Chapter 6 - Extraction

Tribune William Whitefeather stood in the middle of the Washington, DC restaurant, having just given more-or-less the same lecture as his underling Sub-Decurion Anthony Chan had given to his charges in Florida and at approximately that same moment Major James MacAllistor was giving his lecture to the audience at the school concert in England. A quick survey by the AI had assured him that he didn't have any extractable volunteers aside from his old friend Henry Hollister. At his feet, three of Washington's less desirable young gentlemen lay unconscious and disarmed. In front of Henry lay a half-dozen handguns of varying manufacture, quality and calibre, four cans of mace, three switchblade knives (backup armament for the three aforementioned sacks of flour) and a civilian-grade taser. A large mixing bowl contained a rapidly-growing quantity of ammunition and magazines as he unloaded the guns. On his hands Henry wore rubber dish-washing gloves to keep innocent fingerprints off the criminals' arsenal.

Joining the three unconvicted felons on the floor were bras, panties, blouses, skirts and all manner of other attire, shucked by the crowd of potential concubines. William was painfully reminded of his dinner the previous evening - he was clad while the other diners were nude. Except these were very obviously not as comfortable being sky-clad as the Haywood clan were.

"Now normally at this point in the extraction, the sponsors would be giving you 'test drives', but there's only the one and frankly he needs to go into a medical pod before he test drives so much as a Trabant. The reason we're all going, all of us who DO NOT want to stay and greet the Sa'arm with open arms, is as I said we are expecting a special extraction on Saturday that will have a low number of concubines, so we need plenty of spares. We'll find homes for all of you, don't worry about that."

One woman exclaimed, "My daughter!"

"Under fourteen, we pick up. Over fourteen, they're kind of on their own."

With a rush, a platoon of Confederacy Marines arrived through the back door. "Sorry, Sir," the sergeant reported. "We were on another pickup when you called."

"I bet it's a zoo outside."

"The alleyway behind was cordoned off, which is where the nexus is. But I wouldn't advise being here when the containment field lifts. The crowd is growing pug-ugly. The cops called in a riot squad to handle it."

Whitefeather nodded glumly. The usual post-extraction riot hadn't even waited for the post part of the extraction.

"Sergeant, this is Howlin' Mad Hollister, retired Colonel in the United States Marine Corps. Please take the guns he is so jealously guarding and seal them. Then escort everyone not unconscious toward the nexus, make sure you ask them if they want to become concubines before you shove them there. Which ship are we bound for, if I may be so bold?"

"Princess Louise."

At his subvocal request, the AI called up the basic specifications for the Princess Louise: Aurora class colony ship. Ninety-six pods. Four medical bays. Like all colony ships these days, crewed by Fleet Auxiliary. Yes, he decided, that would work splendidly.

At that same moment, in a time zone five hours ahead of where Tribune Whitefeather was bugging out from, Major MacAllistor was supervising a much more routine type of extraction. And "routine" meant the Cattle Call.

The wife of one of the volunteers, buck naked like the rest of the crowd, was busy tonguing a single mother while the volunteer tried the young lady's love tunnel. She was also playing with his scrotum. It didn't look like it would be long before he shot his load, and it didn't look like this ex-wife would be one kicked to the curb.

The other wife was entertaining another female in a happy soixante-neuf. Yet another ex-wife who looked to be adapting fairly quickly to life in a polygamous universe, MacAllistor reflected with some relief.

On the stage, clearly visible to all, George had found his two potential couples. He had tested them by having the husbands fuck the other's wife, side-by-side. From the moans and groans, it could be deduced that neither wife objected to having to share her husband, or to being shared herself.

George himself was enjoying the attentions of a wonderful MILF, a blond haired beauty with twin girls not quite ten. Another mother was waiting in the wings, which left him two more to grab. He had his male concubines looking for one, and his female concubines looking for the other.

The third male volunteer had decided upon two delightful young single mothers, and the female volunteer had picked up her girlfriend and her girlfriend's husband, and their three kids. Both of these volunteers, their concubines and kids were already in orbit, aboard the Princess Sophia. The couple's clothes were somewhere in the school hall, as presumably was the female volunteer's anal virginity, lost in the excitement.

As the last two volunteers settled on their last two concubines, two naked women were walked up to the stage by George's four concubines. He nodded to the one he'd been test riding, ordering the patient potential partner to give him head, and ordered the new candidates to engage in a threesome with the pair who selected them. He didn't last long, but did give a nod of approval to the final three. The nexus was switched to connect to the Balboa, and Major George Rideout, Confederacy Navy, began his voyage to the stars.

It was now late on Tuesday night, Eastern Time. Major James MacAllistor sat in front of eight retired submarine captains and their 72 concubines, plus dependants. Half of the submariners were from the United States, the other half were British. With only nine pods available, the Balboa was a very full ship.

"Each of you now has a pod. When you arrive at Atlantis, the pods will be transferred to the colony below, so they are right now your permanent homes. Feel free to redecorate. Normally you'd be allowed to get your enhancements done, but K'treel ships just don't have that quantity of medical pods. You're going to have to get that done after you arrive. I suggest you make your choices, both for you and your concubines, before you arrive. I strongly recommend you allow them input, both into their own enhancements and yours - the better they feel about their modifications, the happier they'll feel toward you. You should also get the basic training done - there's a sleep training module in your pod."

He looked at two big, mean-looking Marines lovingly cradling their RLA-1 blast rifles. "These are your escorts. Any questions, don't pester the crew, ask them instead, or ask the AI. These two also have to worry about the two concubines and three dependants whose sponsor is already at Atlantis. Don't ask them stupid questions, and I strongly recommend you forbid your own concubines and dependants from even trying to talk to them - unless it's about recruitment into the Confederacy Marines." Everyone laughed at that line.

"Now, before you take off for Atlantisat, everyone here is going for a medical evaluation and patch-up, and the sponsors will have an AI interface implanted. The medical facilities of a K'treel Explorer class is kind of minimal, so we've arranged for the Hospital Ship Clara Barton over there to do all that, the enhancements will be done at Atlantis. We'll start shipping you to the Barton in about fifteen minutes. Be sure to keep your dependants and concubines under control, we can't send Clara's Cutters all over the ship looking for little lost curtain climbers or concubines. The concubines will get these collars and the dependants, if they're old enough, get these cool wristwatch thingies.

"Any questions? Yes?"

"How long until we leave for Atlantisat?"

"We should be finished with the medical checks by early morning, so we're looking at a departure time of about ten hundred Eastern. Anything else? No?"

Everyone stayed silent.

"OK, stay in your pod until you get called to go over to the Barton. Cuthbert and Rideout go over first, so stay in this compartment with your concubines and dependants while this herd finds its homes. Let's go, people!"

Over on the Cabot, Tribune Whitefeather was preparing his report, while his concubine Della snuggled temptingly in his lap.

"The Sir Archibald McIndoe Rehabilitation and Training Hospital on Atlantisat is now at full staff and full equipment, and is ready to accept casualties. CSS Dorothea Lynde Dix, AH005, has completed training both her staff and the staff of the rehabilitation hospital, and has departed Atlantisat for Borneo to support fleet operations from there. As soon as we finish providing staff for the Clara Barton, AH003, she will depart for Atlantisat to complete training. At the request of the Demeter colony, we are including as passengers one OB/GYN and two pediatricians, as well as appropriate nursing specialists as these doctors' concubines. CSS Margaret Sanger, AH004, arrives in orbit on Monday from her space trials and will take on her crew at that time, we are in the process of identifying suitable medically trained staff for extraction."

He sneaked a hand under Della's shift and started playing with her nipples. She sighed in appreciation.

"Currently, Operation Prodigy is proceeding as planned, and we have identified the additional candidates required to complete Phase One of the Maritime Force Project. Future special extractions include experienced farmers for Demeter, Borneo, and Brak, aquaculture specialists and fishermen for Albion, Azahar and Atlantis and a complete extraction of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology for Atlantis, which will require completion of the space trials of cube ship Mount Olympus or the completion of cube ship Valhalla's current mission."

His hand moved downward, tickling Della's abdomen and earning a kick from the foetus growing inside. Della giggled.

'And that finishes the damned report,' he decided, 'it's after midnight, time for some fun.' He adjusted Della's position to give him more access to her labia and clitoris. Della's giggles swiftly turned to moans of pleasure.

Marianne Haywood had finally put her excited daughters to bed. They'd been excited by the idea of being extracted, and now Marianne was now ready to get a little excited herself, at the thought of extracting some sperm from her husband's seminal vesicles. And the best way to get that kind of extraction was to get her husband excited.

She started with good old fellatio, which quickly turned into a rousing irrumatio as he swiftly got into the mood. As he turned rock-hard, she rolled him onto his back and mounted him.

It didn't take long for her to ride Ben to the point where he was ready to explode. She heard some wanton woman scream, "Yes, yes, yes yes YES!" And then as she hit her peak she heard some wanton woman giggle.

Giggle?

As Ben painted her insides a warm white, she twisted around and noticed three pairs of eyes staring at her from the doorway. She screamed. No use, it sounded like the scream of someone having an orgasm.

It WAS the scream of someone having an orgasm. It was her having the orgasm.

As her breathing returned to normal, and her husband finished emptying himself into her, she twisted her torso around and took a better look at the doorway.

"Hi, Mommy, that was hot!" Marcie complimented her.

"Um," Marianne panted, "you're putting me in an awkward position here, girls..."

The three girls exchanged a look of puzzlement. Awkward position?

"What's so awkward about 'Cowgirl'?" demanded Carrie, her youngest.

"Yes, Mom, in one year, two months, sixteen days," Marcie checked her watch, "22 hours and fifteen minutes I'm going to be using that same position to deflower myself atop some lucky young stud. I hope it's not awkward. You certainly look like you enjoy it whenever you use it."

"YOU'VE WATCHED US BEFORE?!?" demanded her outraged mother.

"Oh, lookit the time, we gotta get to bed!" Marcie cried, and dashed off for her bedroom.

"Yeah, to jill off!" giggled Melodie as she and Carrie copied their sister's action.

Marianne yelled at the three departing girls in frustration, and then collapsed exhausted on Ben's torso. He held her in his arms.

"Argh! Those girls are going to be the death of me!"

"If being watched by them gives you orgasms like that one, yes I'd say they very well could!"

The swat she gave him fortunately had no strength behind it whatsoever.