Sergeant's Concubines- Chapter 1

[SEVERUSMAX]

Roger Bertram never counted on the future being so damned weird! Mind you, his life was better under the new system in some ways, but he had to adjust to not calling himself an American in the old sense. The Republic of Nevada liked to think of itself as a sovereign nation, so emphasis was put on being a "Nevadan". This new nationality was just the beginning of his new life.

There was also the disruption of the Internet and the global economy. Granted, most of the Net still worked. However, it moved slower and sites, especially the porn ones, had to worry about keeping up with the laws established by the various factions ruling the countries of the world. Also, the political instability contributed to the confusion in international trade. Borders, customs, and bureaucracy were all far more complex than in the old days. He had to get a Republic of Nevada passport, issued by the expanding Department of State.

Fortunately, he was an officer in the Department of Public Safety, the highest police authority in the absence of the federal agencies. This gave him more connections. He no longer had to give Miranda warnings to suspects, since the US Constitution was moot. However, he gave an equivalent on most occasions, since it helped inform the stupid crooks of the freedoms that they still held under the Republic's bill of rights. He was relieved that Nevada wasn't a dictatorship like many parts of the former USA.

There were some other changes. For instance, federal marijuana laws had lapsed and the state hadn't bothered to replace them with its own version. Heroin, crack, and other "hard drugs" remained illegal, but pot was sold openly.

The State Supreme Court had struck down the city ordinances against prostitution where it was still a crime, declaring that the rights of privacy and property entitled a person to make a profit off his or her own body if he or she saw fit. The state legislature responded by passing a comprehensive code of regulations for sex workers under the Adult Industries Protection Act of 2011. Condoms were mandatory and prostitutes were unionized. A small excise tax for "adult services" was imposed as well.

Bertram, not given to paying for sex at such high rates, used such services only on occasion. Mostly, he continued to meet women in bars and get laid. Since he was a DPS sergeant, he achieved a lot of female attention. He was divorced and still a bit gun-shy about getting back into a marriage or serious relationship (which scarcely differed from the former at all).

The courts recognized sexual or romantic relationships lasting a minimum of 3 months as equivalent to marriage. They called them "regular companionships". A mere month was sufficient to establish one if the couple lived together. The only major distinction was the lack of ceremony in forming and dissolving such unions.

The most recent major change was the passage of the so-called "Concubine Act" by the state legislature 2 months ago. It was a form of indentured service. Because of the poverty of some refugees from other states in worse shape than Nevada, many men and women had started attaching themselves informally to residents of the Republic, now known as "citizens". Since the outsiders lacked citizenship and there was the possibility of abuse, the state had enacted some rules and stipulations, designed to ensure the safety and well-being of the immigrants.

Ads had begun to show at bars and in magazines, offering to "match" Nevadans with concubines of their own. A Republic of Nevada man or woman could sign a contract with a refugee, sponsoring him or her for as long as the outsider performed whatever services the resident required. Nor were these contracts exclusive. A Nevadan could "employ" as many of these migrants as he or she could afford to house.

This idea appealed to Bertram, for sure, though he didn't think that he could keep more than one or two of these indentured servants on a long-term basis. It was freer of the emotional complications that he sought to avoid at this point, but he would have to either pay them or provide for them financially in some other way. It wouldn't be that easy, even on his improved police salary.

All of this went through the sergeant's mind as he entered his favorite pub. He hated to stay at home on Friday nights. Saturday was one of two days off that he received on his schedule. The other one was Wednesday, which was a chance to rest in the middle of the week. The DPS had a rotating duty roster, where a senior officer could choose his off-days, while the lower ranks took what they could get. Not being particularly religious or interested in football, Roger preferred to have Saturday and Wednesday off. This gave him 2 min-weeks instead of a 5-day one.

Jeffrey's was a good, old-fashioned bar and grill. The owner had the television sets on several channels, ranging from sports to politics. The latter, with its increasing unpredictability, had recently become another opportunity for betting pools at the taverns and elsewhere. A man or woman could place bets on whether or not the City-State of Greater New York would allow the Hasidim to keep pork out of their neighborhoods through zoning, or about the "grave" issue of polygamy being formally legalized in Arizona, where the Mormon Fundamentalists were pushing for it. One could even wager on the outcome of the Ohio Civil War between the Evangelical Commonwealth in Cincinnati and the Columbus-based State Provisional Government under Governor Daryl Banes.

Gambling didn't personally interest Bertram, however. He wanted some nice bar food, such as BBQ ribs, steak fries, beer-battered fish, and quesadillas. He also wanted some beer. Hard liquor was out of question, unless he just thirsted to get drunk and pay through the nose. Tariffs on whiskey were too steep these days and the same was true of gin, vodka, and Bertram's personal favorite: genuine cognac from France. Only rich people used those, except on special occasions. Mexican tequila was the only hard drink not subject to high import duties and it disgusted Roger.

Another thing absent from the new Reno was tobacco. The unreliability of interstate commerce and the dangers faced by truck drivers made it easier for the Carolinas, Kentucky, and Virginia to sell their cigarettes to Europe, where more people smoked them anyway. Most brands were priced completely out of the marketplace. It was so unprofitable that the state didn't bother to tax it anymore. Gone were the smoke-filled pubs of the "good old days". Then again, Bertram noticed an overall improvement in the air and his own health since the ashtrays disappeared from the taverns.

Pot was discouraged from most bars, because the proprietors found it too competitive with alcohol for their liking. Most joints were smoked at home or in a few Dutch-style cafes.

In any case, he noticed a brand new bartender in the establishment that night. It was hard to miss her, as she had green hair, a tattoo of a whiskey bottle (clearly sentimental), and a conspicuous absence of piercing on her body. What was a wild girl like her doing with most of her skin intact? Her eyes were the same color as her hair, strangely enough. She also had no top at all. Thank whatever God might exist for the repeal of indecency laws, thought Sergeant Bertram. Many women still wore pants and shorts, if only to hold their possessions, but bras and other tops were relics of the past, at least after the fiery Sun had set.

From the lack of tan lines, Bertram realized that the lady probably took full advantage of the new legislation. This girl also wore a denim skirt with a slit in the back, which he saw as she bent over to get a glass for a high-paying Irish patron who had demanded Guinness. She didn't wear panties either. That skirt and her shoes were the only articles of clothing that she kept.

It was when she turned to him and asked him what kind of beer he wanted, that Roger saw that she had an ankle bracelet on her. Why the hell was she being monitored and by whom? Was she a parolee, and if so, did the state know what she did? Bertram knew that the alcohol and "fornication" prohibitions of ex-convicts were abolished long before, but most authorities were still unsure about the wisdom of undisciplined parolees associating with bikers and other ex-cons.

"I'll take a Michelob Light, in a bottle, with some fish and chips. I'm also curious as to why you're wearing an ankle monitor, if you don't mind telling me," Roger finally asked her.

"I'll get you the first two, but I don't think you'd understand the answer to the third," she replied, blushing as much as her tanned complexion permitted.

"Try me. I'm a cop. I've seen a lot," Bertram urged her.

"I'm a concubine, not an ex-con," she then told him, somewhat embarrassed.

"A concubine? You mean an indentured servant under the new law? That explains why I haven't seen you before. What's your name, or are you forbidden to say it?" he reacted. "Tabitha. I'm from Pittsburgh. What's yours, Officer?" she responded saucily.

"Actually, it's Sergeant Roger Bertram of the Department of Public Safety. I'm a detective with the Reno district. Who's your sponsor? I've never run into a servant before. I take it that you're still treated largely as a person," he commented.

"I belong to the bartender, Jeffrey Gomez. So far, I'm his 3rd companion. I didn't expect to become a virtual slave when I moved out here, but I also didn't have any idea of how to survive out here in the first place. I'm just glad that I ended with a good guy, not a pimp or a pusher," she declared.

"There are no pimps anymore. There are a lot fewer pushers too. Apparently, a more obvious form of control has replaced underground arrangements. So, whose idea was the topless thing?" he asked her.

"Mine, of course. I am as wild as my new Master. I still get a kick out of calling him that, since I used to try some light bondage with my ex-boyfriend. I like to think that I'm freer than most citizens in some ways. It's odd to be a concubine, but I have no complaints about Jeff. He's let me do what I want, as long as I service him and work for him. I just hope he doesn't make me get pierced. That's the only punk thing I don't like. Tattoos hurt enough, but at least they are artistic. They express something about me. Piercing is just meaningless pain, if you ask me," she announced with a wink.

"So, you don't mind pain from a Master or a tattoo, but piercing goes too far? Damn, you're strange, but I must admit that you're cute. I wouldn't mind 'borrowing' you from Jeff for a night, if both of you are cool with it. I'd definitely like to talk to him about where he found you. Was there some agency, by chance?" Roger probed.

"As a matter of fact, a private contractor arranged it. This guy handled the details rather well. It was done through an ad in a men's magazine. It was amazing how quickly he set me up with a Master. Technically, Jeff is my 'patron', but we all know better. I have to say that I wouldn't exactly object to helping if he's cool with it. I also like the idea of referring you to Tim. He's the contractor. He'll be very happy to get more business by word of mouth, especially from a happy concubine, which I am," Tabitha smiled flirtatiously.

"Well, if you can set it up with Jeff, I'd be very nice to you. You don't mind anal, do you?" Bertram proposed, while eating his fish and chips.

"Anal sex doesn't bother me. My ex used to do it a few times. Jeff has fucked my ass too. I have to warn you, though, that I don't like condoms. Would you be opposed to riding me 'bareback'? I was tested for STDs and HIV by the agency and passed. That's one of the conditions of my emigration. My only sex partners since then have been Jeff and his other girls," Tabitha suggested.

Roger loved that idea. He hadn't taken a woman bareback, especially in the ass, since his divorce. This girl seemed very wild, which was very much to his taste. He wanted to fuck her like a rabbit and send her back to Jeff with praise. He also wanted to know more about her.

"How old are you?" he asked her after they left the bar later that night with Gomez's permission.

"23. What about you, sir?" she grinned at him.

"43. I'm literally 20 years your senior. Does that bother you?" he inquired curiously, not too worried about the age issue.

"So, you're old enough to be my father. Big deal! Jeff is just a few years your junior himself. My ex was 15 years older than me. Of course, he was also married, which didn't concern me until I met his wife and heard HER side of the story. I found out that she wasn't the royal bitch that he claimed her to be. HE was the one depriving her of sex, because of his obsession with me. Apparently, he was going to trade her in for a 'younger model'. How fucking cliché! I'm sorry. I shouldn't be telling you all of this stuff," Tabitha (or "Tabby cat", as she preferred to be called) informed him.

"Actually, it's quite fascinating to hear about your past," the sergeant said.

When they arrived at Bertram's apartment, the bartender/servant wasted no time at all with further talk, however. She quickly removed her skirt, asked him where she could find the lube, and headed to the bathroom to get it. Then she shocked him by immediately bending over his love seat, inviting him to take her ass.

Not wanting to be cruel, Roger made sure that Tabitha received some pleasure too. He grabbed her cheeks, spread them, and began licking her crack. As he rimmed her, she eagerly responded to the pleasure. He could smell the strong scent of her soaking pussy as he tongued her bottom. Her cunt would have to be another area that he fucked like it was his last chance.

When he had thoroughly dampened her with his mouth, Bertram lubed up his cock and Tabby's sphincter. Slowly, but steadily, he stuck his 7 inch dick inside her backdoor. She reacted by pushing back against him with her ass. Evidently, the experience of his meaty member in her butt was even greater than the idea of it to her. It became obvious to Roger why the concubine didn't resent her lot. She may not have been a slut, but she had an unashamed love of sex.

Whatever had driven her to Nevada, the DPS man knew that he was pleased that it had done so. He might not keep her long-term, but he would make full use of her while she was present. He thought about this as he rode the punky bartender anally. Looking at her smooth, silky ass, he had little difficulty cumming. He spilled a considerable load of his juices in her bottom, before she came herself and they both slumped from the considerable exercise that they had just shared.

Despite the fatigue, which was not surprising at midnight, they looked forward to another session after they had recovered. Roger just hoped that he would last longer the next time that he screwed her.

*

This is posted on another site under "Col. Jack Harrison". That is my other pen name.

[SEVERUSMAX]

Sergeant Bertram's nap lasted considerably longer than he expected, as he had a bit of beer in his system. He was asleep for 2 hours. After emptying his bladder, he returned to the couch to check up on Tabitha, the concubine that he had borrowed from Jeff Gomez. She was totally naked by this point and looked as sexy now as she did earlier.

Naturally, he was eager to fuck her again, but how would she react to being screwed while she slept. Would she wake up or not? Well, he figured, she was the least likely candidate to object and he had always fantasized about banging a woman as she slept. Being nude himself, there was no difficulty in simply spreading her legs and using a finger or two to prepare her. He made sure to lube the digits first. Then he just entered her pussy suddenly.

To say that Tabby woke up would be an understatement. She jolted out of her sleep and looked up at the man who kept thrusting into her cunt. Hardly offended, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into herself. She even slipped him some tongue as they kissed.

"I take it that this was a pleasant surprise for you," he teased her.

"Well, who the hell wouldn't want to wake up to sex? I was dreaming about it, anyway. This beats a dream, though," she reacted.

Encouraged by the bartender, Roger continued to pound her womanhood with his cock. From the moans that he got out of her, she was obviously enjoying herself. She even started milking him with her tight pussy. Clearly, she was as horny as himself, so maybe she HAD dreamt about fucking.

Now that Tabitha was awake, however, Bertram determined to switch her into the "doggie" style. It took little effort to persuade her, as she knew that men go deeper inside women that way. When he started pumping her again, she felt even more pleasure and responded by pushing her ass back at him. He could feel her increasing wetness as he rammed her.

Soon, in fact, the concubine had begun a serious climax. The feeling of his cock in her cunt made the refugee grunt and groan with delight. Sweat dripped from her skin and hair as she experienced the orgasm, which was definitely not a fake. The DPS officer had gotten her off.

Now, of course, it was his turn to cum. After she recovered from her ecstasy, Tabby focused on giving the Sergeant his release. She returned to milking him with her pussy and soon achieved her goal, as she could tell when his seed shot into her twat. The movements of his manhood were quite detectable in her tight cunt and she felt his juice pouring into her hole.

Slumping on top on his borrowed servant the 2nd time that night, Bertram knew that any more sex would have to wait until the morning. He was hardly a young man, as he reminded himself a lot these days. For now, he would lay with Tabitha and wait for sleep to take over again. The next morning, knowing that he would soon have to return the girl to her Master, Sergeant Bertram decided to ask her more about herself over breakfast. This she had made her for them on her own, scrambling some eggs and toasting a couple of English muffins.

"Damn, these are great! A pity that bacon is hard to get these days. The farmers in Arkansas just don't sell it out here as much as they used to do," he complimented her.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I love good bacon, fried on a griddle. I also like ham and sausage. Hell, we can't even get pepperoni on our pizza anymore without paying an arm and a leg for them! I never realized how much I took it for granted. In Pittsburgh, I could get the stuff, but only as much as I could afford with ration cards. Of course, that was a place that I'll NEVER see again," she related.

"Why not? What happened to you in Pittsburgh?" he probed.

"I got caught in the Battle of Pittsburgh. The Republican Front is still fighting to seize it from the Communists who are in charge there. I frankly hope that they win too. The Reds were nothing but trouble for me. Ration cards and breadlines, in a state that EXPORTS WHEAT, no less! I don't know this Lomax guy very well, except from the awful propaganda about him by the People's Department of Information, but I'm rooting for him anyway. I tell you, I never kept up with the politics in the old days and I regret it now. At least back then, it was civilized. Now, people are literally fighting for what they believe," she declared.

"Yes, politics now make those of the past seem like 'the good old days' sometimes. Well, they do in other states, that is. Here in Nevada, things have actually gotten better in many ways. I suspect that's why you came out West," Roger noted.

"That and my ex-boyfriend was an opportunist who got cozy with the Reds when they took over Pennsylvania. He not only landed a job with the Bureau of People's Census, but he even joined the fucking Party and used his connections to harass me about getting back with him. I wasn't about to do that, even for more ration cards.

"I heard that he denounced his wife for 'subverting the Revolution' and had her sent to a gulag near Lancaster. By the way, 'Amish country' is no more. They rounded up the poor farmers and their families. The children were sent to a state orphanage. The women were raped and sentenced to hard labor along with the men. When I say 'hard labor', I mean exactly that. They are nearly worked to death. It reminds me of what I read in school about the old Soviet Union.

"Anyway, when the battle started, I was already plotting to emigrate to Nevada. I figured that I would then be far from the frontlines of the war. Then that jackass of an ex-boyfriend tried to have me 'conscripted' into the People's Home Guard, as women are no longer exempt from it. I decided that I had to leave immediately and scrap my complex arrangements for the other end of the journey. Naturally, departing in a hurry meant that I had to take what I could get, so here I am. I was staying in a motel room, saw an ad, and responded to it. Jeff bought me and made me his 'indentured servant'. It could have been MUCH worse IMO. I'm not exactly free, but I'm not a slave, either. I have some rights and protections, even if I'm not a citizen. Life under the Reds or in a war zone sucks compared to this, trust me," Tabitha explained.

"I guess it would. I hadn't really heard that much in the news about Pittsburgh. Either there's too much happening closer to home or it's a stalemate that bores the network affiliates. Only CNN talks about it on a daily basis and they're in Atlanta, barely outside of the Front's territory. One can't blame them for wondering when they will be under siege by the RF. In any case, I'm surprised that any of the networks still exist myself," Bertram remarked.

"Well, only the Communists and Evangelicals bother to harass and seize their affiliates. The rest like getting their news too much to interfere. I guess it's old American attitudes about the media that keep the networks mostly intact. The press is still treated with a grudging respect for its usefulness. Plus, it's a surviving part of the 'good old days'. Who wants to mess with that? Hollywood is still making movies, for Pete's sake! Right in the middle of a political crisis, the entertainment industry continues its art," Tabby replied.

"The porn films, for instance? There's more of it, in fact. A lot more amateur videos and DVDs, I've noticed. Everyone and his uncle is making an adult film these days. Not that I'm complaining. Hell, I've got more options now. Even Jenna Jameson has come out of retirement to do some neat movies. Mind you, she had to flee Arizona first and avoid the Mormon Fundamentalist threats on her life. That must have been some scare for her, especially after they shot her husband to intimidate her," he responded.

"Yeah, she's probably porn's first famous widow. I'm still sad for her. I mean, she finally did what the right-wing nutcases wanted and settled down with a man to raise a family, and she only got her hubby clipped for her pains! I'd be pissed off myself if that happened!

"Anyway, I imagine that the RF is waging a war of attrition. They will wear the Reds down until they have to surrender or evacuate. Given their superior resources, I'd bet on the Front. Of course, that may just be wishful thinking on my part, but I've seen the fighting first hand. The Republican Front has the Commies outgunned and outmanned. They can call up troops from Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, and North Carolina. The Reds only have one state and they have to draft women just to hold onto Pittsburgh!" the bartender clarified.

"Holy shit, you have learned a lot about this for a girl your age!" Roger observed.

"Well, my job also exposes me to TV news. CNN is on a lot for the political junkies. I must admit to becoming one myself. If I ever get free from the indentured service thing, I'll have to become a citizen and register to vote. I'll be a Libertarian for sure. That's assuming that Nevada is still a free country by that time," she stated.

At that point, Tabitha's cell phone rang.

"Yes, Master. I'm still with Roger. I'll be on my way. Thank you for letting me spend the night with him. Yeah, he's great. Don't worry, he didn't harm me or try to steal me from you. He's your friend, after all. I'll tell him I've got to go. Yes, you're a great Master.

"Tell Lola that I'll bring back her skirt. I just wanted to use it for a night. I have GOT to buy myself one of those! She said to kiss her ass, eh? Well, tell her to bend over and I'll even slip in some tongue. She should watch her expressions around someone with a butt fetish. Alright, I love you too. Bye for now, Master," she answered it before hanging up.

"Was that Jeff?" Bertram asked.

"Yeah, that was my Master. I tell ya, I think I'm really falling for the guy. He's a real sweetheart for an owner. I get along VERY WELL with the other girls too, like I said last night. I know that we insult each other a lot, but that's just for laughs. We have a good deal of fun. Okay, can you drop me off at the bar? I'll be sure to buy you a round or two the next time you visit," she pleaded.

Roger agreed and kissed her goodbye as he watched Tabitha get out of the car. He admired her ass, which showed from the slit in the back of Lola's skirt. After getting a piece of that last night, he realized that his decision was made for him. He would follow Jeff's wise example and "sponsor" some migrants himself. If they were anything like her, he could look forward to a long and happy life of sex and good service from a handful of "concubines". He would never be sexually frustrated again, due to a nice harem in his own house. Now, what was Tim's number again?

[SEVERUSMAX]

His abrupt promotion to lieutenant in the Nevada DPS got Roger Bertram thinking. If he played things right, he could have a couple of concubines, but no more than that. Well, he could put them to work in some way to help earn their keep, or at least one of them. Actually, having one around to clean the house would be nice as well. Since his wife Alice had left him for a casino manager in Vegas (she regretted marrying a man who wasn't rich), Roger hadn't had anyone to take care of the house. He did it himself, but that was a hassle that he tended to delay as long as he could.

Of course, that didn't mean that Alice actually did any of the housework herself. She apparently paid gullible college guys and gals to do it for her with sex. Cheating to get unpaid labor was easier than being faithful and having to do it herself, or getting a job and hiring a maid with their combined income. Infidelity wasn't a release from deprivation, as it was for Roger. It was an exchange of services, a matter of convenience.

Sadly, Roger didn't learn that until later. If he had, he would have been free of her sooner. Not that he was a hypocrite, but it just confirmed that sex to his wife was nothing more than a business transaction. She never actually seemed to relax and make an effort to enjoy it. It was all about what she could get for her pussy.

Before that point, he just assumed that she was a good homemaker, if nothing else. She had to be good for something, since she seemed to view sex as a chore that was necessary to have a man pay her way in life. When he had been young and naïve, he didn't know any better. He never found out just how great sex really could be until he broke down and had a few affairs with female friends that proved to be at least modest improvements over Alice.

In a manner of speaking, Roger felt almost grateful to the man who took that shrew off his hands and gave him back the chance to have some great sex for a change. Marriage to Alice was every bit as exasperating as he had been warned that it would be, back when he was a rash young man straight out of the Academy, and thought that she was the most fun-loving gal that he had ever met.

Even though she made him wait until marriage for sex, she at least gave him head before that stage. He foolishly thought that her decision to abstain was for religious or philosophical reasons. The truth was that she wanted to have a guaranteed return on her physical investment. She feared that if she put out, as she later confessed, they might break up at some point and she wouldn't be entitled to a red cent. Once she safely had him, she would be free to act as she pleased, since she could always get half of his possessions.

Roger spent most of his marriage trying to treat Alice as an equal and respect her, only to have her show him nothing but disdain. Dating a policeman wasn't good enough for her after a while, and she made it plain to him. He honestly tried to be a good husband, although it proved to be more frustrating than it was worth. He eventually lost any real interest in sex with her, as it was always based on a trade of sorts. Marriage to her was like prostitution, except that most whores turned out to be better in the sack.

His first extramarital fling was with Sue, a fifty year old widow who lived across the street from him. It happened when he was 38, two years before his divorce. Despite a dozen years of an age gap, she was still more active in bed than Alice. She wasn't doing it for money, after all.

So soon after her husband's death, she didn't want a new spouse yet. She just wanted some fun for once, and she looked for an unhappily married man. She wanted someone not ready to leave his wife, but hungry for pleasure, just like her. When Roger bedded her, she reveled in the fact that she pleased him better than his wife, but she also warned him that she wouldn't want anything serious. Since he wasn't eager for a new spouse, this was good news to the detective.

That was 5 years ago, of course. Since then, Roger had slept with some more ladies, none of them at work. He also tested himself to see if he was sterile, out of idle curiosity. It turned out that he was quite potent, so he examined some of his wife's records and learned that she had her tubes tied a couple of years into their marriage.

Before then, she had taken the pill religiously, even when she claimed that she wanted to try to conceive by him. She had no intention of getting pregnant, which meant a major lie on her part. Since he had been unfaithful and didn't know about her cheating, however, he didn't feel right about leaving her over that. It also didn't occur to him that she might be up to more than simply freeing up cash for shopping and gambling (she had a distinct fondness for slot machines).

Nevertheless, the incident had caused a major argument when he confronted her over the question. In the long run, her sterilization benefited him, but it was still a deception. He let it go after a while, since he realized that he had quit being totally honest with her, particularly about his sex life. The fight was one more step in the disintegration of their union, adding to their mutual animosity.

The final two years of Roger's marriage were enough to guarantee that he was jaundiced on the institution. It was mostly a sexless hell on his part, since the number of extramarital liaisons was small in number and none of them lasted for more than a few months. He also had a one-night stand with a bank teller, but that wasn't much more than a drunken romp that he could barely recall. He certainly didn't remember it being a life-altering experience, or even a significant one.

In all probability, Alice ironically fooled around on a nearly constant basis by this point. It was a good thing that she kept it (mostly) to a small clique of college frat boys and sorority girls, because she might have otherwise infected Roger on those rare nights that he succumbed to the urge to bribe his wife for sex. It was odd that Alice got more action than Roger, and she actually liked it less.

The end began to be undeniable when Alice gave Roger a "Dear John" postcard with a photo of her new beau. Evidently, she had met him a few weeks before at the same casino and found out that he was the manager. Realizing that he was rich and somewhat influential, Mrs. Bertram decided that he was Mr. Right. Naturally, her thighs were opened for him on the first date, and he asked her to leave her man for him. He hadn't proposed marriage yet, but Alice didn't dare to risk losing her golden goose. The prize was worth taking her chances with him.

"So, that's it, huh? You want to leave me for him because he runs a casino? Well, you gamble enough that it could come in handy, I guess. You have a sick sense of humor, Alice. 'Dear John' letters are supposed to express some sorrow that the marriage didn't work out, while acknowledging the hard reality of these things. You're just rubbing my smaller finances in my face, making it obvious that you have no class.

"Well, that's typical of your attitude, so I am not really going to shed tears, either. Our marriage has been something of a joke for years now. There is no reason to put off dissolving it anymore. This is as good a time as any. Sooner or later, one of us would have used the escape clause, namely divorce.

"At least we don't have kids. This should be as simple as basic math, don't you think? I don't give a damn about getting everything, but if you're moving to Vegas, there is no reason for you to need the house here. You can have your Civic and two-thirds of our joint-savings. Sound fair? That's 2 grand for you, one for me. I'll keep the Vulcan, since you hate bikes, anyway.

"Don't expect alimony, however. You have your wealthy lover, so the only point to asking for spousal support would be to fleece me, and you know it. I doubt that you'll ever have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. There's no purpose to spite and malice here, especially if you want a clean and easy break.

"We want rid of each other, right? Frankly, I haven't enjoyed this marriage for a long time, and I doubt that you have gotten much from it, either. Let's just admit that we don't love each other, and part as something less than enemies, if not as friends," Roger urged his estranged wife.

"Roger, since I'm leaving you, I think that you deserve to know that it was never about love. It was about financial security, plain and simple. I married you for money, so that I wouldn't have to work at all. As long as I get my fair share of the assets, I won't harass you for the rest of our lives. You'll probably see me again, but only in Vegas, and I'll be civil, unless I'm drunk. If I'm tipsy enough, I might boast a bit or taunt you, but not to be hurtful. It would just be to get a laugh or two from your reaction. It's not spite on my part.

"You were okay in bed, as men go in that department. I just long ago accepted that I care more about possessions than about sexual intercourse. I like comfort and ease, whatever it costs. I fake orgasms when I need to, and I'm not ashamed of it. I don't think that any man will ever get me off. I doubt that any woman would, either, in case you're wondering. I don't think that I'm gay. I can swap one man out for another without noticing any difference. Good luck, Roger," Alice answered, before walking out without even seeking a goodbye kiss. She was an authentic cold fish.

Roger never did tell his ex about his own trysts, mainly because he wanted to save that knowledge for if or when she really rubbed her own infidelity in his face. He wanted to see the shock on her face, after a lifetime of thinking that she put one over her first husband. Let her think that he resorted purely to Rosie Redpalm and her five daughters, he laughed to himself as he stopped remembering the events of his 22 year old marriage.

Those memories drifted from the cop's mind, as he called up Tim Lansing to look into the idea of an indentured servant or two. He just hoped that they were sexy, adventurous, and reasonably submissive in nature. He didn't mind a little sass from his concubines, but not a ton of insubordination. That would defeat the point of kept women. He liked what Tim did for Jeff, at least with Tabitha. That in itself recommended his services.

"Hello, Lansing Indentures, Flora speaking," a lovely accent got Roger's attention. It was clearly South American in some way, but he couldn't be sure from where.

"Hi, my name is Roger Bertram. My friend Jeff and his concubine suggested that I try your services," the lieutenant explained with an anticipatory grin on his face.

"Well, as a concubine myself, let me assure you that this is a wonderful choice that you are making here. If all masters are like Tim, the servants are lucky and grateful, too. Do you have any preferences in concubines? Male or female?" Flora responded with enthusiasm.

"I want women. I'm looking for two, to be exact. No more, no less. Do you think that you can find me two ladies willing to please a forty something man and make it unnecessary for him to ever date again?" Roger inquired, gaining some hope with each minute.

"Two girls, but how old? What nationality, or do you not care?" the secretary probed, following protocol.

"I don't care about that, so much as I want women who are into bondage, anal sex, threesomes, and pregnancy. Bisexual women are a major plus, as are girls who like golden showers. A little sassiness is okay, but no defiant attitudes, of course. I want them to appreciate living with me. Jealousy should be minimal at most.

"One of them should be career-oriented, but not extremely so. The other one should like domestic chores, such as cooking and cleaning. I understand that your indentured servants are all tested for HIV and STDs, right? Those aside, age and race don't matter," the DPS officer clarified with excitement at the idea of actually getting his ideal women at 43.

"Yes, we screen for such things as social diseases, guaranteed. Very well, thank you, Mr. Bertram. We have your number on caller ID, so we'll mark it down under your name, and contact you when we have the women that we think you'll prefer to the others. At that point, you can pay with cash, credit, or debit, if you decide that you like them.

"I must warn you that there is no refund, but you can, of course, always put them back on the market if you change your mind. Contracts can be sold, as you know. In many cases, they're sold to the servant when enough money is earned, freeing him or her from indenture.

"That's best to avoid until we concubines are more financial independent, however, and even then many of us don't relish a return to being responsible for our own lives. Some of us actually enjoy the kinkier aspects of being in bondage to someone else, speaking from experience. I didn't know that about myself until a while after I came here from Venezuela," Flora commented with some of her own background to illuminate the facts for him.

"So, you consider it fun, to belong to Tim?" Roger observed with curiosity.

"Si, Senor Bertram! Maybe it's because I just like being controlled by someone in principle, you know. So, there you go, sir. You're on record, and we'll be calling you soon, I promise," Flora's sultry voice assured him.

That was done now. Roger would have concubines soon, and he had every reason to think that they would be very great for him. If he was right, then his dating and frustrating days were over. So was chasing women in the bars. With not one but two sexy gals at home, he'd be satisfied and stay home a lot more often. Though, of course, he would still visit Jeff's a lot, only with his women present.

[SEVERUSMAX]

Roger Bertram waited about eleven days, before he got his call from Flora at Lansing Industries. She told him that Tim had found his women and would meet him at the Lansing corporate HQ. Flora didn't bother to hide her excitement over her part in the matchmaking business. Evidently, she enjoyed that part of her role.

Tim was a 53 year old former independent contractor who had gone into the indenture business as a second career when he sold his construction company. This was less physically demanding, although Mr. Lansing was still as fit and strong as ever. He was a massive fellow, in fact, weighing probably 235 lbs. and standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall. He also had a gregarious nature, even if he showed some of his age with his gray hair.

"Well, if it isn't Roger Bertram. So, you're the one with a very clear idea of what he wants, except that you don't care about the basic stats. I hope that you won't be disappointed by what we found, then," Tim shook Roger's hand with his firm, manly grip.

"Can I show him, boss? Please?" an enthusiastic Flora pleaded with her patron.

"Sure, Flora, baby," he grinned, as the tall, elegant Venezuelan lady practically ran in a very giddy manner to bring the lucky girls out into the lobby.

"Is she always like that?" Roger wondered openly.

"Not really. Just when she is about to find a patron for some fortunate women. She is so happy with her lot that she naturally assumes that other girls will be as well. So far, she has rarely been wrong about that. She has also helped me by suggesting some possibilities, and her picks are often as accurate as my own. I'm thinking of making her my partner, if she ever gets out of indenture," Tim commented with obvious pride.

"Did she help pick mine?" Bertram inquired.

"Actually, one of them was strongly encouraged by Flora. You'll probably like her as much as my concubine did. She's certainly a babe, as is the other one. Trust me on this: you're in for a life that is a man's fantasy come to life. The good thing about dreams is that sometimes they can happen, even if most people dismiss them as impossible. I suppose that some good came of this chaos, such as shaking up people's stupid ideas about sex and letting them see what really matters," the agency owner remarked in his rather confident way.

At that moment, Flora returned with the two women whom Roger had requested. One was a statuesque female in her mid-20s who had such a girlish and vivacious attitude that she was almost impossible to think of as a grown woman, not that this was completely a bad thing. She had the look of a Goth posing as chic, a guise that wouldn't pass more than superficial scrutiny. She had long, brown hair with blonde highlights and bright blue eyes full of mischief. She also looked a bit familiar to Roger, oddly enough.

The other woman was a full-figured girl with pale skin and curly black hair. She had the most fascinating and friendly pair of eyes that rotated between shades of gray and green. She was a bit shorter than her colleague was, but that was no issue for Mr. Bertram. She had the right mentality, and as a bonus, she had a great butt. She also blushed a bit when she saw the look of desire on Roger's face.

"Senor Bertram, please meet your prospective mates. This is Ninve Marat and I believe that you've seen Jeannette Patterson on the silver screen before. Yep, you actually have a famous Hollywood actress as a potential concubine. Don't ask me how she came to be in our employ. I imagine that's a story that she would prefer to tell you herself. Suffice it to say that she wasn't as content with her lot as she appeared to be. Girls, meet your new Master," Flora introduced them with joy.

"So, Roger, what do you think of your women?" Tim asked his client.

"They're terrific, from what I can see. So, what is the charge for these fine girls?" Lt. Bertram probed.

"I think that we can discuss that in my office, away from the ladies. I trust that you will find it reasonable," Mr. Lansing assured the customer, gesturing for them to sit down there and converse about that.

Roger indeed found the terms quite sensible, especially the rate. It still gave Tim a profit, but Mr. Bertram wouldn't lose his life's savings. Fifteen minutes later, they emerged and began arranging the details of moving the girls in with their new patron. It was not long before Roger and Tim shook hands again, the former said goodbye to Flora, and signaled for the nervous ladies to join him in his car.

"So, I think that we should celebrate this night. What's your poison, girls?" the cop asked his companions.

"Given the cost, I'll stick to beer," Ninve suggested.

"Same here. I normally try to go light, but I wouldn't mind a Fat Tire tonight," Jeannette mentioned.

"I think that can be arranged," Roger nodded in a very affable mood.

Bertram made it back to his apartment rather quickly, despite the mutual staring between himself and his new servants. He basically owned these two women, and one of them was a former Hollywood starlet! The other, to be fair, was just as fascinating in her own way, and he certainly planned to learn both of their stories. He wanted to know why these women had sold themselves voluntarily into bondage.

"So, if I'm not mistaken, Jeannette, you won an Oscar not too long ago. What's happened to make you give that life up for this one?" Roger asked her in Ninve's presence while they grabbed some food and beer from his fridge.

"That's a long story, Roger, but I will be happy to summarize it for you. I'm a method actress. I want to spend some time as a concubine, taking a sort of working sabbatical. Then, when my contract expires, I'll return to Hollywood and play an indentured maidservant for the silver screen. But I wanted to do it realistically, since I'm method, as I said. Also, this gives me a way out of renewing my deal with that idiot boss of mine. I don't mind the casting couch, but he goes too far. Not to mention that I'm really a Goth at heart, and this will let me be one for a while," Ms. Patterson explained between sips of her Fat Tire.

"Not to mention that you broke up with Royce not long ago?" Ninve added.

"Well, that, too. He was a stinking drunk, so I didn't need him. It's one thing to drink casually, like we're doing now, but he was nearly always sauced toward the end. Plus, he's a hypocrite. He's a fucking director and probably gets a dozen blowjobs from auditioning thespians, but he gets incensed at the idea that I might possibly give one. Never mind that it's how we met in the first place. Well, enough about me. Perhaps Ninve should talk now," she clarified.

"There's less for me to say. My beau got killed in an accident last month. I was Jen's assistant, you see. She told me her plans and I decided to join her. I can't say that I regret it, at least not yet," Ninve chimed in.

"We've gotten even closer, too, don't ya think?" Jeannette observed.

"Well, yes, now that you're not my boss anymore, Jen," Ms. Marat teased her as she drank her own beer.

"That's good, girls, but the main thing is that we're together now. Just so you understand, while there are house rules, they won't be too stringent. I need one of you to work, but the other one to stay home. We can decide that rather quickly, I think. The homemaker will be expected to do the bulk of household chores, I want you to know.

"Naturally, sex will be required of the two of you, as will an ability to get past any jealousy. It will be my kind of sex. That's the whole point of acquiring concubines, after all. I'm warning you upfront that I am a bit on the wild and kinky side when it comes to intercourse. You will also be expected to go nude at home, and to have sexual relations with each other. I might have you bear me children, but that's not guaranteed. I just want to prepare you for this whole situation," Roger declared to his new servants, neither of whom seemed a bit upset at the ideas he expressed.

"Yeah, I kind of assumed that we'd have to fuck you, not to mention each other. I'm cool with screwing Jen. She has a nice body and I suspect that she has a wild streak that she tries to hide from even me. Or rather, she tried in the past tense. Something tells me that she won't hide much anymore from me. So, what do you want us to do first, Boss?" Ninve agreed.

Roger grinned as he thought as what he'd really like from his women as his first sexual act with them. Yes, he would have to do that. He cleared his throat to ensure that he kept their attention.

"Well, I first want you gals to undress for me, right now. Give me a damned good striptease, to get me started. I want the two of you to work as a team, too. Kiss each other, hell, French kiss and make out, but don't actually eat each other out yet. That can wait a moment or two longer. You can grope each other, of course," he directed his new companions.

"That sounds fine by me, Master," Jen answered, as Ninve and she began to disrobe for his benefit.

Within seconds, they were half-naked and engrossed in a bisexual session that would make anyone but a gay man drool in response. Ninve's tongue was fully immersed in Jeannette's throat, and the actress made certain to return the favor. Ms. Marat proved to be a sloppy French kisser, but that was nothing likely to make Roger complain, or even Jen for that matter.

When they broke that kiss, they resumed taking off their clothes in a way that tantalized one another as well as their patron. Certainly, Ninve had latent Sapphic tendencies, if not Jeannette, but Roger suspected that both of them were at least slightly bi.

After their panties were gone, they didn't stop, either. Jen began to caress Ninve's hair, stroking it with her long fingers, and then Ninve slid her own digits into Jeannette's cunt. This prompted her partner to follow suit, and the pair gave off a definite scent of arousal from their girl-on-girl interaction.

"Don't stop on my account, girls," Roger instructed them, so the duo continued to masturbate each other, while he removed his pants and showed his undeniable endowment to the twain.

Still playing with each other's twats, Ninve and Jen approached him and gestured a rather unmistakable query. He nodded, and the shorter woman knelt to suck his dick with all of the urgency of an Olympic swimmer desperate to catch with her rivals. Instead of joining her friend, Jeannette positioned herself behind her former assistant and spread her ass-cheeks.

Ninve shivered as Jen started rimming her and whispered that she had long secretly wished for a chance to do just that. She didn't quit deep-throating Roger, of course. In fact, she sucked harder on his cock, as if to pleasure him as intensely as her girlfriend did with her. The more eagerly Jeannette devoured her bottom, the more insatiable Ninve became for Roger's prick.

The girls then abruptly swapped places, letting Jen give Roger a very enthusiastic blowjob while Ninve licked her butt-crack. Mr. Bertram had a lot of difficulty restraining his release, but he did so, anyway. He wanted to expend his first dose of cum in either their cunts or their asses.

They were aware of this, but they wanted to make sure to take their cues from their Master. Naturally, therefore, they kept up their oral switch back and forth to service him until he told them to take a breather. They awaited his wishes as he walked back into the kitchen and motioned for them to follow him.

"Put your hands on the island and kiss each other while I take you. I'm going to fuck each of you in turns. I will start the rotation by fucking Jeannette, and then I will switch to Ninve. When I'm ready, I will swap back to Jen, and then return to Ninve. We will keep this up until all three of us cum. The first of you gals to cum will get to fuck the other with a strap-on dildo first, while I ram the lucky girl in the ass.

"There will be similar contests happening a lot in the future, though sometimes it will be the woman with better self-control and sometimes it will be the one to get my spunk when I cum who receives the prize. You'll just have to prepare yourselves for any possible set of rules, though they won't be cruel ones, mind you," Roger commanded them, as he got the lube ready for their pussies.

Bertram wasn't gentle as he entered the ladies. As a matter of fact, he made a point of showing that he was only laid-back when that mood struck him. He could be quite domineering when that approach struck his fancy. Neither woman griped or begged him to slow down or take it easy. Instead, they pushed back with a fervor of need, clearly encouraging their new de facto owner to ram them as roughly as he pleased.

It was evident that both ladies were very compatible with his preferences and each other. Far from being a prima donna due to her formerly high-maintenance lifestyle, Jen accepted that Mr. Bertram now called the shots. Ninve, naturally, was accustomed to taking orders from other people, and that included in the bedroom.

Roger also fingered their assholes with lubricated digits to prepare them physically and mentally for buggery. He didn't have much time left to do that, however, since he soon came in Jen's cunt. This strangely caused Ninve to cum ahead of her erstwhile boss, but not by too many seconds. Her secret was the thought of licking that cum from her friend's pussy, and it gave her a rush that she couldn't control at all.

Both of them were relatively loud climaxers, but Ninve's change of shade from pale to beet red made her situation unquestionable. She had orgasmed before Jeannette, so she would get to fuck her with a dildo. Roger told Jen to go find a strap-on with a thigh harness from his bedroom closet, one of the few that he had recently purchased. He also informed her that there were multiple sizes, so she could choose whichever one she sought to have Ninve put inside her.

To his very pleasant surprise, and her fellow concubine's, Jen picked the largest one that she could see in the fetish section. She beamed when she noticed that it was also a vibrator. Not even flinching, the actress stunned both of her lovers by putting herself on the dining room table with her lovely derriere on display.

"Well, Jen knew the risks and picked a huge dildo. So, Ninve, given that you're going to take it in the ass yourself, what do you prefer? You could fuck her pussy in the doggie position or you could pound her butt with that massive vibrator. She seems open to either kind of penetration. It's up to you, girl, so choose what you really want," Lt. Bertram instructed her.

"I'll let Jen choose, if you don't mind. Both of her holes are delicious. I'll own up to craving her almost as much as I desire you, though only almost. As long as you fuck me and I screw her, I'm cool with either option," Ninve declared with a wide grin.

"My ass, I insist! If Ninve gets it up the butt, so do I. I want to feel whatever she does. I'm sure that I'll enjoy it, since I like rough sex of all kinds. I've wanted to try it for a while now," she begged her partners.

"You're an anal virgin, and yet you picked the biggest dildo possible? Well, no one would call you chicken," Roger commented, as Ninve winked at him and applied the lube to Jen's backside.

Soon, Ms. Marat had her harness and vibrator ready and began to ream her girlfriend's tight tush. Jeannette gasped when she felt the early pain, but she soon relaxed and cooperated with the woman who now slammed her asshole with the dildo. Roger quickly added his own dick to the threesome, giving Ninve as hard a shove in the backdoor as she gave to Jen.

"Oh, I lied," Jeannette laughed as Ninve rammed her and Roger took her bottom.

"How so?" they both groaned as the sodomy train continued.

"I've had it in the ass plenty of times, back when I was a man," she giggled.

This news so excited her two companions that they probed her deeper and harder.

"So that's why you're even keener on anal than Ninve here. You have a prostate!" Roger remarked with enhanced lust.

"Try it out for yourself whenever you're ready, but yes, I do. I'm so glad that the press doesn't pry as exhaustively into thespians' past lives, or you would know that already. I told you that I am method, and I liked the whole transgender scene so much when I was obscure that I decided to change my sex. I went the whole way and made a new career as a woman," Jen grunted as Ninve shoved it deeper into her colon.

Finally, the extremely aroused Roger and Ninve came from the idea as well as the encounter. Jeannette confirmed her prior sex by reacting to the stimulus with her own climax. The trio slumped for a while, with the lieutenant's seed now present in Ninve's bowels and Jen's surgically created pussy.

They fell asleep in that position, but woke up for a short time before retiring to Roger's bed. Each woman also cleaned his dick and the other concubine's holes as well. They drifted into steamy dreams of the most intense ménage a trois possible, assuming that this hadn't occurred that very night.