A Perfect 10
Part 2 Chapter 4
Wednesday

Mmm, mouth full of tit with an erect nipple. THAT'S the way to wake up. It's a big one too. Alexandra. It has to be. That woman fully demonstrates why larger women will never go entirely out of fashion. I can feel her shaved pussy pressed against my hip. That's right. Jacki declared that last night was 'Daddy's turn to have sex with my harem'. So. Queenie is still asleep on my left. Those two loving sisters, Cynthia and Pat are here someplace. Now where is that imp of a daughter of mine? Better open my eyes.

"Mmmm. You do know how to suck on a tit, Master, Boss's dad, Stud, General, Sir." Alexandra shifted her shoulders, shoving her breast a little bit more firmly into Fred's face. "What do you want in exchange? Mouth, Pussy or Ass?"

"Mmmpfh!" Fred didn't have room to move his mouth far enough from the breast to be understood.

Alexandra smiled as Jacqueline came back from the rest room. "All three it is! But it appears I have to wait in line." Jacki was climbing onto Fred and lining herself up over her father's groin. "It looks like the little boss lady is taking charge for a bit."

"Fred, nice to see you again. Drink? How are things in the agency that does not exist that you don't work for?" General Simpson walked over to the liquor cupboard as he waved a weary looking General Winthrop into a chair

"Nice to see you, Jim. Scotch. Neat." Fred took the proffered glass. "But I am afraid that I no longer work for that agency that I couldn't have worked for because, of course, there is..."

"No Such Agency." It was a nicely timed chorus from both Generals. They grinned.

Fred continued. "It's an old joke, but someone has to keep up the traditions. I'm glad that the CAP tests don't include the quality of my humor in the scores or I would just be my wife's concubine. Well, that might not be so bad either. However, I have a new position. I am now the Military Governor of the Confederacy colony Vulcan."

"Oh, I hadn't heard that. I just got a message that you needed a favor. Something to do with basing?"

"Yes. The new job just started this weekend. I've got a major problem in pickup procedures and I am hoping that you can help me fix it, at least for my own colony's pickups. Currently, the Marines collect a few volunteers at a time and send them up to a ship. If you have, say, twenty pickup teams and each gets five volunteers per trip and one trip per day, you get one hundred volunteers per day. Now with the early ships holding just ninety-six pods, that means just a couple of days in orbit. But the newer Kilo class ships hold one thousand twenty four. That would be over ten days. It's actually taking closer to a week, but still that takes a critical ship out of action for way too long.

"Now, by doing preplanned large pickups, I have filled almost eight hundred pods in just four days and I have plans for my next ship that will fill it just as fast. However, I would like to speed things up even more. I need someplace to hold people; up to six thousand adults and their kids for a week or two at a time. We can collect them faster than the ships can make round trips. We can provide replicators to feed them all if we can get some raw materials. We mainly need housing on Earth, temporary and isolated from the rest of the world. We can use transporters to get in and out, so we won't tie up facilities that we aren't standing right on. Right now I have two ships making what I hope will be round trips of about five weeks, so that leaves me about two and a half weeks between trips, one week of down time for my Marines while they are planning for their next ops and then a week or so of collections followed by the big upload when the ship arrives. Then rest again. Have you got some way you can help out?"

"Possibly, but what would I get out of it? Oh, not me personally. What I mean is, how can I justify this for the Joint Chiefs, the GAO, the House and the Senate? Show me a Quid Pro Quo."

"Several things. You can argue that getting Americans out of the way of the invasion is patriotic, humanitarian and just plain the right thing to do. Secondly, I am going to place a Confederacy med station at the same site for my Marines. They will use it for preliminary workups for the pickups and also for emergency treatments for people with serious problems. However, it should be idle for most of a week per cycle. The AI at the local testing center will monitor it. I don't have a problem with your people being authorized to use it during those idle periods. Not for serious rebuilds but for fifteen minute physicals with nanite treatments for viruses, cancer treatments, arthritis and some other things. They could do them, but it takes a lot of time. I can leave it after my six months of evacs are done. Send us a couple of medical personnel and we can train them in its use."

"What about those pickups, are you going to steal my best people?"

"I won't take any active duty personnel, but if you want to submit to my review committee the names of specific volunteers who are out of the service, we can arrange discreet pickups of qualified people. I could use some Blackhawk or other chopper pilots, some wing wipers for the transports and ground attack fighters and lots of NCOs and officers for Infantry and Arty. Anyone with a real understanding of electronics like radar and comms, as well. You know. The wizards, not the people that treat them like black boxes.

"If you have people that are getting out because of medical reasons, we can probably take them. Almost all I really need is a working brain, spine and gonads, and even the spine is somewhat repairable. They can replace limbs, various organs, skin, hair, bones, muscles, cartilage and ligaments. It seems they can fix most things, but I am not sure about ears and noses. The smelling part of the nose, that is; they could rebuild even your ugly schnoz to make it look decent.

"One last thing, what weapons are you being issued now?"

"We are just starting to get some of the Confederacy Marine stuff. Most of the stuff made on Earth is actually going out to the colonies first, though. We will be getting the laser rifles. The army's line units should be fully equipped with them in a year."

"OK, I am setting up a munitions plant on Vulcan. I hope to be making small arms and ammo within three months. There are some weapons developed on Demeter that I know a starting colony can make. I can try to get you some of the M88 plasma launchers. That's a two-klick bunker buster that should replace Dragons. It's high signature, though. We should also be able to make you some of the ADA platforms, called the M211 air defense system. It's mounted on a grav-sled. It's a couple of quick fire lasers, with a thermal sighting system and a fire control computer. My info says that they are very skill dependent for results, so getting them early for training could help. We won't be able to make a LOT before I lose the transports, but we can get you some, maybe just for your quick reaction forces." Fred looked at his old friend hopefully. "We can leave the med units when we're done, and we will probably be bringing in some of those housing pods to expand our facilities if there is room."

General Simpson thought for a minute. "Fort McCoy, Wisconsin. It's a good-sized base. We just did a renovation during the Second Gulf War, but they still have some old temp housing that is suitable and a bit isolated from the main base. You know the type, built for WWII and still not demolished. We may need to add some prefab stuff until your pods get there. I can contact General Lucas..."

"This is a highly unusual request, Commander." The Director of the Washington State Department of Corrections was a political appointee who had actual no expertise in the field. He had received the call from his boss, the governor, almost an hour ago. He had then made the commander wait in the outer office for most of that time.

"Not really, sir. I am sure you have heard of the practice of judges giving male offenders the option of serving their time or joining the Armed Forces, or more recently, sentencing people to community service. This is similar. Yes, it is essentially a life sentence into what is effectively slavery, but as near as I can tell, most situations shake out into a somewhat more benevolent situation after a few months. Also, this is entirely voluntary on the inmate's part. It will get them off planet, which most of them would fight for a chance for anyway, and finally it will take a large hunk of pressure off of your hands. Your budget projections are about to get a lot easier. We have talked to your governor and he has given the permission for this and has signed an executive order to that effect, we are just here to coordinate the pickups. For that matter, we are doing this in several other states as well. For the sake of keeping chaos at bay we have promised not to pick up any of your staff on that occasion, but we are keeping track of whom we see and may collect some later. Time is of the essence, Director," Commander Pierson stood to indicate that he was ready for the meeting to be over.

The Director had perked up when the budget projections were mentioned. Try as he would, he could not figure how to support the number of prisoners that the courts sent him on the budget that the legislature approved. Hmm, the recidivism rate of someone moved off planet was going to be essentially nil, so that would help those numbers, as well, and if they happened to pick up some of the guards then those were pensions that he could cut. He would have to call in some staff analysts and have them get started on the benefits analysis so that he could take as much credit as possible for the turnaround in his department. "Very well. I will make the calls. Umm, I don't suppose that you want any of the men? We have a lot more of them."

The commander just chuckled as he shook his head. He shook hands with the director and left the office.

As the Commander walked out and the door closed behind him, he slipped a card from a small stack in his shirt pocket into the hand of the Director's executive secretary in an outer office. He looked her directly in the eyes and placed a finger against his lips in the near universal 'shhh' signal. At the same time, with his other hand he tapped the card that he was holding against her palm, calling her attention to it. Then he left. The card read, "No talking to ANYONE about this. If interested in being picked up by the Confederacy, collect your Family/Harem together. Call after 6 PM today or tomorrow ONLY for pickup. Read special rules FIRST at www.VulcansForg...."

"Ladies, please be seated." There were one hundred women in orange jumpsuits present. They did not even come close to filling the cafeteria, as there were normally almost two thousand women in the facility eating in two shifts.

"I am sure you see the Confederacy Marine uniforms and think you have an idea what this is about and you would be close. SIT DOWN!" A dozen women had assumed that they needed to get naked immediately.

"I said close. Not correct. We ARE recruiting, but the people you need to impress are not here. Only two things are going to get you out of here. CAP scores and attitude. Mainly, you need a helpful, cooperative attitude and the CAP testing machine can tell if you are faking or not. We are doing this for this entire facility and another dozen prisons around the country, so we can afford to lose the whole batch of you if you are too much of a hassle. First, if there is anyone here who does not want a chance to go for any reason, please stand up right now and walk to the back door, where the guards will let you go back to your regular routine. Remember that we can fix almost any medical problem unless you have a damaged brain, are post-menopausal; have damaged ovaries, or a couple of other things. Heart? Liver? Kidneys? Diabetes? TB? Hep-C? HIV? Herpes? Cancer? All of them are treatable. Addicted to tobacco, alcohol, drugs? You will be permanently clean. Broken nose, mush mouth, dandruff, going bald, ugly toes, dry skin, or the heartbreak of psoriasis? Fixable. OK, anyone else want to leave?

"Next, some of you have been in here long enough that you do not even have a CAP score or a card. If that is the case then, when I tell you to, I want you to form a line by that large female Marine. She will lead you to cubicles set up in the next few rooms. You need a CAP score to go and we will not be accepting people below certain minimum scores. We don't expect to find many volunteers here, but with two thousand people we might get a few. Basically what we are looking for are hookers, both pros and amateurs. We have about nine hundred Marines coming in shortly and they have been away for a long time. No women in years. Well, the first batch has twenty-six women for one hundred fifty four of them. Due to their long deployment and some other problems, we expect them to take it out on someone. We would rather that they take it out on you than on soccer moms, the waitresses from the local restaurants and some fourteen-year-olds from the mall. So we are recruiting one woman for each guy. You are effectively, disposable.

"You should expect everything you have seen about the standard pickups, but even a bit rougher. Expect rough sex, any time they want it. Expect to get passed around and swapped around. Expect to do it every way that you have heard it can be done. Expect to be told to do it with the girl in the next pod. Expect hair pulls, slaps, punches. The works. And then expect, after a month or so, to be replaced by some sweet young thing who will probably be treated much better.

"Now, what do you get out of all of that?

"ONE: Out of here, this prison, legally, forever. The Governor will issue a blanket commutation of your sentence.

"TWO: Off planet. You may have heard of the Swarm. Four years are left.

"THREE: Complete medical, both before and after. As long as you are not dead or brain damaged, we can put you back together. We intend to try and make sure that does not happen, but it is a possibility.

"FOUR: Before you get to them, you will get a complete overhaul. We will let you pick your optimum age, whether it is sixteen, eighteen, twenty-two, thirty or whatever. You will get brand new teeth, hair, even skin if necessary. Missing a finger? Not any more. Need a couple more inches of height? Are you too tall? Need a B cup? A D cup? They'll be real tits, no silicone, but they won't sag quite as much as before. Get rid of a scar or tattoo? Want a new hymen? We have even collected a few specialists to help you select a new face if you want or need one, some artists and plastic surgeons.

"FIVE: At about one month from your arrival at the colony, after the Marine is done with you; you will join our pool of Spare Concubines and will be available for selection by people who joined us without all of their picks filled out. It is possible that your first Volunteer will want to keep you. We are going to give you the option to opt out of that relationship at that time and at that time only. So, if he just wants you to abuse, you do not have to stay, but you will be expected to find someone else to take you on, quickly.

"SIX: In the colony, we will have some work positions available; among others a brothel for nights on the town and for visitors, mainly navy types. If you want to work there, just contact the Civil Service Representative from any AI interface. If you are not selected by a Sponsor, you will be assigned there until you are selected or visibly pregnant. Now. Quietly! Raise your hand if you have a question."

A dozen hands went up.

"Sergeant, how is it going? It seems orderly." The Warden was watching from the prison monitoring and control room.

"Yes, Sir. We have found ten volunteers so far; seven in the high 6s, two in the 7s and an 8.0 who was in here for murder. Sally Mitchelson?

"Mitchelson. Yes. She pleaded guilty from the start. She even called the police to report it. I thought she should have fought it. She killed her brother-in-law when she found that he had abused her eight-year-old daughter and had already been doing the same to her two nieces as well. Myself, I would have stuck him down the garbage disposal. Alive if I could manage it. She works in the library here, teaches reading and helps others with their appeals. Not up for parole for another five years. She used a gun, so there were automatic sentencing enhancements. The judge really came down on her because she reloaded. I'm glad you're taking her."

"We are tracking down her family to see if they want to go with her. Her husband and sister, that is. She's also taking one of the other prisoners. She gets six picks, seven with the mommy option."

"Yes, I saw that on your web site. I'll have the same. I have four of mine picked out, now. Wife, Daughter, Sister, Niece. I think my daughter's boy friend will go to be with her and with my sister. He's a decent kid. I'm keeping my niece for myself, though. So I just need two more."

"What about that secretary of yours? Her eyes have been following you since we got here. Also, we can hold one of these women for you if you ask for it. Or you can see the take from the other states. We are also doing some big city jails. More hookers there than in prisons."

"Mary? Hmm, she's a single mother, lots of common sense, smart and funny.... I'll have to have a talk with her. Not one of my own inmates, though. It smacks of coercion and corruption to me. Hmph, a hint of coercion bothers me, but not outright slavery. Strange. Other cities and states, you said? Hmm, do you have anything in a first time offender, eighteen-ish, Asian? "

"OK, Liz. We've got all of your people aboard. You'll have all of the factory pods waiting for you in orbit at Vulcan, as well as the Sir Robin with the 7th Independent Company. You have one hundred sixty concubines for them and nine Marines to keep an eye on them. That ended up taking three more pods, three Marines and their three new Harem members in each. You and Franklin are in two each. Your college people took twenty-one and Franklin's took twelve. I sent the Training Cadre. That's a Major, three Commanders, six Lieutenants, one Sergeant Major, three First Sergeants, nine Sergeants First Class, err, sorry, Gunnery Sergeants. Blasted Marines! Oh, and each Gunny has either a Sergeant or a Staff Sergeant for an assistant. They'll all be working with the Marines on board to figure out the differences from US Army to Confederacy Marines and otherwise figure out whatever skills they need to start training. I gave the Major an experienced armorer and a supply sergeant as well. The AIs may handle all of the paperwork, but we need people to be focusing on some of these issues at first, just to make sure nothing falls through the cracks. I also sent the Major's wife and one of those doctors. They have been temporarily assigned as Civil Service Officers and are in charge of the hookers until Rebecca arrives. The rest of the Volunteer wives will be along on the Araby in a few days. Sarah and all of our kids will be on the Araby as well. I should be on the next ship a week or so later. John and Rebecca will stay until next month. Any last questions?"

"Not really. Are we still using that schedule you gave me yesterday?"

"Yes. We need an HQ, the Marine training battalion site, quarters for seven thousand volunteers, room to expand and a company sized Space Bats training site ASAP. The AI already has a base plan; just adjust it as you think it's needed. We need the factories set up within a couple of weeks, so we can start making uniforms, standard weapons and personal gear. Then we need to start making habitat pods, space habitat pods and construction gear. No pressure! Franklin, any tech info or permissions you can get, we want. Also, any way that you can get across to the Darjee that we realize they are being stretched thin and we would like to help."

"Yeah, I have been practicing against the AI, having it react in the way a Darjee would to its translations of what I was saying. Convoluted, but I think it helped. I'll get what I can." Franklin looked confident and Fred had a lot of confidence in the man that had managed to win his sister's heart.

"OK. Time to go. Take care, little sister." He gave her a kiss and a hug.

Fred turned and stepped into the transporter and he was gone.