their names.  “That will always be the order.”

She nodded.  “Okay.”  She raised her hand on
John’s door and knocked, kissing Bill goodbye until later.