Part 2 Chapter 7
Sunday

"Maggie, Mei Ling, Janet! Front and center. No clothes."

Fred was monitoring the initial loading of De Halve Maen on his PDA. He was watching the lines of sponsors and harems leave their barracks and head over to the six transporter platforms. Each platform connected to a bank of transporter nexi on a different deck of the ship

"Begging the General's pardon, Sir, but may I have a moment?" Sergeant Mitchell looked a little nervous, probably about bothering the brass without going through channels, but he also looked eager. Fred took a moment to check William Mitchell's record. With most of the Marines' faces looking eighteen or nineteen it was hard to tell if someone should be treated like a grizzled NCO of twenty years, or a sixteen year old who had just been promoted. This one was a four-year veteran of the US Marines. He had been promoted to Corporal as soon as he finished Space Marine Boot Camp. One and a half years later he was a Sergeant.

"Sure, go ahead Sergeant Mitchell. Problem?"

"No, Sir. That is, I think I have the answer to a problem, Sir. It's about the shortage of concubines for all of those machinists and the Independent Marines. I figure we need somewhere over a thousand women, Sir. That's just to get caught up with the people on hand. But we don't really have the manpower for that many big pickups right now due to all the kids and such that we are collecting. Am I correct, so far, sir?"

"You are. I have a few ideas, but yes, it's an ongoing problem. What's your solution?" Fred was getting interested now.

"Well, Sir. One of my buddies was in on your personal pick up. He noticed that you already had pre-picked people and knew what their CAP scores were and if they were single and such. So I started thinking. With the AI knowing all about a person, we could use the AI to pre-pick for willingness, parenting, intelligence, sex drive and make sure there were no other zeros or ones in their scores, etc. Then, rather that going to get them, we wait for them to come to us. Kind of.

"There are still some people going in and updating their CAP tests. Those are mostly going to be people who are actually interested in leaving. I mean, if they are listening to their pastor tell them that CAP cards and pick-ups are a sin, then they aren't the ones getting re-tested. I ran some numbers with the AI. On any given day, according to the AI, there are about one hundred fifty thousand people going in for testing in this country. That's only about one adult out of six throughout the year. But, with those kinds of numbers we can have the AI sort out the single women interested in leaving, or the single moms whose kids we can collect. The AI, during the CAP test interview, can actually ask if they are willing to leave alone or do they need to be with their sister, mommy, daddy, hubby, whatever. It would just seem to be part of the test.

"One hundred fifty thousand people, that's about sixty thousand women. More guys try to get upgraded, I guess. Assume one third are too old, and maybe some are too young. Half of the rest are married and want hubby, half of the remainder have too many other commitments. Four out of five of the rest fail in some other category. That's still just less than two thousand. That's per day, Sir." Mitchell looked a bit smug. With some good reason, Fred thought.

Fred was thinking hard. "Hmm, there's got to be a catch. It can't be that easy. Transport stations are at all of the testing centers. They already have security on the remaining ones, so you just need one guy to go talk to the girl. One platoon would be making individual pickups all day, at, let's say, fifteen minutes per pickup. We could get as many as thirty-eight men times thirty-two pickups per man. That's twelve hundred sixteen. That's almost as many as we need. Even if we get half of that it would get us caught up in less than three days. Sergeant. This is a great idea. I need to get my brain trust to knock holes in it, but maybe, just maybe, you got us out of this hole we're in."

The AI alerted Sgt. Mitchell that a girl was available at the Denver, Colorado Testing Center. Her net score was a 6.0, with no really poor sub-scores. She was single with no children. She had been subjected to a simulated pick-up as part of the CAP testing and even though her loyalty to her family and friends was high, she had agreed to be picked up and leave her loved ones behind, as they were not at the pickup site. She would be in the Testing Center lobby in three minutes.

The concubine pickups using Mitchell's idea were going well. They were not getting the numbers that had been mentioned, but that was mainly due to the time it was taking for each extraction. They seemed to take more like twenty minutes. Occasionally one would take an hour. Those women tended to arrive naked and dripping fluids. None of his had been that way yet, but he still needed a mommy figure, so who knew.

Bill was the next man up, so he stepped through the transporter and instantly arrived in an isolated room in Denver. He walked the short distance to the lobby and looked around. There were several people leaving and he was not sure which was the one he wanted without checking his PDA for a picture.

"Mindy Ketchum?"

"I'm Mindy." He turned around and then he looked down. Mindy was redheaded and short. Well, he was six feet seven inches tall, but she was really short; four foot ten inches tall at the most and petite, under one hundred ten for sure, maybe under one hundred five. However, what was even more noticeable was that she was young. He pulled out the PDA so he could read the data to verify. Yup, she was fourteen and this was her very first CAP card.

"I am Sergeant Mitchell. Would you step this way with me for a minute or so?" He waived her to one of the interview rooms just down the hall. She looked a bit nervous, but came with him without protest.

The room had a desk, several chairs and a padded bench along the wall. Originally, that had been in the waiting room, but someplace along the way, all of the rooms had been made at least marginally comfortable for the purpose of a 'test drive'.

"Please sit down Miss Ketchum. Honestly, I was expecting someone a bit older, so I'm going to double check some of the info I have before I get to the purpose of this meeting. May I see your CAP Card, please?" When Mindy handed it to him, he placed it in a card reader and set that on the desk between them.

"AI, please display the reader's screen onto the wall." The CAP Card was projected onto the wall, with the main number visible, but faded into a background watermark. The major sub-scores were displayed with small labels attached.

"As you can see, you have a quite respectable first time total score of 6.0. You also have no really poor scores in any subcategories, and a few sub-scores in the sevens and eights. We were screening for scores like these, but I did not expect anyone as young as you to show up with them. Please note this batch of scores here." When he placed his finger near the mentioned scores on the reader, they were highlighted on the wall display. " This is a representation of your aggression, dominance and submission. Your low aggression indicates that you would probably not volunteer for the Marines, but with a bit higher overall scores you might fill a role in the Navy. However, you don't really have the technical aptitudes for the various jobs. The aptitudes and skills that you have are more people related. Your dominance score is low, and your submission score is high average. A high submission score does not translate to a high CAP score, though. You have a decent parenting aptitude and a high average libido."

"It's saying I'm concubine, right?" Mindy was looking intently at the scores, but Mitchell couldn't tell her mood yet. As he watched her, he realized that she was quite cute. Young, yes, but cute, almost elf-like.

"Yes, it's saying that you would PROBABLY be a good concubine and you could be happy at it. Mindy, you're young. In a couple of years it is possible that you can raise these scores and become a volunteer. If so, I would suggest that you volunteer for Fleet Auxiliary, or maybe the Civil Service. OR, you can come with me today as a concubine. Not mine. We are recruiting for a general pool. You will be in the pool until you are chosen or until we reach the colony in around a month. You get one refusal when the first volunteer requests you. After that, you go with whoever wants you. If still unchosen when we get to the colony you will remain in the pool and work in the brothel until pregnant. That means sex with whoever wants you, whenever, however. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Mindy was still looking at the display.

"OK, now before you decide, I want to see that you can handle your choice. If you are thinking at all about becoming a concubine, I need you to take your clothes off." Mitchell wouldn't have asked this of the normal candidate, but he figured she wasn't a normal candidate, and besides, he was thinking that he was more than a bit attracted to her, fourteen or not.

"Uhmm, Ok." Mindy stood and blushed as she took her clothes off. She didn't rush, nor did she dally, but Mitchell found that he had some blood rushing to at least one part of his anatomy as well.

"Come over here, please." He slid his chair away from the desk as Mindy walked around it. He reached out and caressed her face. She froze for a moment, and then pressed her cheek into his hand, like a cat rubbing against a pant leg. When he moved his hand down to her shoulder, she kept her neck pressing against it. She leaned in closer, maybe only an inch, but enough for him to notice. He stroked her arm for its full length. He slipped his other hand against her ribcage, then slid it down her past her waist to the top of her hip and then back up until he was stroking her small breast. His first hand moved to her hip, and then to her buttock. She didn't flinch, or pull away. When he pulled her into his lap, she came willingly. One hand stayed on her breast, while the other moved in and cupped her mons. "Mindy, are you a virgin?" He was stroking her slit with just the tip of one finger.

"No, well, yes, technically. Mom took me to the doctor and she got rid of my hymen. We figured it would be messy to be a virgin at a pickup. And I've been, uhh, practicing with a new dildo she got me. Have you seen the new ones? They have a line of trainer dildos for young girls. I started with a 'My First Time' but now I have a 'Li'l Stud'." Her eyes were almost closed and she gave a couple of small moans as his finger kept gently stroking.

Sergeant Mitchell just about laughed at that piece of info, but decided that it would ruin her mood. "Mindy, I think you'll do fine. I wish I could take you myself. I prefer older women, but.... Do you want to become a concubine on the terms that I laid out? You can't back out later. Once we step through the transporter, you are committed."

"OK. Sure. As long as you ask my mom to go, too."

"WHAT? AI, I thought that you screened for women willing to go without family and friend conditions." Well, that broke her mood.

{That is correct. The subject answered truthfully that she was willing to leave alone.}

"Wait! Sure, I'm willing, but she's right here, with all of the kids. She's waiting in the mini-van across the street. It's my birthday and we're going out to celebrate my CAP card. Please ask her. You like me, don't you. You can have me; anyway you want me, if you promise to ask her. I know she wants to go."

"AI, scan across the street. Is her mother's CAP card in range?"

{Yes. The card is in a small van with a woman that matches her profile and three young children.}

"OK, I'll go ask her in a minute." He picked the girl up by the waist and set her on the desk. "Lay back and spread your legs." As she complied, he sub-vocally contacted his platoon sergeant. 'Gunny? OK if I take a little personal time? Uhh, test drive.'

'Hehe, OK. Did you find that mother figure that you need?' The voice sounded in his head through the implant.

'Uhh, no. Well, maybe. I'll let you know. Thanks, Gunny.'

Mitchell looked down at the pale-skinned figure. She had her knees spread wide and pulled up to her elbows. He stepped between her legs, leaned in to her small breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He used his hand on the other one while he teased it with his lips and tongue. His other hand dropped down to her pussy and started stroking the slit. Then he switched his mouth to the other side. She was panting strongly and emitting little mewling noises when he started trailing his mouth down her belly. When he reached her pussy slit and started teasing the lips with her tongue, she tried to hump against his mouth. He slipped a finger in and then two as she went into orbit. He licked, stroked and brought her to a second orgasm very shortly. He sat back down at the desk and waited for her to recover.

"Is that it? I want your dick. Please."

"Any way I want, right?" he asked her.

"Yes, but now I'm worked up. I hope that's not all."

"No. But I have to go get your mother before she starts worrying. Don't worry; I'll get the kids, too. I'll put them next door for now. Stay just like that." He left the room.

"Mrs. Ketchum?"

"Yes. Is there a problem? Oh, is Mindy all right?" Anne Ketchum dropped the book that she had been reading onto the seat beside her.

"Yes Ma'am, she's just fine. Ma'am, May I see your CAP card? Just to verify a couple of things."

"Certainly. If Mindy is OK, where is she?"

Mitchell saw that Mindy's mother had a lot of the same qualities as her daughter. She met the Colony's requirements as a mother, and while definitely not as trim and petite as her daughter, she had a pleasant face that would not wear on a person over the years. "Ma'am, may I call you Anne?" When she nodded he went on. "Anne, Mindy got a 6.0. She triggered a search program that we are running. She has agreed to be placed in a concubine pool. In other words she has been picked up. Now, she's still inside the center for a little bit. Would you like to talk to her?"

"Oh, yes. Please. Can I bring the kids?" She was already getting out of the van.

"You can bring them inside, but it might be better to wait for a few minutes for them to see her." He looked at where the eleven year old was getting his younger brother and sister out of the other side of the vehicle. "Nudity and adult activity issues," he said quietly.

"Oh! Oh, my." She flushed prettily, he decided.

Mitchell followed the short woman into the building. She was only five two or five three and probably about one forty or one fifty. He passed her, leading the family group through the lobby and then he placed the kids in another interview room, activating the AI's entertainment features for the kids. Then he took Anne in to see her daughter

"Oh, my!" Clearly, that was Anne's way of registering surprise or mild stress. She was trying not to stare, but she could not ignore her daughter's bare pussy that had been aimed right at the door when she came in

"Anne, I promised Mindy that I would give you a chance to join the concubine pool, as she has, but I have one other option for you as well. I have an opening for one older concubine in my Harem. Mindy meets all of the qualifications except two. She needs a baby and five years of child raising experience. You, however, meet all of the requirements. Would you be interested in being in my Harem? That means that you would both be going to the same colony, but I can't guarantee her treatment in the hands of whoever gets her."

"Yes. I'll go with you. I can see by the look in her eyes that she's already had some sex recently. She looks like she had fun and she's smiling. I'm yours. Oh, assuming we take the kids." Anne was watching Mitchell, but still was very aware of her naked daughter.

"Not so fast. Yes, we would take the kids, but I haven't asked yet. I just asked if you were interested. If you pass the test drive, then you're formally invited. Take off your clothes, please. Meanwhile, Mindy has some unfinished obligations to work off."

Mitchell stripped quickly. He was done and Anne was still losing her underwear. She was probably less than twenty pounds overweight, probably thirty or more over in her own opinion. Most of her extra weight was around her belly and her ass. Mindy barely had size A breasts. Anne had larger, softer Bs. He stepped in and helped her take her panties down. Then he stroked her and caressed her as he had her daughter. She responded similarly, but was a bit more restrained. He took one of her hands and placed it on her pussy and then he placed the other on her breast. "Stroke and rub yourself." When she blushed again, but complied, he moved her to a spot by the desk where she could see clearly.

He stepped between Mindy's legs again and leaned in to give her a few swipes with his tongue. As she quickly responded, he straightened up, placed his smaller head at her pussy entrance and started slowly stroking in and out, only an inch or so. He used one hand to brace against the desk and the other one started fingering her pussy. Even with her practice with the 'Li'l Stud" she was very tight. "Anne, I think she's a bit tight for this. I need to get her even more lubed up. Come over here and give her a licking."

"What!"

"She needs it, and you'll be doing it to my other two ladies once we all get together. It's part of your test drive. Pass/Fail. And she's already agreed to it."

"Mindy, Honey? Is.... Ah, do you really want that?" Mitchell wasn't worried. He had seen their scores. Anne had already taken a step towards her daughter, and she was still stroking and rubbing herself.

"Oh, please, I want that thing in me now. Do it, please!" Mindy was trying to shove against his penis head, but he wasn't letting her yet.

Anne didn't say anymore, but she moved up and took his place between Mindy's legs. As she bent over and inhaled her daughter's smell, Mitchell pressed against the mother's backside. His chest closed up to Anne's back as he took her right arm and placed it on her daughter's breast. Her left he placed at Mindy's pussy. He pressed her fingers inside and stroked a couple of times before Anne started on her own. Then he took his hand and cupped one of Anne's breasts as he used the other hand to align himself into her pussy. As she started her first tentative licks, he pressed into her. She was moaning and pressing back against him shortly, so he used that to encourage her. When she slowed her tongue and lips on Mindy, he withdrew most of the way and just waited. When she got enthusiastic, so did he. She caught on quickly and Mindy started getting a great tongue-lashing.

Mindy was revealed to be multi-orgasmic. No huge ones, but lots of little ones. Choosing a time when she was nearly unconscious, he pulled Anne aside and placed himself back at Mindy's pussy. He pressed and was about two inches inside. Then he waited for her to recover. Meanwhile he took two fingers and shoved them well inside Anne.

As Mindy recovered and realized he was in her, she wrapped her legs around him and drew him in, slowly. He gently stroked and eventually was all the way in. That was all it took for him to have his own moment of crisis and he filled her with his semen.

Now that the ice was broken, Anne was back, using her tongue to clean her daughter while Mitchell was showing the advantages of the Confederacy's advanced medical technology by shoving a still hard penis into Anne again. This time he let her have her rewards, an orgasm and a load of semen. He led both women to the padded bench and placed Mindy on her back. He placed Anne's pussy over her daughter's face and his penis in front of Anne's mouth. Mindy cleaned up Anne and Anne cleaned up Mitchell. When he got hard again, he decided that he had better make sure that Mindy could handle a blowjob. Anne had to coach her, but she seemed to have some talent for it.

A bit later, the women were draped over him on the bench. "AI, I take Anne Ketchum as my concubine. Anne, do you accept?"

"I do," she said.

{Acknowledged,} spoke the AI.

"Mindy, I wish there was a way to keep you also. Truly I do."

"That's OK. We got Mom and the kids out." She sounded tired, but also sad.

{Sergeant Mitchell, do you actually wish to keep the concubine Mindy?} Mitchell had trained the AI to always contact him sub-vocally in public unless he had first initiated contact vocally, so he was the only one that heard the AI.

'Yes, I do, but I don't want to give up any of my others and I'm at my limit.'

{General Winthrop requested the authorization for you of one additional concubine in the event that you expressed a special preference for one. It has been approved as an award for your idea for speeding up the concubine collections.}

Out loud, Mitchell said. "AI, please respond aloud. Did you say I have been authorized one additional concubine?"

{Yes, Sgt. Mitchell. You are so authorized. Is it your intention to request the concubine Mindy from the concubine pool?}

"Ye.... Wait. Mindy, if I ask for you and you turn me down, you don't get another refusal. Let me know if you'd like me to...mmrrhddk." It's really hard to be intelligible with a girl clamped to your mouth. The AI had to wait a while for its own confirmation as well.