Part 2 Chapter 8
Monday and Tuesday

"Mphfm!" Ok, this is getting ridiculous. Pussy in the morning is nice, and it smells and... yup, it tastes nice and clean, but there is a tit right in the middle of it! Well, it is a nicely shaped breast and nipple that is poking between her ... hmm, her who? ... uhh, between her legs. And there are two, minimum, mouths working on my groin. And.... Darn, I am just totally buried in women. It must be every woman in the harem, all nine of them. I hope the springs can handle it. Good thing that I got one of the few pods they put in here on the base. I need the big bed. RHIP. Hmmm, there is a lot of moaning and groaning going on and I am barely awake yet. This seems a bit unfair.

"Hey, who is dealing with Robert and Stephen? I hope they aren't being ignored."

Janet's voice came from someplace around his shoulder. Maybe that is her breast between those legs. "Gillian came over for her dad and she brought her girlfriend for Stephen." He flicked the nipple with his tongue and she giggled. Yup! That was Janet.

Maggie spoke up and from the temporary cessation of sucking he determined that she was the one giving him the blowjob. Well, and from the feeling of her breath on the head of his organ. "Since we're loading today, we thought you should get something special for your last day on Earth." The mouth resumed the gentle sucking.

"Tony told us you could come in late today." Mei Ling was the one licking his balls.

Karen ground her pussy into his chin requesting attention. "So, you have a choice."

Jan seemed to be the one humping against his hand. "You can give each of us an orgasm and one for yourself. OR..."

Candace might be the one grinding her groin against his knee. "Or, you can get one from each of us."

Hmm, Fred thought nine ejaculations might be a bit much.

Caitlin threw him a lifeline. "Mix or match, but...."

The youngster Kim finished the ultimatum. "You aren't getting out of here without ten orgasms."

"The things I have to do to save humanity."

"Rebecca, John, come on in." Fred stood as he waved his brother and his sister-in-law into his office, making it obvious that it was family protocol as opposed to military. As she sat down he was thinking that Rebecca was looking great. She had regressed herself to the way she looked on her wedding day. Since the four of them had had a double wedding, Fred was looking at the spitting image of her twin sister Sarah, as she had looked when Fred had married her. She was certainly dressed less conservatively than was her norm. A professional looking, but short, skirt topped with a light blouse, open to show her cleavage and no bra. Her hair was a bit longer than before, but still worn in an older fashion than the age that the rest of her looked. When she sat on the couch across from his desk, she seemed to flash her legs more than needed as she crossed them. He appreciated the view, even with nine women in his harem.

He looked up to see her little smile and knew he had made her day. His first remarks were aimed at his brother. "De Halve Maen is almost loaded, one day ahead of schedule. We're still picking up kids even now. We have six hundred more Sponsors than pods, so the last ones to complete their collections will have to catch the next ship.

"You will have the Commander and most of his people, over three platoons. We are only taking one squad of marines for the ship, since we have so many NCOs and other handpicked people. I hope the squad on Araby and the partial one on Swooping Crane will be back before a month is out, but that is going to depend on whether everything is going to schedule regarding pod deliveries, colony foundations, and building sites. We'll let you know once we are back in normal space. Then, once De Halve Maen leaves Vulcan, we're out of contact again until the Araby gets back to Vulcan again. Oh, the escort ships might have some transit drones, but that's one way only.

"I've primed the pump for that pick-up in Kansas when you are ready for it. Shipley is setting up some more specific veteran collections. And we have three schools on the short lists for next fall. Any new questions? Concerns?"

Rebecca looked up. "We are going to start those job interviews next week. And you know that we have around five hundred ex-convict hookers still in that secure lockup. You put two more companies worth of them of them on De Halve Maen?" She paused as he nodded in agreement.

"Ok, I am going to schedule the start of the family collections for the Independent Marine companies in about two weeks. The next trips for both ships will have three companies worth of hookers for the second batch of marines. There will also be three companies of women consisting of mixed singles and mothers, and three companies of families. Those are for the first batch.

"The AI and I are calculating out the probable family configurations and sponsor numbers for the families of the Independent Marines. It varies widely of course, but they seem to have on average one additional sponsor per Marine and we think maybe six adults per Marine family. So the numbers come out to approximately four hundred and fifty family groups for the first three companies, the same numbers of additional sponsors with harems, five hundred hookers and five hundred other women. Over half the capacity of those two ships is claimed already. In another month, we will have to get the rest of the families and another five hundred assorted women. That will put us at two women per Independent Company Marine." She got an impish look. "Five hundred hookers with enhanced bodies and hormones. I could turn them loose on this base and make a fortune. I'm Civil Service, so it's even in my job description."

"Don't even think of it," Fred laughed as he admonished her. "We're on this base on sufferance. Well, we do need those families and the next five hundred as well. I guess that means you are stuck here for at least two months." He turned his gaze on his younger brother. "John? You got anything?"

"Nothing specific. I am collecting a few select people who have commanded regiments and battalions previously and did a good job with them. Other than that, I plan on using the AI to locate people getting out of the service, checking them out, and cherry picking some people who we can plug in anyplace. Looks like someone already cherry picked quite a few of the officers that we wanted. I had one minor idea for later; it looks like someone else thought of it as well. However, once you're on planet, figure out if the water is suitable for subs. We might want to collect some people who have worked for the Electric Boat Company.

"Oh, and I am looking at collecting some retired weapons designers from Rock Island Arsenal, General Dynamics, Vought, Hughes, Raytheon, Boeing, Hughes, JPL, BAE, and anyone else I can think of, all retired people, I don't want to break up programs that are in play. And I figure we should look at some of the dreamers. The new techs should let us make something like, umm, say that Crusader gun system and not have to worry about the fact that it would cost 25 million apiece instead of 5 million for the older designs. Just as an example."

Fred grinned. "Nothing specific though," he said dryly. "I was looking at the Army's Brigade Combat Team vehicle designs myself. OK. I'll leave things here in your hands. I'm leaving two of the ex-NSA security people with you; Will Knox and Carrie Chambers. Use them if you are out in the world. I told Sarah to pick out some spot at the new base where the family can all be living in the same general neighborhood, at least until the kids get trained and maybe get put in different regiments or the Navy. You guys take care." He gave his brother a handshake that turned into a back slapping hug and his sister-in-law a kiss, a hug, and a friendly little grope. "Ok, get out of here, I need to make sure those women of mine aren't packing too many clothes."

Rebecca snorted in mirth. "Sarah was telling me about the demands upon your time. What you had really better check is to see if they have packed any more girls away for you."

The mix of emotions flashing across Fred's face was priceless.

"Thank you, William. I'll take it." The director of the National Security Agency pressed the button to shut off the intercom. He then he picked up the handset for his STE and said "Go secure," pressing the button that engaged the security protocols on the secure line. They now had fifteen seconds to wait for everything to handshake and make the line secure, so he reviewed the situation mentally.

Major General Fred Winthrop had only been gone from the Agency for a week, but Lt. General Mark Parker missed him. The NSA was a three star military slot, but usually the second in command was a civilian role. Fred was a welcome exception that had been brought about by the Confederacy's clean up of the security services. As an Army General with Special Ops and combat experience, he had a perspective that had focused more upon real world problems, than upon empire building and office politics. Now that he had been picked up by the Confederacy....

"Ok, we're secure. What can I do for you Fred?"

"I was calling to let you know I'm leaving orbit in a few minutes, Sir. I wanted to thank you for all of the help you gave me in setting this up. Are you sure you don't want to leave? You have the score for it." Fred's voice was strange sounding due to the compression and various algorithms being used to secure the signal. Mark was used to it and almost did not notice it anymore. Mainly, he noticed it in absence.

"No. I'm too set in my ways. I couldn't leave without my wife and we are over seventy. I do appreciate what you have done for my family, even if it does reek of nepotism."

"I am just sorry that your oldest daughter was too old to go, Sir. One other thing. I am sending a big data packet to you. It's an extraction of some electronics advances. Since I got the AI to work WITH me instead of against me, I can get more info out. This is nearly a one-generation advance in concepts. Turn it over to the research department and tell them to take it in the given order. Everything included can be learned and done within a couple of years. I hope it helps."

"Thanks Fred. Semper Fi."

Fred sighed "I keep forgetting you were a Marine before you were NSA. Semper Fi, Sir." The line went out on the secure phone. The connection was gone.

Thirty women were in the conference room when Mark Ingham stepped in and positioned himself at the front. "If you will all be seated and listen up, I can get this started. First of all, this is not exactly what you are thinking it is. There were no lies in the ads and online postings, but they were all just a bit misleading. We are recruiting concubines for the Confederacy Space Marines. Please stay seated! OK, first, I am a concubine. My wife, some others and I belong to the Colonel. Colonel John Winthrop. Yes, I said belong. He calls us family or concubines, or his Harem, but we are all his slaves. If he wants sex, he gets it from whichever lady he wants. Luckily he's straight. I mentioned my wife. She's pregnant now with Silas' baby. That's ah; well he's the sixteen-year-old son of a lady that is a good friend of the colonel's wife. The wife is a sponsor as well, so they are sharing. She and the Colonel are both making use of both harems that is. She's a bit of a wildcat in bed. I have managed to impregnate Tess. Umm, that's the colonel's family babysitter's mother. The babysitter is a cutie also. In the last fourteen days, I have had sex with nearly twenty women and girls. My wife has had six guys that I know of. She's also been with several if not all of those same women. Things are.... Well, uninhibited is probably the best term for the current situation.

"OK, here is the ad you saw." A display was projected up onto the wall with the advertisement that they had responded to blown up so they could all see it.

Wanted for Immediate Employment: - Employer has a large number of Immediate Openings for permanent female staff at multiple residences in the following categories: Housekeeping and Cooking staff, Childcare, Entertainment and various other household positions. Some training may be available. Minimum Requirements: Willingness to immediately relocate; Local Government Regulations require applicants to have a Confederacy issued CAP card with certain minimum scores; Appropriate CAP sub-scores are also required for the specific positions hired for; Other Requirements per each position will be divulged during the application and interview process. Pay: based upon experience and position. Due to actual location and jurisdiction, State and Federal minimum wage requirements may not be applicable. Benefits: Full Medical, Dental. Housing, all meals, uniforms and other clothing provided at no charge or expense. Special Limitations: Due to local Regulations and Employment Locale, Single Women aged from 18 to 45 without dependent children will receive preferential placement. Others may apply, but their applications may be held for further job openings or may be rejected. Full disclosure of all job details to be given at final interview. Apply for position AC-1037565 at this office.

"Permanent positions. Yup, you agree and it's forever. Multiple residences. Well, each sponsor will have his own pod, his home. There are lots of available sponsors. You get a sponsor; you are assigned to his pod. Occasionally you may be sent with him to another location, but the Marines generally have to leave their harems at home. Housekeeping, cooking, childcare, all are typical housewife stuff.

"Entertainment. Well, sex is entertainment, but also you will be keeping your guy happy. Sex, conversation, cuddling while watching a movie, maybe you dance, sing or play the guitar. You will be doing what ever you would do to entertain a husband or boyfriend. Maybe you just smile enchantingly. Oh, this particular group of sponsors is all guys by the way.

"Some training available. Each pod will have two sleep trainers. You can trade off as to who is sleeping nights and everyone can get one training session per day. You will be six per pod on the trip. Cooking, Childcare, General education, lots of programs are available and the sponsor can authorize more after your arrival.

"Willingness to relocate. The name of this new colony is Vulcan. It's about one hundred light years that-a-away." He pointed up and a bit to the southwest. "I think its that-a-way, at least.

"All of the CAP card score requirements and such have been done with. You have all been screened and accepted, assuming you still want the jobs.

"Pay dependent on position. Well. There is actually no pay for any position. However, you don't need money either. Ever. If you have unpaid bills here on Earth, the Confederacy will cover them. From now on, you get something if your sponsor gives it to you. Want an i-pod? Be nice.

"First, is there anyone totally not interested?" He wasn't really expecting anyone to say yes as the AI had picked people that it already knew were interested. There were no hands raised, but more than a few were looking around at the others.

"Next, I am going to explain some benefits and the main disadvantage to you. Complete medical, dental, etc." Robert stood up, pulled off his polo shirt and dropped his trousers. He was not wearing underwear. He looked twenty years old, a very fit twenty. He had a decently sized penis slowly swelling as he confronted the women. "I am forty-five years old. Two weeks ago I was pre-diabetic. I got tired after a couple-mile walk. My hair was thinning. I was maybe forty pounds overweight and pretty out of shape. This thing was about average at a bit under six inches long. The Colonel let his wife choose my apparent age and my ah, enhancement. Now it's seven inches long and just a little bit thicker than before. I can have sex with multiple women and we all have fun doing it. Remember the nearly twenty women? With most of them it's been more than once. Understand, I am not chasing these women down. They are as fit as I am, and I get grabbed by one or more and pulled into beds about four times a day. I can run for miles. I have never, EVER been in this kind of condition.

"My wife is the same. She got rid of some excess weight, her cellulite, her dandruff and she could now get a lingerie-modeling job. Not that anorexic runway stuff, since the Colonel doesn't like stick figures, but she could be in a bra and panties in K-mart ads or Sears catalogs. She has hips and boobs to die for. She looks like a very healthy college girl. She has not had a hair in her armpits or on her legs since she got out of the medpods. She got permission to adjust her eyebrows and lashes and she placed every hair EXACTLY where she wanted it. They are permanent until they get changed in the pod again. One of the young girls in our group had some ugly toenails. Now the nails are hard and perfectly shaped. I'm told the paint doesn't chip, either, when they have done their nails. You can and will get this level of medical treatment before you see your first Marine.

"Those Marines have been away for a while with limited women. For now, they are burning off some testosterone with some hookers, but after that they will be allowed to choose their harems from a pool of women, which will include you if you are still willing. Roughly, three hundred of them and three hundred of you. There are another seven hundred Marines due shortly. This is not a get a road test and then get left behind pick-up. You are going if you want to and you WILL be chosen.

"Disadvantages are the same as in a regular pickup. You will be in some Marine's Harem. You are his slave. Forever. Sex and babies for the forseeable future. All you have to decide is yes, or no." He pulled his pants back up as the women started asking questions.