Arthur’s fantasy – this is a different slant on the Carol cum Coral story.
Prologue:
On another world in our galaxy, the states have always been at war with their neighboring states. At one time the armies consisted only of men; however, after many generations of war, the male population has dwindled to a small percentage of the population. Now, women are the warriors and battle each other. This has been the result of a change of mood. The battles are less about feuding and land grabs and more about television entertainment for the masses.
This is now a matriarchal / mostly lesbian society, perhaps with too many women; therefore, the hostilities continue.
A few of the men left have been chosen for military service and go through training as company commanders. They are of officer rank and do not engage in the actual fighting. They are far too valuable as inseminators. The first few years of their service, they are in the rear echelons at headquarters learning newer battle plans for better television coverage. When they have been promoted from 2nd Lieutenant to 1st Lieutenant to Subaltern, they take the command of a new company of sixty female warriors: six units of ten women each.
When a Subaltern takes over a fighting company, he or she is given a consort, a young woman just graduated from a military academy. She becomes his/her confidante, military aide, advisor, liaison, etc; in other words, his/her good right hand. In addition to military matters, she has also been trained in all aspects of love and sex with either a male or female as she may be given to either. She considers herself her consort’s property; therefore, she will consider her consort, her lord, above all else and conducts herself accordingly and appropriately.
As a liaison to higher military ranks, she is expected to service the superior’s consort in whatever way that woman desires.
In addition to his military duties, the new Subaltern is expected to inseminate as many of his troops as possible. He will have them brought to him two at a time whenever he has enough strength left to service them. The Subaltern has been chosen specifically for this ‘extracurricular’ duty.
Arthur has spent many hours fantasizing about having sixty women, in addition to a personal consort, in his company at his beck and call. He daydreams about having them pleasure each other until they were highly aroused. Then he’d enter the fray, taking them back and forth until he was ready to sow his seed. Then he’d have them in a sixty-nine position and shift back and forth from vagina to mouth until he erupted. Unless he came in the bottom girl’s mouth, the warrior girl on top would receive his largesse, the girl on the bottom of the sixty-nine would lick his penis clean and whatever was overflowing from the vagina of the girl above her. Sometimes he’d have her lick and suck all of his semen from the birth canal of the girl above her. He wouldn’t want to impregnate all of his warriors every time they had sex. That would deplete the fighting ranks when they became pregnant, so he picked and chose which ones he’d leave inseminated to bear the next generation of warriors.
This is where Arthur’s fantasy brings Carol into the picture. He will ask her to become his consort. Consort?
Carol will no doubt think of ‘consort’ as ‘wife’ raising her hopes of commitment. That is so Insidious on Arthur’s part, but it’s his attempt at pulling Carol into his scheme of having her go down on other women – while he watches and possibly joins in.
“Okay. I understand your fantasy, but what does it have to do with me?” asked Carol. “You’ve already convinced me that most men want threesomes, but I won’t perform oral sex on another woman.”
“Yes, I know you, Carol, won’t, but what if you weren’t Carol?’
“I have no idea what you mean, Arthur. I am Carol.”
“Well let’s say you were transformed into someone else who didn’t have Carol’s negative views on sex with another woman? In fact, you’d be someone who had been raised to want to have girl-girl sex.
“Remember the TV program we watched where the psychiatrist was helping her patient to overcome her deep depression. She had her change to another persona who was serene and angst-free. They would use certain buzzwords while imagining they morphed into an alter ego. It was a reversal of attempts to eliminate multiple personalities in one person. The success rate was high enough that she even wrote a book about it.
“Would you be willing to try that? If you could accomplish it and get rid of your inhibitions against oral sex with women, our relationship could become permanent.
“Permanent relationship~!” That’s all Carol needed to hear. All else faded in her mind, and she heard those two words echo over and over in her head.
“Would we get married?” she asked breathlessly.
“Well no, you’d be my fantasy consort and would belong to me body and soul. Saying no to oral sex or anything else with another woman would not be an option for your alter ego. Since I would own you, you would have no choice, no say so in the matter. You’d just have to do whatever I ask of you; therefore, you wouldn’t have guilt feelings about something Carol felt was immoral. But you would want to do as I asked because I would be your master,” answered Arthur.
“As LONG as you wanted to be my consort, we’d be together, so it would be up to you as to how long that would be.” He continued.
Carol was quiet, thinking of the possibilities.
“Do you need time to think it over?” He asked, not wanting to sound like he was pressuring her.
Carol was still hearing ‘permanent relationship’ and wasn’t able to think of anything else.
“No, no!” she blurted, her pulse racing and her breathing becoming tremulous at the thought of that ‘permanent relationship. “I want to try what you suggested. Are you serious about a permanent relationship or just saying that to get me to do what you want?
“Honey, I do love you,” he replied, not actually meaning ‘I’m IN love with you.’ “I’d spend the rest of my life with you or as long as you’ll meet my needs.”
“Then I’ll do it,” Carol said. “but you better not be lying to me.”
“No, honey, I really mean it,” he said, believing his own words.
“So how do I go about this transformation?” asked Carol. “What do I have to do?”
“Well, according to that psychiatrist you’d need a mantra to repeat over and over while imagining yourself changing into another persona.”
“Just a suggestion, unless you can think of another one, would be to say your name and your new one over and over. Maybe like so: Carol — Coral — Koral –Korel — Kor’l – while visualizing yourself becoming a warrior, trained in military matters and in the art of sex with men – and women. How does that sound? Will you try that first? If it doesn’t work, we’ll think of another mantra. Okay?”
“Okay! I’ll do it, Arthur. You better not be lying and trying to con me,” she said.
For the next hour or so, Carol repeated the mantra of her name change and imagined herself changing into the woman that Arthur wanted her to be.
“I’m going to need more time, Arthur,” she stated. “I can see where it might work, but I’ll need more time until I can ‘feel’ the transformation take place. I’ll practice faithfully until it happens – or it fails; however, you being here watching me is making me nervous and embarrassed.
“Could you leave and let me try without you being here? Carol asked. “Please don’t even call me until it works or fails. I’ll call you to tell you which happens.
Arthur kissed her tenderly and lovingly; then he left, his own heart thudding in his chest as he contemplated having his daydreams and fantasies materialize.
Friday evening, all day Saturday, and most of Sunday have passed without Arthur hearing from Carol. He thought it must not have worked, or she would have called him by now. As he was having those thoughts, his cell phone chimed. He answered before looking to see who was calling. It HAD to be Carol.
An odd, husky, sexy female voice asked, “Arthur?” “Damn.” It wasn’t Carol. “Yes, this is Arthur. Who is this?”
“This is Kor’l.”
The hair on the nape of Arthur’s neck stood up, and he found himself unable to speak. He managed to squeak out ‘uhhh huhhhh’, and waited.
“I’d like you to come over and meet me,” the strange voice told him and then asked. “You do know where I live, don’t you? We’ve met before, but if you don’t remember the way, I can give you directions.” Arthur’s bladder muscles felt weak, and he thought he might pee before he could get to the bathroom.
“No, no. I remember where you live, Carol. I mean Kor’l. I’ll just brush my teeth and come right over.” He stood there for a few minutes trying to get a grip on his emotions. Then he rushed into the bathroom, peed, brushed his teeth, and washed his face before dashing out the front door to his car.
“Slow down,” he admonished himself. “You don’t want to have an accident before you meet Kor’l.”
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Endnote:
Should anyone wish to read more of the ‘world at war’ and it’s female warriors, read ‘The Warrior’s Story’ on RavenSSS submission page.
The Warrior’s Story – Sci-Fi & Fantasy – Literotica.com
RavenSSS was three women who collaborated to write stories for Literotica. Unfortunately, two have passed away. Jan from Leukemia at age 27 and Lis from an aneurysm at 42.
The sole remaining RavenSSS writer, Alexa, is our Fold Maitresse. I have her permission to link my story with hers.
BTW, a subaltern is usually ranked the same as a second lieutenant, but on this world, it’s between first lieutenant and captain.