A Perfect 10
Part 2 Chapter 6
Friday & Saturday

Hmm. I may have to get upgraded to Marine size, just to have enough locations for all of the women to lie on me. Now who.... Oh, right. Somehow it turned into Mother-daughter night. Jan and Caitlin, Candace and Kim, Jo and Karen. That's Karen. She likes to sleep on top and now that she is hairless down there, we don't stick together. So, if I can just see past her hair... Ok, Candace and Caitlin on the right. And that feels like Kim's tits on the left. I think those fuller breasts against my thighs are Jo's and Jan most be further to the left. So if I give Karen a little wake up pump or three, Jo should be in position to lick her daughter as she is waking up. Fred, you just cannot resist being naughty, can you?

"Ummm, ummm, ummm." Karen woke up enough to turn her head to look at him and then she started moving with him. Her ass cheeks bumped into Jo's head two, three, four times before Jo woke up for herself. She raised her head, figured out who was whom, where she was, what was happening and then she dropped her face back down for some morning oral sex with her daughter and her master.

"Good Morning, Commander. How did we do last night?" General Winthrop had been present at the first pickup, but the Marines had been doing follow-ups all night.

"Sir, at the Union Hall get-together, there were well over one thousand adults present. Hard to be exact as several did not have their CAP cards on them. We got two hundred Volunteers on the nose. Twenty are suitable for cadre personnel I believe. We also got one hundred ninety others on the prior service and trained specialists programs. In all they are authorized a total of twelve hundred eighty six harem members of which we currently have about seven hundred on board, well, on base, that is. That number is changing from minute to minute as teams report in. We also collected five men, twenty-five single women and ten Mothers as spares.

"After that, we went to that university dorm and we got ninety-six volunteers. As we had thought, there were no specialists or veterans. They are authorized four hundred thirty eight Harem members. We have over three hundred of them on base by now. Mostly we are very short of Mothers. We collected ten young men and one hundred fourteen women from the dorm as spares. They are going fast. Between the union guys and my Marines.... Currently we have seven hundred forty seven pods assigned. That is assuming one pod per volunteer and half a pod per specialist. We also have another ten pods for you and your staff. There are currently eleven men, five mothers and seventy three other women available as spares." Commander Pierson was obviously channeling the data from the AI.

"We may have to slow things down a bit to give your people a chance to catch up on the follow-up collections. The ones tonight and tomorrow will both have lots of follow-ups. Then the next one we can coast on. Let's double the number of spare females for tomorrow's pick-ups. Any woman who wants to go that your people on the ground thinks will fit in, we take. We need to collect at least one each for the Independent Company troops. We will have two companies of those at Vulcan within a couple of days of our getting there with this batch. We need to get them filled up to full allocation ASAP, but as long as we are making progress, I think we're OK."

General Winthrop stopped to calculate for a minute. "OK, one hundred fifty four Marines per company, two companies. We need three hundred eight standard female concubines. Not hookers and probably not mothers. I can pack them in at six per pod since there is no Volunteer with them. So that's fifty-one pods and two left with out a pod. We can go with three hundred twelve total using fifty-two full pods. We will need them by the time the Araby gets back next month. Any ideas, Commander?"

"I do have a couple of things that I have wanted to try, Sir."

The handsome middle-aged man walked up to the tiny City Hall counter. "Hello, I would like to see the Mayor." He smiled charmingly at the older lady using the computer at her desk.

"Do you have an appointment? This is a small town. Mayor is an unpaid position and he doesn't keep business hours." From her hair and a few wrinkles, the lady was well over fifty years old, but she still looked pretty spry.

"Oh, is there a City Manager?"

"Nope. I'm the only paid city hall employee and that's only for two hours a day. City Clerk Beth Perkins. What do you need?"

"Well, I represent the Confederacy Marines. I want to do an extraction, for this entire town if possible. I was told that if you set off the forest fire alarm, that everyone comes to the city center."

"Yeah, that would work. But the alarm is triggered from the fire station. Show me some ID." She looked carefully at the ID and then at the man to verify that it was his face shown on the ID. "All right, let me call over there. You do want it now, correct?"

"Yes, right now."

Ms. Perkins seemed to not be surprised or even worried at the idea of evacuating the entire town as she called the fire station. "Jake? Bethany. We got us a situation. Set off the big alarm for general round up. Yes, on my authority. Jake, then you call your wife and make sure she comes in with all the kids and your sister. Sure, I'll see you in the park in five." She hung up, pulled open a drawer, removed a cople of sheets of paper, and then redialed as she told Fred. "Everyone will be coming to the park across the street. I'll see you there. I have to work my phone tree." She turned her attention to the phone. "Hey, Margie! Make your phone calls, grab the kids and leave your knickers at home. City Park, right now! No, it's not a drill! Make those calls first!" She hung up, made a tick mark on the list and started on another call as the big town siren started wailing.

General Winthrop joined Sergeant Major Rodriguez outside the office and they walked over to the park. Tony spoke up over the exceedingly loud siren. "I see the Mayor was helpful, Sir."

"Nope. Never saw the man. Watch for a little old lady, coming out of that office in a few minutes. Well, not so little and not so much older than us. Keep track of her for me." Fred watched as people started closing up the very few shops in town and heading to the park. Other people were racing up in pickups and older cars. There were no fancy cars here, or expensive ones, other than some of the pickups and a few lovingly polished older pieces of Americana.

After five minutes, the siren shut itself off. It had been so loud that its presence was still evident. It felt like it was still blasting away. There were a lot of people in the half-acre park. Most were standing around confused, but there were a few, mainly women, who were obviously in the know. They had tight hold of their kids and lots of skin on display. Buttons undone, bras unsnapped or missing, skirts were being rolled up to make them shorter. Tony looked at his reader. "Looks like Hancock was right. We have almost forty Volunteers in range already. Should I call in the troops?"

"I'll get it." Fred made the nearly effortless call sub-vocally to the big vans waiting around the block. In a minute, one was pulling up next to them and Marines were walking out of the back of it. An endless line of Marines, like a clown car for ogres. The other vans deployed to the other three sides of the park and did the same thing. Fred stepped up onto a park bench. "May I have your attention, please? Please remain quiet until I finish speaking. I am sorry to break in on your day. As you can see from the Confederacy Marines at the edges of the park, we are doing a pick up. It is a HIGHLY modified pick up, so please listen carefully before you react.

"First, if there is anyone who would like nothing to do with these proceedings, please raise your hands and we will escort you aside until we are done. No one? No one at all? Nice town! OK! I am Major General Fred Winthrop. I am currently accepting recruits for a new Colony by the name of Vulcan. We will be setting up a training battalion and a division of troops. We will be picking up kids from homes and we can collect other family members at the same time IF they are there with the kids, so you are not strictly limited to those people here with you. All volunteers going to my colony have the option of collecting one more person for their personal harem then usual, as long as one of them qualifies as a mother figure. The AIs tell us that there is something much like trees on Vulcan. We will be selecting a very few harvesting specialists, mainly heavy equipment operators, who will be limited to the colony, but they don't get the extra mother figure. Those with a minimum CAP of 5.5 talk to the Sergeant here and he will see if you qualify.

"And now for the standard disclaimers, you non-volunteers out there may be chosen by a family member or a friend to join their harem. As such, when you step through a portal and onto the base, you will have NO RIGHTS WHATSOEVER. You will be the chattel property of your Sponsor. That means that you WILL be their sex slave...

"Hancock! Front and Center!" Lance Corporal Hancock heard the transferred call on the other side of the park and he trotted over to where the General was talking with the Lt. He snapped to attention in front of the General.

"Here, Sir!"

"Good. I heard that you still had one pick left. I expect you have been saving it for your hometown. How many people here that you don't want to leave behind?"

"Sir, about ten. But I'm just taking my girl friend. She's still here." He pointed over his shoulder to where he had left a very pretty seventeen-year-old who was smiling in her birthday suit, sandals and a big floppy sun hat. "I have some Marine buddies that I am pointing people out to and some of them are getting out on their own as well."

"OK, in that case, would you look over at that older lady? Do you know her?"

"Yes, Sir. That's my Aunt Beth, my great aunt, actually. She's a real character. I really miss her."

"OK, here's the deal. My reader says she is a great asset for the colony. 6.0 CAP score. She is a few years past menopause and lost points for that, but otherwise she still qualifies as a mother figure. She doesn't have any equipment skills or anything to get her out as a specialist, but it seems she has been a schoolteacher. From her sex scores, I'd bet she's a pistol. Make her eighteen years old and she's good for another fifty years or more. I am awarding you one extra bonus concubine. All authorized by the Confederacy AIs and everything. However, you have to take her, no one else unless she turns you down. Make a real pitch for her. Well?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir." The Marine saluted enthusiastically and ran over to his aunt. He waved over his girl friend as her did.

The Lieutenant and Tony watched with the General as Hancock blushed and stammered as he tried to ask his great aunt to be his sex slave. "Was this town really worth a special bonus to that Marine, Sir? Especially as she is not of productive age herself?"

"Not really, Lieutenant, although she could maybe be implanted with fertilized eggs and carry them to term. However, according to the AI, she's an experienced kindergarten teacher and we could use some of those. Also, she started a phone tree before I got outside of that door. I had the AI monitor the calls. That phone tree called the phone of every single mother in this town and a lot of the married mothers. Bethany and her tree got 60% of the known mothers and kids in the area into this park."

Fred watched as the girlfriend and Beth both got on their knees and took Hancock's pants down. Beth seemed to be showing her new friend how to deep throat. As the girlfriend got into the swing of things, Beth lost her own top, showing that she was not yet a dried up senior. She cuddled her chest up to the other girl's back, reached around her and started caressing the young girl's breasts. "Looks like Hancock's Harem is all filled out," quipped Fred. "Anyway, I really got the Bonus Authorization for her, not for him."

'This time,' thought the General, 'I at least got smart and looked up the Mayor's location first.' He stepped into the feed store, out of the dust and sun. His eyes quickly adjusted from the glare and he headed to the check stand. Jason stepped off to one side and kept watch on the street.

The cute, reddish-gold haired teenager stationed there looked up. "How can we help you today?" Her smile implied that she was very interested in personally helping him.

"Sorry, no sale today. Could I talk to Mayor Barnes? It's on city business."

"City business?" Red giggled. "Sorry, but you're obviously not from around here. We barely qualify as a town." She reached out to press a well-worn intercom button. When a male voice answered, she gave him the message. "Uncle Jim, a gentleman would like to see you in your capacity as His Honor, the Mayor."

"Send him on back, Janine."

"Mayor Barnes, I am General Winthrop. Confederacy Marines." Fred introduced himself and showed his ID, as soon as the office door was closed. "I have heard some things about some evacuation drills and a database. Can you talk to me about that?"

Jim Barnes waved him to a chair. He was a self confident, jolly soul with piercing eyes. Fred figured his CAP of 7.3 was well justified. "Please. Call me Jim. Well, we mainly did it to get people thinking about whom they wanted with them and what they were willing to do to get out of here. Then we used the drills to make sure that people weren't packing the whole house to bring with them. We had talks about what the rules were once you got picked up. We have three linked computers on the city web. All of the volunteers can log on and make a secure list of whom they want with a couple of alternates in case someone is out of town. Only they can get at it so the wife doesn't actually know if hubby is taking her or not.

"When we have a drill, everyone swipes their card as they check in. If I check in at city hall, and my wife and the others check in at the school, the database keeps track. The city hall computer will print out a message stating 'James Barnes has a complete roster.' I can log on if there is room at the computer and see where my people are. There are a few glitches, mainly with some guys who keep changing their choices. We did have a few divorces, assaults and such when people found out that person A did something that person B did not approve of. Like the guy who walked in with his wife on one arm, his sister-in-law on the other and the computer did not state that he had his roster filled. Seems he'd gotten a bit inebriated, went and listed the local trollop, who reportedly is quite a handful and his next-door neighbor's wife, who is two very nice handfuls, if you catch my drift. They had to have agreed in order to be listed as his choices. However, one was out of town when we held the drill. I hope there's nothing wrong with the general idea." Mayor Barnes finished and looked the question to the General.

"Nothing wrong with the idea, certainly. We're just happy when we can find places that welcome us instead of shooting at us. Anyway, as you can guess, we want to do an evac here, sometime. Not today though. Not even in the next couple of weeks. We have some special rules, so we can actually pick up several hundred more people, both men and women. Every volunteer gets an extra pick as long as one of his or her Harem is a mother. Some minimum scores apply there. We are going to pick up lots of guys and some gals that are prior service military and have a CAP of 5.5. We are also selecting for equipment workers; combine operators, grain mill people, mechanics, technical repair, so forth and so on. What I need from you is to let me at that computer. I'll connect this device and the AI will reprogram the thing so that qualified others will show up on the readouts and the 5.5s that we want will be separated out. They will be able to get their own two choices and the original sponsor will get told that his original choice is no longer available. Except for possibly some Navy people, everyone on this pickup is going to the same planet, so most people will still be in the same area. We want families that are trying to stay together to have a chance at that."

Jim looked worried. "This is going to shake quite a few people up. I can see that it's an opportunity, but you know how some people are."

Fred nodded his head. "Oh, I definitely know. That's the only weakness in this program of yours. Overall, it's a good thing, but it let some of your people drop back into a different rut. Getting out will bounce them around a bit."

"Let's go. I can have Janine watch the store for a bit." The mayor stood up and they headed to the city hall.

"Ok, it's uploading to your system. So here is the situation. We aren't picking up today, and no one else, that is, no other colony, is using these rules, as of now. For that matter, I can guarantee you that there will NOT be a pickup here for the next five months other than maybe one from our colony. There just aren't a lot happening in the U.S. right now.

"The AI tells me that if we do a pick up, the database will automatically switch to our rules. You can log on now, or in a few minutes at least, and there will be another pair of tabs, 'Vulcan' or 'Others'. Hit 'Vulcan' and you can make new choices. It will show your old choices with the 5.5s that we want as volunteers, ghosted out. A label will say 'May not be available'. You can select the rest, and then grab more to fill out your new list. If you choose a qualified Mother, it will show that you have done so and show the extra slot being filled. If you have three mothers, for example, they will all show as mothers, but you still get only one extra slot. It will also take any children of those mothers and assign them to you. That is mandatory unless they get split up to the father or something. I suggest you hold a town meeting, or get the word out somehow that people should check out the Vulcan database. Don't promise a pick up. We don't even have a ship available at this moment. Now, I hear that some neighboring towns are doing something similar. Are you in contact with them?"

"Yeah, they both have their systems set up, but they are still filling out their databases. It's just a matter of getting all the people to log in and make their selections. It's easy if you take your wife in with you, she swipes her card and there is no confusion. But if you list the neighbor lady and get the card number wrong, or spell a name wrong, there can be some confusion. That's why I prefer it when the sponsor comes in with his whole Harem. Some people will be secretive though. I can call the other mayors and introduce you."

Jim looked thoughtful. "Drat. I think this means that my brother-in-law will be able to take my sister, instead of me taking her. He's the local expert for repairs on John Deere tractors, combines, planters and such. He's got a 6.0, so I bet you want him. However, I don't intend to give up Janine." He grinned. "I have been thinking 'bad thoughts' about her since the day she helped me re-organize the upper shelves and wore a skimpy skirt and a thong while up on the ladder. When we set up my list, she told me she wore them especially for that chore."

"Your wife going to be good with that?" the General asked.

"Well, she was good with everything else, except having my brother-in-law in the harem. Actually, Eva even agreed with that, but she thought that I should spell out that Carl should leave his daughter alone. She also thought that I should leave my sister alone, but I've lusted after her since I was fourteen. We negotiated, and now she is committed to both of us having sex with Janine and Carrie. Her and I that is. Darn, this means I have to find two more. And I lose Carrie."

"Three. If you get the right one."

"Oh, yeah. Five year old kid you said. We waited to start. Michael is only four. So I need another mother, and two more, besides."

The General stood up. "AI says the program is up to date." He reached out a hand to Jim. "I have to be going. Good luck."

The Mayor shook his hand firmly. "General, are we going to lose Earth?" he asked as they headed outside.

"I don't think so, but we'll lose most of the people and it will be decades before we fully recover. Maybe centuries." He looked off into space for a moment or two. "Someplace like this town? The Swarm will roll right over it. Yeah, we can kill them afterwards, and the Navy will get a lot on the way in. But, six billion people? We'll be well under two billion by the end. Maybe well under one." He looked at the Mayor again. "We need the colonies to make people. We need three things. Ships, soldiers and babies. All else is support for those things. If you can figure out a way to get every kid, mom and schoolteacher in this county, we'll take them."

"No pressure." The Mayor's forced laugh echoed in Fred's ears as he rejoined Jason and they walked towards the edge of town to find the drone with the transporter pad.

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, May I have your attention, please? I am sorry to break in on your meeting. Please remain seated until I finish speaking. As you can see from the Confederacy Marines near the entrances, we are doing a pick-up. This is a HIGHLY modified pick-up, so please listen carefully. First, please note the security drones floating near the ceiling. They know if you have a weapon. If you do, please raise both of your hands and you will be quietly disarmed. Otherwise, you will be stunned where you sit. Secondly, if there is anyone who would like nothing to do with these proceedings, please raise one hand and you will be escorted aside until we are done.

"Now, I am Major General Fred Winthrop. I am currently accepting recruits for a new Colony named Vulcan. We will be setting up a training battalion and a division of troops. We will be picking up kids from homes and can collect other family members at the same time, so you are not strictly limited to those people here with you. All standard volunteers going to my colony have the option of collecting one more person for their personal harem than usual, as long as one of them qualifies as a mother figure. Certain minimum CAP scores apply. We will also be selecting a few Militia members, who will be limited to service on the colony. Vets with a minimum CAP of 5.5, please talk to the Sergeant here and he will see if you qualify. Also, we are here specifically to get technicians, assemblers, engineers and what not. Some of you will qualify even if you are below the Volunteer CAP score cutoff. Technical workers with a minimum CAP of 5.5 talk to the lieutenant and his people here and he will see if you qualify. Those of you who qualify for the colony with a 5.5 will get the standard two concubines. We will be setting up several manufacturing sites on planet. Several of you have been or are about to be laid off due to. ..."

"AI, what did we get in Flint? What's our total status?"

{There were approximately two thousand workers in the meeting. The number cannot be certain, as several were not carrying their CAP Cards. The ratio of male to female was three to one. There were three hundred fifty nine male and thirty female volunteers. There were three hundred seven male and seventy-six female specialists and prior service personnel. Of the one thousand nine hundred eighty six concubines and one hundred eighty nine mother figures allotted for, four hundred seventy eight were on site. There is currently a backlog of two thousand three hundred seventeen pickups of concubines and children to be made counting the autoworkers, airplane machinists, college pick-ups and the families for two Independent Companies. There are currently one thousand four hundred twenty one pods needed which is three hunred ninety seven more than De Halve Maen has available.}

"The hurrier I go, the behinder I get."

{Beg pardon?}

"Gentlemen, ladies. Please be seated. We have a little glitch that we want your help with. We have a constant backlog of kids and other concubines needing pickups. We are asking that you help with doing a couple of them. We are taking this action to get your family choices out and someone else's besides. All of you are on our list of prior service people who we picked up in the last couple of days, and all of you are in good physical shape - the ones awaiting medical treatment are not here.

"You have each been provided an envelope with your name on it. Please open this envelope now. In there you will see a card reader of the type that the Marines use during pickups, a list of the people whom you have selected for pickup who are not here yet and a list of some other people in the same town. You also have a communicator that looks like a cell phone headpiece in a bubble pack in that envelope. There are from one to three adults on each list unless there are a bunch of kids. These are all friendly pickups. Your wife and kids, let's say, or your kids from the sitter. No divorce problems or other hostile situations. For example, Marines would collect the kids of some other sponsor being picked up from a sitter. We don't need people disputing custody.

"This is your first mission. You will take the transporter to your assigned town's testing center, or to a transporter pad positioned by a drone. Go to your home or the home of your planned pick up. Talk the person into coming with you. Bring them to the next pick up location. Talk to that person. They can talk to their sponsor aboard ship if they are suspicious. Your info packet has a phone number for them to call. Bring the picks to the center and bring them back here. The AI will be monitoring you at all times. Do not tell other people what is going on or the center may be swamped or even assaulted. You might be attacked as well. If due to your own actions, you fail to return, in other words, if you go AWOL, get drunk, etc. you will have just given up your chance. The list of people is treated and it has a remote primer on it, so it will flare up and destroy itself if you are captured, which keeps your family from being IDed. We may or may not be able to get you out if you get into trouble. Instruct your people that if separated, they will need to go to the nearest testing center and identify themselves. Any questions?"

"Well, Commander. This seems to be a darned good idea. I am thinking that we can't risk it very often, but by monitoring them we know if they break security. And that guy that asked about picking up more "targets of opportunity" asked it just perfectly. Your man?"

"Yes Sir, I had the First Sergeant prep him. I like the fact that by using the comm packs we can monitor for their location and also get the AI to play lie detector."

"How we doing so far?"

"Well, the one hundred three prior service types that we can use are going out fifty at a time or so. We have picked up most of their people already and we have another two hundred fifty one adults on board, so far. I have half of my Marines on back-up standby and the other half is doing standard follow up pick-ups for kids and such. They are also doing the occasional hostile pick-up."

"Hostile pick-up?" The general looked over at the Marine commander for the answer.

"Yes, Sir. That's where we collect the kids but not the hubby, things like that. Sometimes they can turn nasty. It's actually much harder on us when the guy understands and nearly cries as he sends his kids away though. Anyway, my Marines have collected another one hundred nineteen adults so far today. By tomorrow night, we should have every named Harem member collected and be down to about eleven hundred random Harem members needed, 99% girls of course."

"Of course. I wonder where we can find about fifteen hundred women with no guys. We already stripped some women's prisons."

Lt. Jefferson stepped into the office. "Begging the General's pardon, but Commander, we have a little discipline problem here."

"What's the problem Lt.?"

"Sir, it was one of those guys we sent out to pick up his people. He was prior service and had a 6.8. We sent him out to get his girlfriend, his sister and his mother, as well as his young son by a different lady. He came back with them and with the girlfriend's sister. The AI did not realize he was bringing her in, apparently because he set his comm unit down while he talked to her and the girlfriend. Now that they are here, he figures he can keep all four. The AI found that he had discussed it in advance with the girlfriend, because we somehow let him send e-mails home before we decided to send him out. The idiot girlfriend was egging him on and talked him into trying it if he happened to be in on the pickup of the family.

General Winthrop got up and headed to the door. "Sounds like this is actually my problem, since it's one of my colony's people. Let's go."

One of the women was making as much noise as the guy and all three of the others besides. She was in the Sergeant's face and the General was surprised that he was taking it.

"All right. Settle down! NOW!" The General had done some time in a training base and had learned how to bellow with the best of them. "You! Name!"

"Sir, Mark Perrin, Sir." The ex-army Spec 4 had been scooped up at a VFW hall. He was only out of the army by a few months. A General yelling at you meant bad things.

"You two are the mother and sister?" The mother was actually pretty easy to pick out. She was in her forties. The haughty blonde with the legs had to be the girlfriend.

"I am Margaret Perrin and this is my daughter, Jenny." Jenny was about seventeen, brunette, cute, girl next door.

"Ok. And I'm betting that you are the girlfriend. What is your name and your sister's name?"

"I'm Tiffany and my sister is Melissa. You shouldn't be yelling at us though. We belong to Mark." Yup. Way too haughty and REALLY dumb. Nice legs though. The sister looked nice. College girl look. She also definitely looked embarrassed by the situation. It was obvious who got the brains in the family.

"Well, actually, three of you do. I take it you talked him into bringing your sister along?"

"Sure. He needs someone else for sex other than his mother and sister. He can't touch them, of course, and I wanted to make sure my sister got out. It's a win-win situation."

"Well, Mark lost-lost when he brought an extra person in without clearing it, first. We probably would have let him bring her in and found a place for her. And for your information, if he has his family in his Harem and no other guys, then yes, he will be 'touching' them. They will need to get pregnant. Repeatedly. So it looks like you and Mark are the only ones responsible for this mess. Margaret, Jenny, there are a whole bunch of people on this base in need of women. If you want to find someone other than Mark, speak up now. You will be able to pick and choose from lots of volunteers who would be happy to have you."

"No, I'll stay with my son. I understood the situation when I agreed and he'll need someone to raise our kids." There was a brief glance at Tiffany, dismissing her involvement in child rearing.

Jenny blushed but also stuck with her family. "I want to stay with my Mom, little Mark and my brother. He's an idiot about girls sometimes, but I love him and he loves us. We can work our way through the rest."

The General looked at the Perrin women and then continued. "Private Perrin. I have no time for the niceties and I have the rank to cut through them. You were army. Courts Martial or Article Fifteen?"

Perrin gulped. Article Fifteen was an army procedure where the accused essentially admitted that he had screwed up and threw himself on the mercy of the court. In exchange the commander, usually the company's captain, got to decide the sentence, which had certain upper limitations to it's severity. Once you agreed though, you could not back out and you didn't know what the sentence would be in advance. It was the Army's version of a plea bargain. He was already at the position of attention Now he tightened it up as much as he could. "I'll accept an Article Fifteen judgment, Sir."

"Very well. You were scheduled to start as a Private First Class E-2 with time in grade sufficient to be promoted to a Lance Corporal E-3 upon successful completion of Boot Camp. You will now be starting from scratch as a Private E-1. Also, AI, please note that this volunteer is NOT allowed to change possession status of any of his concubines without Command Approval. That means: No swapping, No giving away, No abandonment and No recycling. Also, no doing anything that I personally consider to be breaking the spirit of my order. Do you understand me, Recruit Perrin?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"Melissa, you are not going to be in this Harem. I can't and won't reward Private Perrin with someone like you when he was being an idiot who can't follow orders. You can go back home, OR, as I said, we have several hundred people on this base that would be glad to have a nice girl such as yourself. I can give you some time to decide. You have until the next ship leaves."

"Perrin, you really do have a good looking girlfriend here. Great legs. Proud of her?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"Well, you are not going to see much of her for the next month or so. You will be on the second ship out, not this next one. That's a month from now. Until then, you will be confined to your quarters except for official duties. Perrin's ladies, I want at least one of you pregnant by that time. For the next month the AI will notify myself or the Commander every day that you have not both had sex with Mark. Tiffany will be on this next ship out. Upon arrival at Vulcan, she will be loaned out to the one hundred fifty four men of the 10th Independent Company for one month. They have been in combat for the last five years and have had access to only a dozen women in that time. She won't be the only one. They will each be assigned one professional hooker for that month. She will be a spare, able to be passed around for all." The haughty look on Tiffany's face had been replaced by a look of horror. "Don't worry, we can repair any damage she picks up as long as she doesn't get herself brain damaged, paralyzed, sterilized or killed. DISMISSED!"