Author: Cat5
Title: The Davidson Chronicles
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Cadet Captain Jim Davidson becomes privy to the secret of an
impending major extraction

Keywords: MF MFF oral anal ScFi

The Davidson Chronicles

Copyright © 2008 Cat5

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Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you’re not into graphic
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This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
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Chapter 1:  First Extraction

Major James T. Striker USMC (retired) had requested me to come to his office
as soon as possible.  When I arrived his secretary told me that he was just
finishing up a conference call and he would see me in a couple of minutes.
Sitting down in one of the chairs in the outer office, I thought back over the
last year.

It had been the beginning of my senior year at a major college in the south.
The year started out well-I was named Captain of Cadets for the Navy ROTC unit
established at the college.  ROTC was popular in the south so there were one
hundred eighty Navy cadets and one hundred sixty Army cadets in the program.
CAP testing had been going on for over four years, and most people assumed
that a military background would be helpful in raising their CAP score.  After
all, the bottom line was that the Confederacy was recruiting a military force
to fight the Sa'arm.  Thus, it seemed obvious why there was increased
enthusiasm for joining the ROTC programs.

I thought the assumption was logical and I was a good example.  My first CAP
score in my freshman year was 6.8-good enough to become a volunteer, but
nothing special.  I took advantage of the opportunity to retake the CAP test
every year thereafter.  Last week I scored 8.3.  ROTC had to have been a major
factor in that score, and my rank as Captain of Cadets probably influenced the
score also.

The early estimates of when the Sa'arm would invade the Earth were very
tentative-at least nine years we were told.  The early estimate seemed to be
holding, but a pragmatic evaluation would conclude that the combination of the
Darjee, AIs, and humans on Earth had made the early years a real cluster.
Time was wasted and could never be recovered.  The Earth was not yet in a
panic condition, but more and more people were beginning to face that fact
that Earth eventually would be invaded by the Sa'arm.

The early extractions were small and peaceful-isolate a McDonald's, locate the
three or four volunteers, let them pick their concubines, and transport
everyone to the pod ship.  When those with low CAP scores figured out where
they stood-potential food for the Sa'arm-the extractions became more
dangerous.  Volunteers were killed before the extraction could take place, and
organizations quickly took up the philosophy of "all or none."  Some religious
sects claimed extractions were sinful, and ranted against the process-some
quite fanatically.

The problem, of course, was that it couldn't be all or none for many reasons.
The Darjee didn't have the logistical capacity to extract all of us.  The
first volunteers immediately went to fight the Sa'arm, so there were not
enough extraction teams.  Further, the Darjee made it very clear that they
were only going to pilot the ships, and not interact with the semi-barbarous
humans.  And finally, there was probably the real reason.  The Darjee were
worried that if we did defeat the Sa'arm, the humans would turn on the
Confederacy.  So the CAP testing was to both find the best people to fight the
Sa'arm, while at the same time prevent extractions for those who might have
tendencies to mutiny against the Confederacy.  The logic seemed clear-the CAP
was biased for high scoring males, which meant that the concubines needed
would be mostly female. The result was that the low scoring, potentially
mutinous males, were screwed.  The same reasoning seemed to take place when
whole countries were excluded from extractions.

Finally, it became obvious that small extractions were not practical.  The new
order of the day was for large extractions in a weapons free environment.  The
early successful examples were a military school extraction and the famous
Queen's annual picnic.  Both found a target area rich with volunteers with
ample supplies of potential concubines.

It was clear to me that the colleges and universities would be next-of the one
hundred eighty Navy ROTC cadets, one hundred ten of them had scores of 6.5 or
higher.  The same rough percentage came out of the Army ROTC program.
Professors at the university with specific talents and experiences also scored
high on CAP testing.  Finally, universities teeming with twenty or thirty
thousand students were perfect places to find the necessary concubines for the
volunteers.  The incompetence of the trio of Darjee, AI, and human leaders had
wasted years before efficient extractions became the norm-but now they were
getting their act together.

My thoughts were interrupted, "Captain Davidson, the major will see you now."

As I entered his office, I was about to do the military thing, but he
immediately said, "Relax, Jim, and have a seat."

I'd always liked Major Striker.  He was sixty years old and definitely old
school-honor, duty, and country.  Officers were to take care of their men
first, themselves last.  He was tough, but fair, unless you crossed his moral
line in the sand, and then he was ruthless.  During my four years in the
program, twenty or so cadets had crossed that line and were no longer in the
program.  He was a father-figure to me, and my mentor.

He was silent for a few moments and then asked, "Do you still think that
places like this university are going to be the norm for extractions?"

The question caught me by surprise-we had often talked about this subject for
the last six months, and we both believed it was going to happen.  To ask the
obvious was very strange.

I played it honest, "Yes, Sir."

He paused again-almost like searching for the right words.

He surprised me again, "Are you going to the game tomorrow?"

The "game" was our league's basketball championship.  The winner would be
going to the NCAA tournament.  It was the first time in over twenty years that
our university had a shot at the NCAA tournament.  Thirty-five thousand fans
would stuff the auditorium.  We were the home team and any student who wanted
a ticket could buy one-most of the student body would be there.

"Yes, Sir."

"Jim, do you think our cadets will go to the game?"

"Yes, Sir.  I'm sure almost every one of them will be there.  It's the only
thing that's been talked about all week."

Major Striker looked uncomfortable.  It was obvious he was trying to take the
conversation to a certain place...and then I knew.

"Sir, would I be right if I told you that going to that game would be the most
important thing that I did in my life?"

He immediately relaxed and stared at me.  "Yes, Jim, your thinking is right
on."

I asked, "Will you be at the game, Major?"

"No," he replied.  "I have other things to do here.  Good luck with the game
tomorrow-I wish you well.  You are dismissed."

I walked out of his office stunned.  He had clearly told me that during the
game tomorrow there would be an extraction.  I don't know how he knew, but he
did have a lot of contacts in the military.  Maybe there was an informal
"heads up" among certain people.

Usually there is no advance warning about an extraction.  The risk is too
great that word would get out, and the fanatics with their weapons would show
up.  In the last three months two extractions were disasters as many
volunteers were killed by the mob that had infiltrated the extraction site.
That the major had given me this information must have come very close to
crossing his moral line.

What should I do?

First, I decided that the risk of passing this information to the cadets was
too great-one or more would want to have someone at the game that wasn't
planning to be there, and if the pressure was great enough, they would say why
the person had to be there.  Further, most, and I would bet all, of the cadets
were going to the game anyway.

The cadets would know what to do.  The major had many meetings over the last
six months with the cadets regarding the Sa'arm-the military tactics that had
been used against them, their strengths, and their weaknesses.  We also had
several meetings about concubines and the selection process.  One meeting in
particular stood out:

"Cadet Hallsley, what criteria should a volunteer use in selecting his or her
concubines?"

Poor Hallsley, who had been day dreaming about the blond with big boobs who
sat next to him during Sociology stuttered, "I'd say brains, physical
appearance, leadership, and maybe attitude."

"Cadet Jamison, do you agree with Hallsley?"

Cadet Jamison was a cadet lieutenant in our ROTC program.  She was about five-
foot- seven or so, nice figure, brown hair, smart, and the fourth ranking
cadet in the Navy ROTC program.  Her first name was Karen.

She was extremely loyal to her friends, and helpful to anyone needing it.  Her
weakness was that she was too nice-her lack of aggression when it meant
hurting someone's feelings had caused her problems in the program.  Her heart
ruled her head which, when you're a cadet, is a significant weakness.
Nevertheless, her intelligence, logic, and organizational skills had taken her
far as a cadet.  However, the impersonal CAP testing had hurt her.  She scored
6.3 and could not be a volunteer.

She answered the major, "I think Cadet Hallsley has touched on some important
elements, but might be wrong on some others."

The major glanced at her and said, "Jamison, you're dancing around the
subject."

He turned to me and asked, "Davidson, can you enumerate on what you think
Jamison is trying to tell us?"

With my CAP score rising each year I had given this subject a great deal of
thought.  I replied, "Cadet Hallsley is very correct in one characteristic,
completely wrong in another, and almost completely wrong in the other two,
with one exception."

I paused.

"Take them one at a time, Davidson."

"Yes, Sir.

"Physical appearance is absolutely the wrong characteristic to use when making
a selection.  Augmentation allows the volunteer to physically alter the
concubines to become whatever he or she wants them to be.  It's not relevant
what they look like on Earth.  The use of..."

Hallsey interrupted, "If that's the case why does every extraction usually
involve those trying to be selected stripping, either partially or completely,
and why has the dress code everywhere become almost pornographic if physical
appearance is unimportant?"

I replied, "Two questions there.  For the most part volunteers who force those
who want to be selected to strip usually mean that they don't understand the
implications of augmentation.  They are being stupid and will often end up
with a less than ideal concubine.

"I would agree that some of those forcing people to strip or worse are on a
power trip, but the power trip doesn't accomplish the objective of selecting
the right concubines."

I paused and Karen jumped in.  "But what if the volunteer is making the person
strip or perform oral sex as a way to see if the person will be obedient to
them if they are selected?"

She had blushed violently while speaking.

I answered, "If I have a gun pointing at you, and tell you to strip or I will
kill you, and you believe me, will you strip?"

She blushed again, "Yes, I think I would."

I pressed on, "And once you are naked I told you to blow...to perform oral
sex.  Would you?"

She was quiet for a moment and then softly said, "Yes."

I continued, "Then what would happen if you met the same person on the street
and this time you have friends with you, and he is not armed.  When he tells
you to strip and give him some pleasure.  Would you obey him?"

"Of course not," she answered.

I said, "The point is that an extraction is somewhat similar.  The volunteer
does not have a gun, but he holds the power of giving the person life on
another planet, or death when the Sa'arm attack Earth.  Most people will do
anything to be selected, but I maintain that gives the volunteer little
information on how the person selected will obey once selected.

"Of course, the person selected must obey their volunteer or the consequences
are severe, but that is another subject."

Hallsley, trying to save some face, says, "If that is the case, why are
people, especially women, dressing so that we can see almost everything."

I answered, "Simply because they feel most volunteers will consider that their
physical appearance is a selection criterion if they are involved in an
extraction.

"However, the really intelligent, potential concubines are trying to attract a
volunteer before becoming involved in an extraction, so the concubine is known
to the volunteer if an extraction takes place-they are trying to be pre-
selected."

No one spoke up so I continued, "With one exception, leadership is not a good
selection criterion.  The person selected is in many ways a slave.  A slave is
told what to do.  If a slave has a leadership characteristic, it's not used.
Think about why the word 'drone' has become almost synonymous with
'concubine.' The definition of the word drone is 'a person who does tedious or
menial work.'  Leadership qualities are unnecessary and potentially harmful
for a concubine."

Major Striker spoke up.  "What's the exception?"

I answered, "Some volunteers will have two concubines, others four or more.
The greater the number of concubines, the more important it is to have a
second-in-command when the sponsor isn't present to keep the family unit
operating as efficiently as possible.

"Notwithstanding some tweaks during augmentation, personalities will not
change significantly.  Some of the concubines will be stubborn; some will
slack off, if given the chance; some will be submissive to the others.  I
believe a smart volunteer will select a number one in the family unit to keep
the concubines in order.

"To use a very crude example, it's been shown that dogs who don't know the
pecking order are often fighting.  As soon as their place within the group is
known-no matter where it is-the fighting stops."

The room was quiet.

I continued, "Brains or intelligence is a lesser selection criterion.  Let's
face it, volunteers are going to be fighting the Sa'arm, and trying to get
their concubines pregnant.  Concubines, even if smart, will not get to use
their intelligence except in some limited situations.  If they work at all, it
will be in menial jobs.

"For example, a medic on Earth with a CAP score of less than 6.5 will not be
allowed to use that knowledge in the field-the AI's won't allow it.  The
exception, as I understand it, is that the same medic can be used as a medic,
at times, in their home township.

"So I guess, all things being equal, I'll take brains over lack of brains if I
were selecting, but I would do it carefully."

Cadet Ramsey spoke up.  "Why carefully?"

I answered, "It goes back to Hallsley criterion that in my opinion is
absolutely correct-attitude.  Volunteers have concubines, who are slaves in
blunt terms.  A volunteer can be a harsh master and mistreat his slaves any
way he or she wants to.  What the drone thinks really doesn't matter.

"Other sponsors-many more I hope-will be benevolent slave owners.  They will
want happy concubines, and to get that they not only will treat their
concubines with care or even love, but they have to make sure that they select
drones that have the right attitude.

"You can change physical bodies, but you can't significantly change
personalities.  If the drone was a whiner on Earth, they will be a whiner off
Earth.

"So if I were looking for my concubines right now I would ignore looks,
somewhat ignore leadership and intelligence, and concentrate on attitude-can
you be happy with that personality, will they be part of the family, or
constantly causing disruption within the family.

"I would add one more thought.  Say a male sponsor chooses four females all
aged fourteen, and made them into fantastically beautiful women looking
twenty-one.  I suspect that decision would be a disaster-no matter what they
look like, they are still fourteen years old.  They would have little or no
experience with raising children; their maturity or lack of would be
significant; and when the sponsor was away, the family unit could easily self-
destruct.

"My conclusion is that physical age is a significant criterion to me."

The bell rang ending the class.

Major Striker spoke up.  "That's it for now.  We'll continue to explore this
subject in the coming weeks."

As the class was filing out, Striker said, "Captain Davidson, could I have a
few minutes of your time?"

I stopped, "Yes, Sir."

Once the classroom was empty he said, "It's obvious you've been giving this
subject a lot of thought."

"Yes, Sir.  Ideally, I want my concubines selected prior to extraction and
hope that when it happens, some or my entire pre-packed family is within the
extraction area.  The only downside is that I don't have a reader, so although
I know their CAP scores, I won't know their sub-scores.  I'm willing to take
the risk that I can read them good enough that I don't need to know their sub-
scores."

"Jim," Striker said, "You're going to be a damn good leader.  I hope when the
time comes they give you the job that you deserve.  In the coming weeks I'm
going to really emphasize this subject so other cadets are likewise motivated.

"In addition, we have to spend more time on the after-action reports on
contact with the Sa'arm.  Officers are going to make mistakes, but they
shouldn't be mistakes that were made in the past.

"I'm going to push you hard on tactics, Jim."

I replied, "Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir."

Striker said, "That's all, Jim.  I'll see in our next class."

I hesitated, but the time seemed appropriate.  "Major, I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"Sir, I know that if I were on active duty, I could not date or have a sexual
relationship with a subordinate in my chain of command.

"Does that same rule apply to my position in ROTC?"

Striker looked at me and replied, "Why don't you spill it all out, Jim."

I continued, "I'm looking for my concubines, and I'm about to pick up the pace
on finding the right ones.  I'm very much attracted to Cadet Jamison.  Karen
is a good soldier, but she is also a wonderful person.  Her CAP score is 6.3,
and I think I want her to be the lead concubine in my family unit.  I'm going
to have six, maybe seven selections if they allow an extra, which seems to be
common now.  I want someone I love watching my back, and making sure that
things are working when I'm not there.

"She's intelligent and has good leadership abilities, but she's not aggressive
enough in a military sense.  I'm guessing that's what screwed her on her CAP.
But that's exactly what I want in my number one.

"I want to get closer to her personally to confirm my thoughts.  It might even
lead into a sexual relationship-I want to know her better than any other
person in my life so that I can make the right decision.

"But, she's in my chain-of-command.  In some areas she influences how I grade
other cadets when they work under her.

"I'm not sure what's right."

Striker thought for a moment, then took off his glasses and rubbed his face.
I remained silent as he thought.

Finally he grimaced.  "Jim, if this were before the Sa'arm the answer would be
to leave Jamison alone.  It would be wrong to have a girlfriend in your chain-
of-command.  But that's before the Sa'arm.  Now we're stuck, and you're
running out of time.

"I'd ask you to be discreet.  Outwardly being friends is okay, but if your
relationship becomes serious, make sure it a private relationship.  You
influence a lot of cadets, and a bad example will hurt you and them.

"You've brought up a subject that I hadn't considered.  In the coming weeks
I'm going to continue the theme of picking concubines intelligently, and that
means seeing and finding the right person before extraction surprises you.

"So I'm going to bend-not break-the rules on relationships within the ROTC
ranks.  I have to think about how to explain that to the cadets.

"In any case, you're clear on what you can do.  I hope Karen is everything
that you think she is."

I thanked Striker and left.

The next day I saw Karen entering the student union.  It was not a ROTC class
day so she wasn't in uniform.  I walked up to her and said, "Hi, Karen.  Could
I talk to you for a few minutes?"

She grinned at me and replied, "Of course."

We bought some soft drinks and sat down at a small table.

I hesitated and then said, "What did you think of yesterday's class?"

She answered a little shyly.  "I think that you have studied the Sa'arm,
concubines and extractions more than anybody in the class.  And certainly more
than me, since I'm the pickee, and you're the picker."

I thought, why talk around the subject?

"Karen, I think you're a great person-someone who I would like to know a lot
better.  Before yesterday I couldn't ask you out; now I can.  Striker and I
talked, and he said that he would allow dating among cadets, even within the
chain-of-command.

"Would you consider going out on some dates with me?"

She looked shocked and then blushed.  She stuttered, "I...I would love to go
out on a date with you.  All the female cadets have a crush on you, and I'm
blushing because my crush has been four years long-ever since we met on the
first day of ROTC."

She wasn't dumb.  "Is this related to our class yesterday?"

I answered quickly, "Yes, it is.  But let's not go too fast.  I want to know
you, and I want you to really know me.  If we click, that would be wonderful.
If not, we have time to find others who might be right for me and you."

We talked for two hours until the beginning of our next class.  By mutual
agreement, we skipped the class and kept talking.  By the end of the day, we
knew a lot more about each other.

Two months of dating followed with each date ending with a kiss and a hug.
Each kiss and hug became more sensual, and then one weekend night I took her
to my apartment. We were both nervous, but after the clothes came off and
after many minutes of kissing and petting, I moved down her body until she
opened her legs and my tongue explored her most private parts.  My tongue
played with her and finally teased her clit as she groaned.  I finally took
the clit in my mouth and sucked as she whimpered and then wailed as her body
started its spasms.

When she was done she pulled me up to her and we kissed.  She said, "So that's
what I taste like."

And then, "Thank you."

We started up again and this time she teased my body.  As she kissed my body
down to my cock she impishly grinned at me and whispered.  "This is my first
time."

Without waiting for an answer she took my cock in her mouth and started
licking and sucking it.  Moments later-I was aroused beyond belief-I
frantically said, "I'm coming!"

I filled her mouth with cum.  She swallowed as much as possible and only a
little bit slipped out of her mouth.  I pulled her up and kissed her.  I said
jokingly, "So that's what I taste like."

She giggled and then, so did I.

We hugged each other a while and then she whispered, "I'm horny and wet.  Love
me or fuck me-I don't care."

I rolled her on her back and lifted her legs with my arms so that she was open
to me.  My cock easily slipped into her for the first few inches, and
eventually my cock was entirely in-even being wet, she was very tight.  We
started moving and it became more and more frantic.

"Jim," she wailed, "I'm almost there."

Seconds later she groaned and violently thrust her pelvis into mine.  I
immediately started coming with spurts of cum.  When our orgasms had run their
course, we laid side by side, our bodies covered with perspiration and silly
grins on our face.

Finally, she kissed me and rolled on her side so that I could spoon her.  The
last thing I remember was the wonderful feeling of her body pressing into
mine.  And then, I slept.

The next morning we made love again.  Then we took our first shower together.

Later we went to a small café for breakfast.  We laughed and giggled still in
the emotions of our love making.

Finally I said, "Karen, I love you.  When we get extracted I want you to come
with me.  You'll be number one in the family and be in charge of all my other
concubines.  I trust you completely.

"Will you come with me?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she stammered, "When my score came out 6.3, I
was devastated-I was a failure, and would end up like a slave.  Now I'm happy
with my score, because now I can be your lover and mother of your children.  I
will do anything for you."

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.  "Thank you, Karen.  I really love you.

"The hardest thing that you will have to do for me is share me with the other
women in our family.  Can you watch me make love to others without jealousy?"

She paused and then said, "I think so, and what I think doesn't matter.  There
are rules, and the number one rule is for me to obey you and make you happy.
I will do anything for you-I'm going to be your happy slave and I'm glad."

I squeezed her hand.

"Now," I said, "How are we going to choose the rest of our family?"

Karen was surprised.  "We?"

I grinned, "Of course, 'we.'  I get to choose six and you're the first.  We
have five to go.  I think, as a minimum we need one male, which means four
more females."

Karen timidly asked, "Will I have to have sex with the male?"

"Karen," I replied.  "What happens if I go on a six month deployment?  Can you
go without sex for six months?  If you're not pregnant, will the AI let you go
that long without trying to have a child?  You have to face the fact that you
will be having sex with any male in our family.

"Or maybe not just males," I teased, "Can you enjoy another female?"

She immediately turned red, and I was embarrassed.  What a stupid thing to
say.

"I'm sorry, Karen.  My mouth took over from my brain."

She stared at me and finally said, "You own me now.  I have to tell you that I
played with other girls in high school.  I liked it, but not more than with
the boys."

I was still upset with my lack of sensitivity.  I changed the subject.  "Do
you agree that one male with the rest female is the way to go?"

She answered, "I think one will be enough, but he can't be a leader or
aggressive.  We want a warm person who's a follower, but one who understands
women.  I think I might know someone like that.  He's in my chemistry class.
His name is Gary Wilkins.

"He's always making jokes with the girls, but really doesn't care much about
getting grades-just passing appears to be his goal.  The word is that he's
great in bed-when a girl breaks up with her boyfriend, I've heard he's there
to pick up the pieces.  When she finds another boyfriend, they just part
friends.

"When he was criticized for not being more motivated, he answered, "Why be
motivated when the Sa'arm will be here in a few years, and you have a shitty
CAP of 5.3?"

I said, "That pretty much makes up our criteria.  Let's put him on our list
and talk to him."

I continued, "I've got one girl in mind.  Her name is Peggy Carter, and she's
my lab partner.  She's not very pretty-thin as a rail, glasses, ratty hair,
but that doesn't matter.  She's a little insecure, probably because of her
looks, but once she trusts you she opens up.  She's above average smart and
funny as hell once she relaxes.

"Her CAP is 5.7.

"I once asked her what her goal in life was.  She answered, 'A man who loves
me, 2.5 kids, and a medium size house in the suburbs.  Sounds boring, but
that's what I want.'"

"Anyone else?" asked Karen.

"Yes, there is.  Julie Johnson.  She's in my history seminar.  Again, she is
not very pretty and is a little heavy since she never lost her fat once her
baby girl was born.  She's a couple of years older than us, since she dropped
out for two years when she had her daughter.  I got to know her when she
needed a ride to her day-care center, and then to her apartment.  She opened
up to me.

"She got pregnant when she was dating her first college boyfriend.  As soon as
the boyfriend heard about the kid, he broke up with her.  I think she's a
little bitter about how she was dumped, but you can tell she loves her
daughter.

"She really researched to find the day-care center-nothing but the best for
her baby.  And when I went inside with her, I knew it was a good place.  It
was organized chaos run by a good staff, headed by a woman called Joyce who
has two young, adopted kids.  I was given the grand tour by Julie.

"Since that day she's very comfortable with me, has a good sense of humor, and
tries to find the good side of everything.

"I'm not sure what her CAP score is, but by the way she talks, I'm sure she
isn't a volunteer."

I looked at Karen, "That's the only two I'd consider at this time.  How about
you?  Who else do you think would fit?"

Karen immediately said, "Cadet Jane Waters.  She's a junior and has a great
personality.  She's always laughing and teasing, but she does it in a nice
way.  Jane's a good student and a fair cadet-I think she took ROTC because of
the financial help she'd receive.  She just broke up with her boyfriend, but
doesn't seem to mind.

"She's like me with her CAP-close, but not there.  She's a 6.2.

"I also think we should consider Connie Garcia.  She's an exchange student
from Spain.  She's a very quiet person-maybe shy because her English is only
fair, but she'll do anything for you if she likes you.  I was really doing
lousy in Calc last year, and she spent three nights a week for a month to get
me on track.

"I don't know how aggressive she is sexually, but my guess is that she's a lot
hotter than she appears.

"Since she isn't in any of my classes any more, I haven't seen her in a while,
but I can find her, if you want me to.

"Her CAP is only 5.0."

I said, "That makes six.  I think we should talk with each of them and see if
the chemistry is there.  If not, we'll search for some others."

Over the next two months Karen and I spoke to each of them.  Most of the time,
Karen was with me when I met them.

Jane was the most exuberant.  She knew me from a distance, and was in ROTC so
she knew more about the concubine process.  Within ten minutes she raised her
hand to stop me talking and said, "I'd go with you and Karen in a freaking
second.  What do I have to do?"

"Just be yourself," answered Karen.

Julie's first question was whether she could take her baby.  When I answered
positively, she broke down in tears.  She stammered, "My baby is going to
live."

Gary was very positive.  "I know you're the boss, but getting out of here and
being around five women whose main job is baby making seems like my kind of
deal."

Peggy was shocked.  "Why would you pick a beanpole like me?  There are
thousands of beautiful girls on campus, and you're the big man.  You could
have Karen and five other beauties."

We talked quite a bit with Karen jumping in at the right spots, and Peggy,
still confused, said she would like to be considered.

Connie said, "No."

She would not leave her family.  She would return to Spain at the end of the
year.  She was lonesome and wanted to be with her mother and the twins who
were twelve.  Her step-father had died two years earlier from cancer, and with
her degree she would help with the twins-both financially and otherwise.

Karen and I talked to her for hours, but the answer was still no.  She left us
crying.  I was sad since she opened herself up to us that day, and I liked
what I saw.

Three days late Karen came to the apartment.  "Well, Dad, Connie's mother
changed her mind, and now Connie wants to go with us."

"DAD!  Are you pregnant?"

She giggled, "No, but you're going to be a dad if you agree."

Karen could see I was getting frustrated.  "Jim, it's simple.  Connie will go
with us if she can take the twins."

I sputtered, "But she can't take the twins.  It's against the rules."

Karen laughed, "She isn't taking the twins.  You are-as soon as you adopt
them.  The paperwork will take a month, and Connie's mom will start the
paperwork as soon as we say yes."

"Karen, should we really do this-it's kind of bending the rules a little?"

Karen replied, "Absolutely, we both like Connie and if we can save the twins
with a little rule bending, why not?

I gave up and grumbled, "But they're not going to call me 'Dad.'"

Karen giggled, "How about 'Papa?'"

And then she turned serious as she started taking off my clothes.  She quietly
said, "I know we can't now, but if this goes as we think, I want to have your
children, and they will call you 'Dad.'  For tonight I think we should
practice this baby making business."


The six of us started meeting together to begin to know each other.  We either
went out to a restaurant, or Karen and the others cooked dinner at my
apartment.  Connie and Peggy were shy to begin with, but after getting to know
everyone, they relaxed.

I was happy with our picks.  Karen was everything I ever wanted in a wife and,
without the Sa'arm invasion, I knew she would have been my wife.  The others,
including Gary, were great.  One night Karen made Gary and I slow dance with
each of the women.  We all broke up when Karen told me it was now time for me
to dance with Gary-we both turned red.

The night that we first danced was a celebration.  I was now the father of two
twins-a boy and a girl-who I had never seen.  The boy was named Peter and the
girl Jacquelyn, who was called Jackie.

As we became more comfortable together my biggest fear was that an extraction
would surprise us, and I would be separated from some of my concubines.

The major knew of my fear, and bending his own rules, had resolved the
problem.

After leaving Striker's office I quickly found Karen.

"Listen closely, honey.  We're all going to the basketball game tomorrow."

Karen answered quickly, "But Julie can't because of the baby and Connie hates
basketball."

I didn't answer-I kept looking at her.

The light went on.  "Oh," she said.

I went on, "I'll talk to Julie and Connie.  You talk to the others without
telling them what is going to happen.  We'll meet at the apartment an hour
before the game and be in the auditorium forty-five minutes before the start.
I don't care where we sit, but we sit together."

Connie was easy.  "I know you hate basketball, but as a favor to me, I want
you with us at the game tomorrow."

She stared at me.

"For me, Connie."

She nodded her acceptance.

I kissed her gently for the first time, and that kiss turned into an intense
one with her clinging to me, pulling my body into hers so that her breasts
crushed into my chest.

"Thank you," she whispered tearfully.

Julie was more difficult.  "Jim, I have to take care of my baby.  Day-care
closes at five."

I asked, "Do you think Joyce would watch Beth at her home if we dropped her
off before the game.  I'll pay her whatever she wants."

Julie replied, "I don't know.  I could ask her.  But it is such an imposition
to..."

"For us, Julie."

I saw understanding followed by fear in our eyes and then, "I'll work it out."

Another first time kiss to a member of my family.  This kiss was softer and
more tentative than Connie's, but I guessed it was her first kiss since her
boyfriend had dumped her once she became pregnant.

The following day went quickly.  I drove Julie and Beth to Joyce's house-along
with a dozen roses-and we dropped Beth off.  Joyce was in a good mood,
especially after seeing the roses and said, "I'll be watching the game on
local television.  Have a good time and, I hope we win."

When Julie and I reached the apartment, everyone was there.  We quickly walked
to the auditorium.  The cheap seats for the students are first come.  We found
seven seats together at the end of the court close to the floor, but the
location was terrible for watching the game.  I didn't care.

The basketball auditorium filled up.  The teams performed their pre-game drill
and went to their dressing rooms.  Five minutes before the game started both
teams game out for the pre-game player introductions.  As the announcer said,
"And starting at center, for..."

The windows turned opaque and suddenly forty Marines appeared on the
basketball court.

At the center of the court a single Marine officer stood by himself.  He said
through the PA system, "Please remain in your seats.  With so many people
here, you must follow my instructions exactly.  I'm Major Pearson of the
Confederacy, and this is an extraction."

A student painted in the colors of our school raced on the court screaming
some gibberish.  After three steps we heard a hum, and he dropped to the
floor.  He wasn't moving.

Major Pearson spoke again.  "Listen folks.  This is going to be rough enough.
Anyone who disrupts us will be on the floor like this idiot.  He'll wake up in
about two hours; the headache will last for five hours.  It's not fun.

"To repeat the obvious, this is an extraction.  Any person with a CAP score of
less than 6.5 and who does not want to be selected as a concubine should wait
for instructions, and when given, leave the auditorium.  Also, any children
under fourteen who are not with either their mother or father should leave the
auditorium.  Any parent who leaves the auditorium should take any of their
children under fourteen with them.  Any child fourteen or older must decide
for themselves whether to stay or leave.  Parents with children over fourteen
cannot force their children to do what they want-a fourteen-year-old child is
an adult.

"For those who are not going to be extracted, you will be directed to the
swimming arena.  The path to the swimming arena as well as the arena itself is
under a force field-no one can enter or leave the arena.  Once you leave this
auditorium you will not be allowed back.  When the extraction is completed,
you can leave or return to this auditorium.

"Okay, for you folks on the west side, if you do not wish to be considered for
extraction, or are under fourteen without a parent present, stand up and
slowly walk down the stairs and follow the solder who is standing by the main
exit door.  Do not push.  We have time to do this so no one else gets hurt."

People started standing up and walking down to the floor.  Three people
started yelling-urging people to leave the auditorium.  They were stunned and
joined the other unconscious person on the basketball court.

The major repeated the instructions three more times.  When he was through, I
guessed that twenty percent of the people had left the basketball arena.

The major spoke again, "There are 2005 volunteers in the auditorium.  They
have, on average, the right to choose 3.6 concubines or roughly 7000 of you
with a CAP score of less than 6.5.  There are roughly 26,000 of you with CAP
scores lower than 6.5, so a little more than one out of four of you will be
chosen."

He turned to look at our section of the auditorium and said, "Will volunteers
in this section please come to the floor with your CAP cards.  We will verify
them, and then you will return to your section and begin selecting.  You can
only select concubines from your section.  However, if you have pre-selected a
person sitting elsewhere, that person should raise their hand.  When
recognized by one of the Marines, they may join you.

"Volunteers, please come to the floor now."

Because of where I was sitting and knowing the cluster that was about to
begin, I walked up to the major and quickly said, "Sir, my CAP is 8.3, and I
have chosen all of my concubines, and they are with me."

His eyes glazed over-obviously he was talking to his AI.  You are the Navy
ROTC Captain of Cadets Jim Davidson?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You have your concubines?"

"Yes, Sir."

The major grinned, "Never volunteer, Jim.  Here's what I want you to do.  I'm
declaring you a temporary Lieutenant in the Confederacy.  I want you to
immediately transport you and your concubines to the Odyssey.  Once there,
find a spot for your concubines to sit in Collection Area A. Tell them to stay
together.  You'll then return to the transport room and help with extraction.
People coming up will be scared, bruised, and many of them will be naked, and
we're understaffed for an extraction this big.  Make yourself useful.

"The routine is simple.  Get the sponsor and his concubines to the collection
area.  See if there is immediate medical attention needed. And then tell them
to find a spot in the hall and stay there.

"When the hall starts filling up, have the AI assign them a pod.  Once in the
pod they cannot leave it until we let them, but there's no need to tell them
that.

"We'll go pod by pod to find out pickup instructions for the children that are
allowed to go with them.  Better mention that before they go into the pod so
they don't panic.

"Then come back to the transport room and continue.  We are stretched on this
one.  Most of my good men are down here.  You are in charge of the forward
transport room.  Don't fuck it up."

I replied, "Thank you, Sir"

The major yelled over to a soldier, "Gunny, transport Lieutenant Davidson and
his concubines up to the Odyssey's forward transport room immediately"

While we had talked the earlier volunteers had been checked out and returned
to our seating section.  Women in the stands were already furiously stripping.

I looked at Karen and gave the military signal to gather on me.  The six of
them quickly came to me.  I said, "We're going up first."

The gunny activated the transport nexus and a shimmering circle appeared on
the floor.  He said, "Just walk into the circle."

I turned to Karen.  "You go last.  Make sure everyone goes."

She nodded.

I turned and walked into the circle.  I was in the transport room, and quickly
walked forward.

Four soldiers were in the room.  I said, "I'm acting Lieutenant Davidson.
I'll be helping here.  My concubines are right behind me.  As soon as they're
all here, could one of you show me how to get to Collection area A?"

Karen spoke behind me, "We're here, Jim."

One of the Marines said, "Just follow the yellow line-it will lead you to the
collection area.

We quickly found a very large hall with tables and chairs, along with open
areas.  I told Karen what was going on.  She would be in the first group that
was assigned a pod.  I said, "Karen, this is going to take a real long time.
When you get to the pod, have everyone relax."

I returned to the transport room and reintroduced myself to the four Marines.
I grinned, "I may be the acting officer, but you are the ones who know this
shit.  Just do your job."

Minutes later a young man appeared followed by two naked women.  You could
tell they were, or had been, very pretty with great figures.  Cum was coming
down the leg of one, while I spotted blood on the leg of the other.

The man snarled at one, "Quit complaining, bitch.  I did select you and saved
your life."

She whined, "But nobody did my ass before.  It really hurt, and I'm still
bleeding."

One of the soldiers said, "Call a walking medical for the bleeder.  When
fixed, have her join the other two in the hall.

He turned to the man and said, "Take the one not bleeding to the collection
hall-just follow the yellow line, and sit down together.  Don't explore.  Once
we fix up your bleeder, she'll join you.

Looking at the hurting drone he said, "You, follow the red line and go into
the first door that is open.  They'll fix you up and give you something for
the pain.  Then follow the red line back here, and follow the yellow line to
the hall.  Find your sponsor and stay with him."

He turned his back on the bleeder getting ready for the next transport.

The bleeder just stood there.  I touched her arm and said, "There's the red
line.  Follow it to an open door."

As she walked to the red line I thought that I'd just seen the first volunteer
who screwed up, and the first concubines that probably wished they had skipped
the show.

They kept coming for hours.  The arrivals were paced, and I learned that there
were two ships involved with both fore and aft, so there were four transport
rooms receiving two thousand volunteers and their concubines.

About twenty-five percent of my cadets came through my transport room.  Most
arrived happy and in good shape; Hallsley arrived extremely happy with two
basketball cheerleaders on his arms-both topless.  Some people never get it.

The number of medicals was less than I expected, although one emergency
happened when an asthma sufferer went into convulsions.  Fortunately, the
medical help made it in time, and the victim immediately went to the med
chamber to receive a temporary fix.  The permanent fix would take place during
regular augmentation.

I've never seen so many naked breasts in my life.  After the first few
hundred, I barely noticed them.

When I last checked the hall in preparation for moving them into pods, I
noticed many involved in oral sex, and some just fucking away.  If pushed to
make a guess, I would say that fifty percent of the volunteers optimized the
selection of their concubines, which meant that fifty percent didn't.  It
seemed a terribly inefficient way to fight the Sa'arm, and colonize the
galaxy.

Six hours into the extraction we were done; the NCAA would have a bit of a
delay on which team would be in the tournament. I was later told that all of
the cheerleaders on both teams were taken as drones, but none of the
basketball players on either team were volunteers, or were selected.

Major Pearson finally appeared.  "Close transport," he ordered.

He appeared beat up, but happy.  He looked at us and said, "No casualties
among the troops, no volunteers killed, minor medical problems-not too shabby
for a pick up this size.  Well done."

He looked at me and smiled, "Good job, Lieutenant.  The AI said you performed
well, and that volunteers and concubines seemed to follow your lead.  That's a
big compliment.

"Follow me to the collection area."

When we arrived he immediately told the AI to open communication to all pods
that held new arrivals.  He started speaking.  "Welcome aboard the Odyssey.
It's been a long day, and we're not done yet.  If you explore your pod you
will find adequate food for the time being.

"However, right now we must go through a brief entry orientation.  You
volunteers will be called by the AI when it is your turn.  You and you alone
should return to the hall.  You're to bring your CAP card along with the CAP
cards of your concubines.  Next, you need to double check and tell us if you
or any in your family needs immediate medical attention-we don't want to lose
anyone now.  Finally, bring the necessary information for any pickups we need
to make.  Remember volunteers, whether to take a pickup is your choice alone
to make.

"Once you have the information wait for the AI to call you.  Once you have the
CAP cards and information, your concubines should eat and try to get some
sleep.  Nothing else will happen tonight and only volunteers will be permitted
to exit the pod and even then only once to come to the hall.

"When you come to the hall, go to any empty table that has a soldier sitting
there.  He and the AI will take your information.  When you are done, return
to your pod for the night.

"That is all."

He turned to me and said, "You did a good job.  Go to your pod and get the CAP
cards and information.  When ready, tell your AI you want to return to the
hall."

I got the pod location from the AI.  It was very close to the hall.  When I
entered the pod I was surrounded with happy people-hugs from all, and a
handshake from Gary.

They had listened to the major, and Karen already had all the CAP cards.  She
confirmed that everyone was healthy, and she had the pick up information for
Julie's Beth, and my twins.  She also had the legal adoption papers-the AI
could confirm the adoption, but she thought bringing the original papers would
be smart.

Julie asked, "Will Beth be picked up tonight?"

I answered, "I don't know, but Joyce will know there was an extraction, and
she should figure out that you are here."

I told the AI that I was ready and was told to proceed to the hall.

About twenty tables were manned by soldiers.  My estimation of the major went
up even more-he was manning one of the tables.  I went to him.

He greeted me with, "Hi, Lieutenant.  Have a seat."

I said, "Major, here are the seven CAP cards, and neither me nor any of my
concubines are in need of special medical assistance at this time.

"I have two pickups.  The first is a little girl in the university town where
the extraction took place.  The second are my twins in Barcelona, Spain.
I..."

"Lieutenant," the major interrupted, "How in the hell can you have twins in
Spain."

I replied with a straight face, "They're adopted.  Here are the papers."

He read the papers and then his face went slack-obviously listening to the AI.

Finally he looked back at me and asked, "Do you make it a habit of bending the
rules?  As a wild guess, could the twins be related to one of your drones?"

I replied, "Sir, I don't think of it as bending the rules, but rather knowing
the rules and making the correct decision for the maximum benefit."

He grunted, "We'll make the pickup in Spain tomorrow.  There's no hurry.

"What about the other pickup; is there a time problem?"

"A minor one, major.  The kid is at the home of the head of a day-care center,
and we were supposed to pick her up tonight.  I'm sure she's figured out that
the parent was extracted, but she doesn't know that for sure."

The major thought for a second and said, "We are surplus men right now.  Most
of the pickups will start tomorrow.  I'll send a team right away."

I knew this could really screw the pooch, but I wanted to try.

I asked, "Major, our research in ROTC came up with the fact that volunteers
are usually allowed one more than strictly called for in their CAP score.  I
think you call that a supernumerary.  Is that true?"

He replied, "Why do you want to know?"

I gave a sheepish grin and said, "I thought out my concubine selection fairly
well, and assumed that at least one of my crowd would have strong maternal
instincts.  But I now find myself with three kids-two of them almost
teenagers-and all of my concubines are around my age.  I need a mom.  The head
of the day-care center is older and has two young kids that she adopted; she's
a perfect mom."

The major stared at me.  Finally he asked, "Are you bending the rules again?"

"Sir," I replied, "It depends what the rules are."

His face went slack once more.  Moments later he said, "Your information is
correct.  You are allowed one extra in your family, but only one.  Any more
would produce dire results."

He stared at me and then laughed, "You got balls, Lieutenant.  I like that.  I
hope you serve under me-I need officers like you.

"Gunny Fogarty will be here shortly.  You'll go with him for the kid's pickup,
and, if you wish, you can try to get your 'super- mom.'  Good luck."

Fogarty showed up and the major briefed him.  We went to the transport room
and I found myself at a CAP testing station two blocks from Joyce's house.
The house was dark.

We went up to the front door and rang the doorbell.  A light went on inside
the house, and then the door opened.  Joyce was wearing a light robe.

"Hi, Joyce."

She asked, "Julie was picked up?"

I grinned and said, "Yes, she is with me, and we're here to pick up Beth."

Joyce said, "I'm so happy for her and Beth.  She's going to escape this
terrible tragedy.  I'll get her."

As she turned to get Beth, I said, "Wait Joyce.  I want to talk to you first."

She looked at me puzzled as I took her over to the couch and we sat down.

I said, "Joyce, my CAP score is 8.3.  I have six concubines and Beth, plus
twins who are twelve years old.  I'm allowed one more concubine-don't ask how
that happened.  Every member of my family is between nineteen and twenty-two.
Kids are going to be popping out all over, and I need a mom-a 'super-mom' that
can help my concubines raise their kids right. I want you.

"And by 'you' I mean someone to help raise the children, but also someone who
will have kids-my kids.

"You have to decide right now.  You can bring your children with you, but
there is no time.  Will you become part of my family?"

She stared at me; her brain was going through an overload of information.

She stammered, "But I'm so much older than you, and my body is horrible,
and..."

I interrupted, "Joyce, your body will become what we want it to be.  I want
you older than the rest of us-we don't know how to bring up the kids.  And how
do I handle two twelve year olds whose hormones are going to be screaming?  I
need you.

"Your kids will live.  If they stay here, they will die."

The last thing I said won her over.  She said, "Yes, I'll go with you. When do
we do this?"

"Right now," I replied.

She stammered, "But the day-care center, my house, my kids."

"Joyce," I said, "Call your assistant at the center and tell her she is now
the boss.  Call any one you like and tell them anything in your house,
including the house is theirs, and then go upstairs and get Beth and your two
kids-don't pack anything."

Five minutes later she came down with the three kids-Julie's Beth, a three
year old black boy named John, and a two year old Asian girl named Lilly.  We
transported back to the ship.  The AI informed me that we acquired a second
pod because of the size of my family.  I told Joyce to get the kids to bed,
and we would talk in the morning.

I wandered around the pod until I found Karen.  I stripped and slipped into
bed spooning her naked body.  Within seconds I was asleep-what a day.

I woke up alone in the bed.  I walked into the kitchen area to find everyone
there.  Karen came up to me and said, "We all met Joyce and her kids.  The AI
said the twins will be here shortly, and you're still the only one that is
allowed out of our pod...or two pods now that we are a bigger family.

"The AI told us that these will be the pods we will live in, and that we can
configure them to suit our needs once we reach our new home.  For now we have
to make do with what we have.  What do you want?"

I grinned, "Right now I want someone to figure out the bedroom assignments.
We have eight older people and five kids including two almost teenagers.  I
refuse to get involved in something that complex.  Gary and I will agree to
anything the rest of you agree to-work it out, Karen."

Later that day Karen presented the plan.  There were three bedrooms to a pod.
I would have one and would share it with Karen.  Gary would have another and
share it with Connie's brother Peter.  Julie and her daughter Beth would have
the third.  Joyce and her two kids would have the fourth.  Jane and Peggy
would share the fifth, and Connie and her sister Jackie would have the sixth.

Karen had also turned an office room into a seventh bedroom.

I asked, "What for."

She blushed, "Well if Gary wants to have sex with one of the others, Peter
would need a place to sleep.  And the same if you wanted privacy with one of
the others, I would need a place that night."

I teased, "You mean you won't stay around to watch, or even participate in the
fun?"

Now she was really red and stammered, "Well not the first time you bed each of
your concubines."

Then she stared at me and continued, "After the first time, well, we'll see."

Later the next day Gunny Fogarty brought the twins to our pod.  It was very
emotional as Connie and the twins were crying and hugging.  They both looked
like good kids.  Their English was a little rough, but time would take care of
that.  Connie was overjoyed that the twins were finally here.

Five days went by as additional extractions took place.  Similar to our
extraction, I helped in the forward receiving transport room.  I was somewhat
depressed-how could so many intelligent volunteers make so many absolutely
stupid selections?

On the other hand, my concubines were my joy.  Karen had done wonders;
everyone was now wearing shifts, the pods were organized, cleaning and cooking
assignments were spelled out, and Joyce had fun with the kids, and kept them
occupied.

It was pretty obvious that Joyce, Peggy, and Julie would be focused on the
kids-both their behavior and their education.  Connie and Jane were close, and
I expected that closeness included the bedroom.

Everyone in the family seemed happy.  No matter how depressed I was from
helping with the extractions, when I entered the pod my depression
disappeared.

The twins were a delight.  Within a day Jackie was hugging me and calling me
'Dad,' which drove Karen into fits of laughing.  Peter kept volunteering to
help me-a little hero worship maybe.

Finally, we were full and started our journey to the Solarian system on our
way to Solaris Three, which was called Solo.  The two ships were to be the
beginning of the third township on Solo where military training would take
place to prepare for the Sa'arm attack.  Since ROTC only had summer training
camps, my real military training would begin at Solo at what was called
Officer's Basic Course.

The journey to Solo would take four weeks.  During that time augmentation
would take place.  It was almost automatic that I would have the full military
package-two plus meters, perfect eyesight, hearing, etc.  And a full size cock
to complete the package.

Karen brought me down to Earth.  "Jim, she said, "You have to decide what we
look like.  You're the boss."

I asked, "What should I do."

Karen grinned, "Okay, let's start with me.  Do you want double D tits, a potty
mouth, and a tight vagina."

I stammered, "Shit no, I just want you.  And I hate big tits-B to C-and I lean
towards B."

Karen was laughing at me.  She giggled, "You have to talk to each of your
concubines and reach a compromise-what you like versus what they want."

"Okay, all knowing one, what do you want?"

Karen quickly said, "I want the normal fixes for eyes, ears, teeth, and
whatever.  What I really want is to be four inches shorter than you and at
least two inches taller than any female in your family.  I want long, slim
legs, B boobs, and a vagina that's tight no matter how many times you come
into me.  I want you to tweak my libido so that I go wild when you're making
love to me.  And I want to feel no embarrassment if I make love to another
female. Oh, and except for my head, I don't want hair anywhere on my body."

I was stunned.  I stammered, "You really thought that out."

She impishly grinned back, "That's what you taught me."

I smiled and said, "Since you did think it out, I want you to talk to each
female and tell them what I like and what you are going to do for yourself.
Then I will talk to each of them.  And I'll talk to Gary."

The next night I talked to Peggy.  I started, "We're about to start
augmentation.  What do you want?"

She immediately said, "I want tits-as big as you'll let me.  I want clear skin
with no pock marks.  I don't care about my hair or anything else, other than
no hair except on my head.  I want whatever it takes to want you to fuck me
when it's my turn.  I just want to be loved."

Connie was next.  I was frustrated.  She said, "You chose me, and then got the
twins out.  Whatever you want, I don't care.  Make me into your dream, but it
doesn't matter.  I love you and want your children."

I met with Karen and explained the situation.  I ordered, "Talk to her again
and force her to make some decisions.  I can't handle this."

Julie was easy.  "Make me tall, B boobs, a nice butt, and that's it.  Oh, I
want to make babies with you."

Gary was easy too.  "Make me the same size as Karen.  I want a big cock that
will fit in any of the females, and no hair anywhere.  Call me, Mr. Clean."

I met with Joyce.  I started first, "I want you physically older than the rest
of us-maybe twenty-five or so.  I want you to tell me what your body should
look like, but your boobs can't be bigger than a C and don't worry if B is
your choice.  I'm going to make you pregnant, so I want you to enjoy sex.

"Okay, it's your turn."

She grinned at me.  "B tits, two inches shorter than Karen, blue eyes and the
blondest hair that augmentation will make."

Jane was next.  She giggled and said, "Basic package, two inches shorter than
Karen, the biggest boobs that you'll let me have, and an ass that will get
your attention.  Oh, and no hair except heart-shaped pussy hair above my
vagina.

Connie was last.  She had been talking to Karen.  We talked and finally she
said, "I'm embarrassed, but I want B breasts, three inches shorter than Karen,
and slim.  You saved my twins.  Whatever you want, I will do it willingly."

She started crying.

I picked her up and carried her to my pod.  Karen met us and she knew what was
going on.  We undressed Connie and ourselves and got into the bed.  We hugged
each other and went to sleep-the sex would come later.

Augmentation started the next day.  In addition to what each of them wanted, I
tweaked their libido to the high end.  I wanted Gary and me to be kept busy.
I also instructed the augmentation parameters to suppress any sexual desires
of each until all of us had our new bodies, and also birth control until we
reached out new home.

All of us except Joyce went into the augmentation chambers on the same day.
Most were in there two days, I was there for three.  We all had the universal
translator implanted, while I also had a sub-vocal implant so that I could
talk and hear the AI without others hearing.

As soon as my concubines came out, Joyce went in for her augmentation.

It was a bitch.  Even with the pain pills, I was really hurting for the next
two weeks.  There was no need to suppress sexual desire during that time-sex
was the last thing I wanted as my body tried to calm all the nanites charging
through my body.

Two weeks of pain later all of us were through with the procedure, and the
after-effects of augmentation.

Everyone looked fantastic.  Picture perfect bodies-I was hard as a rock.

I told Karen, "Call a meeting tonight after all the kids are asleep.  I'm
going to ask you to do something that will embarrass you...please do it."

She nodded that she understood.

When everyone was in the same room, I said, "We all have our new bodies; we
are family. Karen, take off your shift and get naked."

I loved her for it.  She stood up and pulled her shift over her head and stood
naked before us.

After a minute of silence, I said, "Okay, the rest of you strip."

When they did, I stood up and removed my uniform I was erect, as was Gary.

After we all checked each other out and complimented everyone how well they
turned out-including Gary's big cock-I said, "Ladies, meet with Karen tomorrow
and set up a schedule for the first week.  I want sex with each of you first.
Whoever is in my bed tomorrow night should be in Gary's bed the next night.

"After we complete the first cycle, it will be random.  I'll take who I want,
and hopefully we'll all keep each other happy.

"During the first week, I want us naked in the pod.  We have to get used to
the fact that we'll have little privacy among us.  Connie, talk to the twins
and tell them what's going on.  It's their choice whether to wear their shifts
or go naked with us.  In either case, the kids can only be naked in the pods.
Outside the pods, they must wear their shifts.

"We don't have a lot of privacy here, so this is the rule.  If the door is
closed while two people are having sex, leave them alone.  If the door is
open, it's an invitation to join in.

"If one of the twins walks in when the door's open, they can watch, but
absolutely can't join in-even if it's only oral.  The Darjee are very specific
on that subject, so don't get me in trouble.

"I'm looking forward to making love with each of you."

I slept with all of them over the next six days.  Jane was by far the wildest-
we fucked in every position I knew of, and then started over again.  Her
screaming was heard throughout both pods.  When I thought we were finally
through for the night she got on her knees with her head resting on the bed
and her ass sticking up.  She said, "Please fuck my ass, Jim."

It was a first for me, but with the help of the lubricant and constant urging
by Jane, I finally was completely in her ass and pumping her.  She started
playing with herself as I moved faster and faster, and when I spurted into her
she also came violently.

After I cleaned up I joined Jane again on the bed.  She giggled and said, "I
hope you liked fucking my ass because once I tell Karen how great a butt
fucker you are, I bet she's going to want to do it too."

The next morning Karen teased me about how tired I looked.

Joyce was the shyest, but after thirty minutes of intense foreplay, we got
into it and she had a fantastic orgasm.  The rest were between those extremes,
but it was obvious after tweaking up their sexual urgings, all of them were
ready for sex whenever Gary or I were available.

The second time I took Jane to bed, Karen stayed.  They teased me by going
down on each other before they would let me get close to them.  When we were
through, each of us was exhausted but sated.

Gary and Connie left the door open one day and to their surprise and
embarrassment, the twins walked in naked.

After the shock wore off, Gary got hard again and continued with Connie.
Joyce had already talked to the twins, and they knew they couldn't join in.
Both of them watched in fascination as they saw their older sister come
violently-perhaps even more than normal because of the presence of the twins.

Connie told me later that both twins got aroused watching and ended up
masturbating in front of her and Gary.

It was a sexual revolution that the Sa'arm had caused.  I couldn't change it,
so I didn't fight it.

A few days later Karen asked to talk to me.

When we were along I said, "What's up?"

"Clothes," she answered.

"Clothes?" I asked surprised.

Karen grimaced and replied, "Jim, these shifts are horrible.  We don't need to
wear them to remind us that we belong to you.  The women in your family want
to look beautiful for you, and these shifts do the opposite."

I almost laughed, but fortunately caught myself when I realized that Karen was
very serious about the subject.

"Do you have a suggestion?" I asked.

She grinned in relief and replied, "I have an idea and, if you allow me to
have the replicator make a sample, I'll model it for you tomorrow."

I said aloud, "AI, Karen can use the replicator to make clothes."

"Noted."

I looked back at Karen and grinned as I said, "Whatever you make up, I want to
see plenty of leg-that's why I like the shifts so much-they show legs up to
your butt."

She grinned back, "You'll see legs."

The next day I waited in my office for Karen.  She came in and stood in front
of me.
She was wearing shorts that barely made it one-third down her thigh.  She
explained the shorts had a built in satin-type panty, so when you pulled down
the shorts, there was nothing but skin.

She was wearing a v-necked T-shirt that, while not skin tight, did nothing to
hide her figure.  She wasn't wearing a bra, but said the females with bigger
breasts, and those pregnant would probably want to wear one.  The shoes were
more like form fitting, light slippers that didn't require socks.

She turned around to show me the back, and the shorts emphasized her nicely-
shaped ass.

I was hard even before she turned around.

She turned around and looked at me expectantly.  "Well?" she asked.

I tried to look serious, but couldn't as I grinned and said, "I love it.  Do
the others like it, too?"

Karen excitedly said, "They really like it.  Gary's shirt wouldn't be a v-
neck, but all the females would be-enough to show you a lot of skin.  You
could choose what colors we would wear, or, if you're smart, you'll let each
of your slaves choose their own colors."

Clothes seemed like a small thing to me, since I was in uniform most of the
time, but this was obviously a big thing for my family.

I had a thought and asked, "Are these clothes just for our pod, or do you want
to wear them outside, too?"

Karen was ready for the question and answered, "We want to look beautiful for
you both inside and outside the pod."

She waited for my answer.  I glanced at the ceiling and said aloud, "AI, all
my concubines are permitted to wear these clothes both inside and outside the
pod.  They are permitted to use the replicator to make these clothes in colors
of their choice."

The AI replied, "Noted."

Karen then demonstrated for me how quickly she could go from clothed to naked
and proceeded to show me her appreciation.

Two days later I decided we would eat dinner in the mess hall.  My concubines
were all wearing their new clothes-each in a different color.  Of course the
twins were dressed the same way, Joyce's John and Lilly were likewise wearing
their new clothes, and even Julie's Beth was strutting in her new outfit.

It caused quite a stir that night.  Over the next week more than half of the
families had adopted the new uniform.  Over that same week each of my
concubines took me to bed to show their appreciation.

I had made the right decision, but I knew the credit went to Karen.  My family
was happy and so was I.


Chapter 2:  First Assignment

The AI told me that Major Pearson wanted to see me.

I went to his pod, and he took me into his office.  I liked Pearson. He was a
lot like Striker-professional and solid.  During the trip we had had many
conversations.  He was going to be setting up the training on Tangent, which
was the third military training township on Solo, the third planet in the
Solarian system.  He already had orders cut that I would be under his command-
probably in charge of a squad of forty-five Marines or so, once I finished the
Officers Basic Course.  Other than ROTC summer camps I didn't know very much,
but Pearson told me not to worry.  That's why it's called training.

I liked and respected him.  He generally was in a good mood and only pulled
rank when someone was fucking up.  Today he wasn't happy-he looked really
pissed.

"Lieutenant," he said formally, "your orders have been changed.  When the ship
reaches Solo, and we transport down, you're staying.  The ship will take on a
couple of brigades of newly trained troops and head out.  The first stop is
Logis 21.  You'll get off, and then the ship will continue on.

"Logis 21 is a major military depot.  We are fighting a war in two systems,
and Logis 21 is perfectly positioned to take in supplies from the Darjee
freighters and then supply both fronts.

"Your orders are to take over command of Logis 21.  You will be replacing a
captain.  Upon reaching Logis 21 you will assume the temporary rank of
captain."

"Why me?" I interrupted.

He grimaced, "I don't have a fucking clue.  Some AI must have let rust in its
circuits.  You are not qualified to assume command of a depot.  I fought this
for the last week, but your orders can't be changed."

"Jim," he continued, "You're going to be in harm's way.  If there is a break
in either of the two fronts, the Sa'arm will be all over you.  Logis 21 would
be as important to the Sa'arm as it is to us.

"And further, Logis 21 is a shit place.  It's a small planet eighty percent
covered with polluted water, and where there is land, it is mountainous.
There is no vegetation.  There is some atmosphere, but you still have to have
an assisted breather strapped on.  The living pods are under a pressure dome,
but the warehouse areas are not."

Suddenly, my mood was as bad as Pearson's.

"Major, when we reach Solo will I have time to off load my pods and get my
family settled?"

He winced at me.

"That's a problem.  Logis 21 is a permanent change of station.  Your choice is
to take your concubines with you, or release them to the Tangent Civil
Service.  They will give deficit volunteers first choice for your concubines,
and the rest will work for the Civil Service until they become pregnant, or
they get picked up by other volunteers."

I was pissed.  "You mean they break up my family, and if volunteers don't
choose them, they work in a Civil Service whore house?"

Pearson answered sarcastically, "They call them 'relief houses.'"

"This really sucks, major."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes.

I asked, "Is there anything else I should know?"

He answered, "The table of organization has this command at eighty volunteers
with their concubines.  Twenty-five of them are Marine combat military, fifty
are Marine supply specialists including repair and maintenance, and five of
them are back office.  The AI keeps everything organized, but the huge amount
of arms and equipment moving in and out keeps everyone busy.

"The captain you are relieving has chosen to take fifteen of his combat
military with him.  I have been tasked with providing fifteen Marines to go
with you.  I'm not happy with that part of this deal either.

"We arrive at Solo in four days.  Let me know your decision on your concubines
before we arrive.  Feel free to talk to the troops that you know, and see if
any of them will volunteer to go with you.  Otherwise, I will assign them to
you."

"Including Fogarty?" I asked.

He winced again.  "That's the best gunny on the ship...yes, including
Fogarty."

I pushed, "If Fogarty agrees, can I make him First Sergeant."

Pearson gave me a tight grin, "You really push, Davidson.  Yes, you can
promote him to First Sergeant if he's dumb enough to go with you."

We talked some more and then I left.  When I walked into our pod, Karen
greeted me with a huge smile, which quickly disappeared when she saw my face.

"Karen, we need to talk.  Let's walk."

I was barely halfway through the story when she grabbed my arm and said, "I'm
going with you.  Don't for a second think you're going to leave me on Solo.  I
don't want to be owned by another volunteer, and no way am I going to be a
damn whore."

I pulled her to me and hugged her.  I could feel her heart beating underneath
the thin shirt that she was wearing.  "And what should we do about the
others?" I asked.

Karen replied, "After the kids go to bed tonight, you should take a walk.
I'll explain the situation.  When they understand it, I'll get the AI to tell
you to come back and answer their questions."

When I came back that night, they were all grinning-there were no questions-
the family would not be broken up because some fucked up AI made a stupid
decision.

The next day I had almost completed my exercise cycle in the gym when I heard,
"Lieutenant, I need to talk to you."

It was Fogarty.  He went right to it.

"I hate these big command training centers.  They suck with way too many
officers with too little to do other than to get in the way.  I want to go
with you."

I asked, "How did you find out?"

He just smiled at me-it had to be the major.

I was relieved-almost happy.

"First Sergeant Fogarty-yep, you're promoted-we need fourteen more good troops
to go with us.  You pick them.  After you pick them, I'll address them, but
obviously, steal every good Marine on this ship.  Fuck Solo training."

Three days later I met Fogarty's fourteen.  I had already checked their
records through the AI, and I'm sure Pearson wasn't a happy major right now.
These were damn good Marines.

My speech was very short.  "My name is acting Lieutenant Davidson.  When we
reach Logis 21, I will be acting Captain Davidson.  I have checked each of
you, and can confidently say that there isn't one of you that's not a better
soldier than me-I got the rank, but not the knowledge.

"So I know that I don't know.  I know that I need First Sergeant Fogarty and
you to watch so that I don't fuck up.  You suggest, and I'll listen.  I kind
of like my concubines.  I don't want them hacked up by the Sa'arm because I
was too proud not to take the 'suggestions' of you Marines.

"That's all I have to say.  If I kept talking you would go from hearing what I
think to just hearing bullshit.

"Top, thank you for your help in finding these Marines.  If you need to talk
to the men, it's your turn.  When you're done, dismiss them.

Fogarty gave me a brief, approving nod, and bellowed, "Yes, Sir."

We reached Solo and discharged almost everyone except the fifteen Marines and
me.  Two days later both brigades were on board and we left.

A month later we reached Logis 21.  When we transported down, I thought that
Pearson was absolutely right-this was one ugly planet.  It was a lot of water
and then bare rocks.  The depot was in a flat valley almost twenty miles
square with water on one side and big hills or small, ragged mountains on the
other three sides.

My first impression of the depot itself was less than ideal-it was messy.
Rusted machinery cluttered the area, and fragments of shipping material were
scattered on the ground.  Inside the command pod-actually a cluster of six
pods attached-it wasn't much better.  The floor was dirty, and dust hid in
places everywhere.

I was here because I had been summoned by the captain- in-command.  His name
was Walker.

I walked into his outer office and was greeted shyly by a woman there.  She
had huge breasts and dirty blond hair.

She immediately went to the inner door, knocked, and walked in.  Seconds later
she came out and softly said, "The captain will see you now."

I walked in and my blood turned cold-I saw a slob in uniform.  His body was
obviously fit, but the uniform was wrinkled, two buttons were open, and he was
slouching in his chair.  He took a cigar out of his mouth and said, "Hey,
Captain, sit your ass down, and we'll talk about this wonderful place that I'm
about to leave.

"I've been here a year-it sucks.

"Talking about sucks, do you want Big Tits Doris out there to give you a blow
job?  It might relax you for the great news I'm about to lay on you."

I was holding my temper, but knew it would be best to just go along.

I replied, "No, I'm fine."

He was pulling a power trip on me.  He yelled, "Doris, get your ass in here."

She came in looking scared.

He ordered, "Get naked, pull my dick out and blow me-do it right."

She blushed, but quickly pulled her shift over her head, and was naked.  Her
tits were enormous.  She sank to her knees and pulled at his zipper to get at
his cock.

Suddenly, he yelled, "Ouch, shit.  Don't you know to be careful pulling that
zipper down."

Without warning he backhanded her face-she went sprawling and started to cry.

He snarled, "Get the fuck out of here you worthless cunt."

She ran out of the office.

I was pissed, but knew he had every right to do that to her.  I sat there
waiting for his next show.

He looked at me and said, "Captain Dawson..."

I interrupted, "My name is Davidson."

"Whatever.  It will take three days to load the ship you came on-the ship that
will get me out of this fucking place.

"I'm turning this shit hole over to you now.  I have six cunts to test out and
fuck in the next three days before I leave to kill the dickheads.  If you want
I'll fuck a couple of yours and maybe we can work out a swap.

"AI."

"Yes, Captain."

"Official notice of change-of-command to Captain Davidson."

The AI voice said, "Change-of-command logged.  Captain Davidson is now in
charge of Logis 21."

He looked at me.  "You think I'm an ass, don't you?"

I answered, "Yes, I think you're a fucking idiot.  How you got your CAP score
is beyond me."

He grinned, "Okay, Mr. Captain Do Right.  I'm going to give you your first
lesson in the real world.

"I checked.  Every volunteer here has their maximum quota of concubines
including their supernumerary, including you new people.  This AI is the
biggest piece of shit I've ever run into.  It's one that the Darjee created
and it's a piece of shit-a rule is a commandment-there is no give in the
stupid shit.

"I'm leaving you Big Tits Doris and Ben, who I beat the shit out of when I
caught him eating out Doris.

"AI."

"Yes, Captain."

"I no longer want Big Tits Doris or Ben in my family unit.  Acknowledge."

The AI replied, "Doris and Ben are no longer in your family.  They have forty-
eight hours to find a new volunteer."

He continued grinning at me, "Are there any volunteers on Logis 21 who can add
to their concubine?"

The AI answered, "There is no one."

He looked at me and sneered, "A great introduction for you.  Doris and Ben are
pieces of shit.  In two days the AI will recycle them.

"Maybe then you'll get off your pedestal.  By the end of your tour here,
you'll be worse than me-count on it.

"For me, I'm going to fuck for the next three days and then kill every Sa'arm
I can find."

I was steaming.  I silently told the AI to send Fogarty and one other Marine
to the office.

Minutes later they entered the office.

I said, "AI, am I in command of Logis 21?"

It answered, "Transfer of command is complete.  You are in complete charge."

I looked at Fogarty and said, "First Sergeant, escort Captain Walker to the
transport room.  I want him off Logis 21 in the next fifteen minutes."

Walker snarled, "You can't pull that shit on me.  I outrank you by date of
promotion.

"I need time to get the rest of my concubines..."

I interrupted, "Top, you now have fourteen minutes to execute your orders.
Physical force is permitted, if necessary."

Fogarty looked at the Walker and said, "Captain, please go to the transport
room now."

He answered, "Fuck you, First Sergeant."

I just had it.  I cold cocked him, and he went down.  "First Sergeant, you now
are at thirteen minutes and counting."

They dragged him out of the office.

I went to the outer office and found Doris sobbing.  I touched her shoulder
and she pulled away from me.

I looked at the ceiling, "AI.  Summon Karen and have her come to this office
immediately."

Minutes later Karen arrived out of breath.

I said, "Karen, this is Doris.  Take care of her.  We'll talk later."

Karen left with a sobbing Doris.  As they left, Fogarty came back.

"The captain is gone, Sir.  The transport room is under orders from the AI not
to let him return."

I replied, "Thanks, Top.  This planet might be a shit hole, but from the
little I've seen, this command has gone to hell.  What's your gut feeling?"

Fogarty grinned, "The captain is being generous.  Fortunately for us the
captain is taking the worst of the fifteen combat troops.  The ones he left
are the good soldiers who felt deserted under his command."

I replied, "Take a couple of days and then we'll meet.  I want your
suggestions on how to get the military side of this command right."

He left.

I asked, "AI, can I give Doris and Ben to a volunteer?"

It answered, "There are no slots available.  If you do so, I will randomly
reduce that family unit by one."

I asked, "What are my alternatives."

It replied, "There are none.  Doris and Ben will be recycled in forty-six
hours, ten minutes"

I had a thought.  "Can I transport them to the Odyssey where there are slots
open?"

It replied, "Negative.  The Odyssey is going into a combat area.  Only
existing concubines are allowed to travel with the Odyssey.  Doris and Ben are
not allowed."

I asked, "Can I assign them to the Civil Service?"

It replied, "Negative, there is not a Civil Service representative on Logis
21."

I returned to my pod.  Karen was there.  "Doris is sleeping-I sedated her.
She's been abused for a year with that asshole.  Ben is in medical.  The
captain beat the crap out of him."

I said, "In forty-six hours the AI will kill both of them.  I don't know what
to do."

We finally went to bed.  I didn't get much sleep.

The next morning Karen told me, "Doris won't leave her room.  She knows she'll
die in the next day."

My entire family was in a funk-they all knew about Doris and Ben.  The kids,
of course, were oblivious to the situation.  At breakfast Jackie climbed into
my lap and hugged me.

She looked at me and impishly grinned, "When I'm fourteen and get my CAP
score, we can do more than hug-right, Dad?"

I blushed and got hard.  She felt me and giggled.

I couldn't get over that feeling-an almost thirteen year old was flirting with
me, and worse, she was winning.

And then I had an idea.  I yelled, "Karen, come here."

She came running and I asked, "Your CAP score is 6.3?

"Yes."

I asked, "When were tested the last time?"

She answered, "Second year.  I got so discouraged I just gave up."

I continued, "So since then you've had two more years of ROTC, and you were a
Lieutenant of Cadets."

She answered puzzled, "Well, yes."

I thought, "AI, can you give a CAP test."

"Of course."

I was excited now.  "Karen, I want you to take a CAP test right now."

Karen looked at me strangely, "Why now."

I replied, "Think, Karen.  If you score 6.5 or higher you are allowed two
selections-three if you elect the supernumerary option."

Karen was upset, "But if I don't score high enough, Doris and Ben will die."

"But if you don't try, they'll die anyway.  You've got to try."

She saw the logic of my argument and went to the office to be tested.  One
hour later she came back to me.  Her face was serious, and then she started
laughing, "6.6, I really got 6.6."

We hugged and kissed.  I said, "First, you have to officially choose Doris and
Ben, and then we'll go from there."

Karen looked at the ceiling and said, "AI, I choose Doris and Ben as my
concubines."

AI answered, "It is recorded."

The AI continued, "Per existing rules, Jamison must be a sponsor for eighteen
months performing her duties before she is allowed to become pregnant.  She is
to report to Medical within the next day."

She looked at me in anguish.

"Karen, you saved two lives."

She came into my arms sobbing.  There was nothing that I could say.

The next day Karen went to Medical.  Later she had a pod assigned to her.  We
positioned it so that my two pods and her pod were connected to each other.
Doris and Ben moved in with her.  Karen immediately had Doris and Ben
augmented similar to the rest of my concubines.  Both of them worshiped her
after their year of hell with the departed captain.


Two days later Fogarty sat across from me in my office.

I said, "Okay, Top, tell me the good and the bad."

"Sir," he replied, "the only good is that the captain and the worst of the
fourteen combat Marines are gone.  The bad is that the Marines have not fired
for record in a year; they have yet to have a combat exercise outside using
their breather packs, and their morale is south of zero.

"I think the remaining ten are good Marines, but they're so shell-shocked I
need some time to assess them accurately."

I replied, "Top, do what you have to do...not only with your twenty-five, but
with the rest of the Marines on Logis 21.  Every Marine is a rifleman first-
let's try to make it so."

There was a knock on the door.  I yelled, "Enter."

He came in and at attention said, "Master Sergeant Adams, reporting as
ordered, Sir."

I asked, "You have met First Sergeant Fogarty?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Sergeant Adams, there are three people in this room.  We are about to have a
conversation that never took place.  Do you understand?"

He gulped and replied, "Yes, Sir."

I grinned and asked, "You're in charge of running the depot.  How fucked up
are we?"

He looked at Fogarty who gave him an encouraging nod.  He sighed and answered,
"We are able to receive and load per the requirements of each vessel.  The AI
keeps our inventory straight.  We have a huge amount of obsolete munitions and
weapons that are stored throughout the depot.

"The depot itself is a mess.  The previous commander ignored my requests that
we clean it up.

"Worse, the morale of my men is terrible.  The captain wanted to test out our
concubines whether the sponsor agreed or not, and being the commanding
officer..."

I winced.  How could this captain ever get the CAP score he had?

I asked, "Can we fix it?"

He replied, "It will take time.  The men don't respect officers very much
these days."

I replied, "That's understandable.  In two days I'd like a report on how the
logistical side of this depot should be run.  Assume I will agree with
whatever you suggest.  However, Fogarty is going to take your men and turn
them back into Marines.  All of them must qualify with both the M61 and the
M261.  He will also have them participate in some exercises outside to have
them become comfortable with breather packs."

I turned to Fogarty and asked, "If the men are trained and the Sa'arm invade,
where do we stand?"

He shrugged, "We're dead.  Trained or not, in an hour we would be overrun by
the dickheads."

I asked, "Either of you...any suggestions?"

They were both quiet.

"Sergeant Adams, there's pods all over the place.  Why?"

He replied, "The Darjee originally used a basic pod as the means to transfer
traded goods from different worlds in the Confederacy.  When Earth became
involved, the basic pod was modified to what we have today.  Many of the pods
you see are basic pods full of munitions.  Some are empty for logistical
reasons-there was a need for the freighter to leave before empty pods could be
reattached to the freighter.

"We also have surplus modified pods.  When the depot started we had three
times the current staffing.  Over time we lost staff due to the needs of the
Confederacy, but their pods remained here."

I said aloud, "AI, how many surplus basic pods, and how many surplus modified
pods do we have?"

The AI responded, "There are 232 empty basic pods, and 125 empty modified
pods."

I asked, "AI, what percent of your power is used to run the depot?"

It answered, "Less than five percent unless a ship is here, and then no more
than twenty percent."

I was excited, "Top, the after action reports said the Sa'arm either ignored
or only lightly tried to attack under water structures.  Right?

"Yes, Sir."

I said, "AI, assume the following:  Choose an absolutely random point in the
ocean that is deep.  Take the basic pods and place two of them side by side in
a line so there is a corridor eight meters wide and ten meters in height.  At
one end place additional basic pods to have a transporter room, a medical
station, and a command post.  In the center place enough basic pods to have a
room that can hold five hundred people.  At the other end place enough basic
pods to have a nursery, school, gym, and play area.

"With the modified pods duplicate the pod structure we currently have on the
surface, and attach them in the most efficient manner to the basic pod
corridor.

"Assume the entire structure will have a force field to hide the structure.

"With extra modified pods, create a structure to manufacture any devices not
requiring power; a structure to manufacture electric circuit boards; and a
structure to manufacture self contained power sources.  All three of the
manufacturing units are to be attached to the basic pod corridor.

"Can it be done?  If so, how long will it take?"

We sat for one minute, and then the AI replied, "With both shuttle crafts
being used twenty-four hours a day to ferry the containers and working at
ninety percent on the project unless a ship requires need, it would take four
weeks to construct what you described."

A thought struck me.  "AI, where is your physical location?"

It replied, "Two hundred feet below this office."

"If the Sa'arm come, what will happen to you?"

It answered, "If my power source is interrupted, I would cease to operate.  If
the Sa'arm sensed my presence and burrowed to my location, I would self-
destruct."

I asked, "If there was enough power, could you relocate two hundred feet below
the ocean structure and maintain your operation."

"Yes."

I said, "Create another surface manufacturing unit to make self-contained
power units, and manufacture as many of them as needed to permit your
operation under the ocean.  On my orders, be prepared to move your location
along with the power units to the ocean site."

It replied, "Noted."

Fogarty and Adams were staring at me.

"Look," I said, "Because of poor leadership the military here was dogging it,
as were the depot crew, and now we heard the AI was only utilized at five
percent.  Why not work our asses off in case we have a need?

"We need to do two things.  First, if the Sa'arm come to our system, we need
to hide.  Second, we need a plan on how we will fight the Sa'arm.  It can't be
nose to nose-if we kill ten thousand of them and lose one person, we failed.
So we need to decide whether we just hide, or if we should harass them.

"Adams, you're in charge of hiding us.  Fogarty, you're in charge of our
battle tactics."

Top took me on my word.  For the next four weeks he had me with the Marines
practicing maneuvers and being weapons qualified.  It was tough, but with the
AI controlling the underwater construction, I really was free to be a Marine.

Top gave me the respect due an officer, but gave no quarter when I
underperformed.  I quietly told him, "Don't change.  I don't want people
killed because I didn't know what to do."

The good news was my family.  They were wonderful.  Peggy, Julie, and Joyce
were now pregnant.  Connie and Jane were pissed that their eggs missed the
target, but were constantly after me to give them a second, third, or fourth
spurt.  Actually, Jane didn't care if she got pregnant or not-she just loved
sex and wanted it all the time.

Karen was my rock.  At her request I spent the night with Doris trying to undo
one year of living with an asshole.  After an hour of foreplay she finally
accepted my cock and had her orgasm.  She sobbed afterward-clinging to me.

______________________

The AI asked me to come to the command post.  A hyperlink message labeled "top
secret" had been received.  After giving the appropriate password it read:

"The Arian system campaign has not been successful.  All units have been
ordered to withdraw to the Olerion system to receive further orders.  MV Fast
Pursuit is to make all available speed to Logis 21 to evacuate personnel.

Another message followed: "Logis 21, MV Fast Pursuit is en route.  Expected
ETA is ten days.  Be prepared for fast exit as AI advised we have to continue
passage with only one day to collect personnel.  Please acknowledge."

I said, "Acknowledge the message and tell them one day will be sufficient to
evacuate."

Three days later we received another hyperlink message:  "Logis 21.  MV Fast
Pursuit to Logis 21.  The Sa'arm have blockaded our route to Logis 21.  We
must detour around their blockade.  Unfortunately, we can't evacuate you as it
would put at risk many more people than are on Logis 21.  Good luck."

I immediately called Fogarty and Adams for a meeting.  They read the message
and looked at me.

I said, "AI, what is the estimated ETA of the Sa'arm?"

AI replied, "Eight days with an error of plus or minus one day."

I looked at Adams and said, "You're in charge of moving everything and
everyone to the underground sea structure.  Your first priority is the AI.
Make sure it's secure and has the power resources to support us."

I looked at Fogarty.  "Top, you have seven days.  When the Sa'arm gets here, I
want them to hurt.  Make up a plan and give it to me tomorrow."

I told my family that night.  They were in shock, and started to panic-all
talking at once.

"Quiet," I yelled.  "Karen, we have duplicate quarters under the ocean.  Get
things organized here so when the time comes our families can be transported
to their new home.  The AI will tell you when to transport.  When the time
comes, put Jane in charge until you're through with your duties on the
surface."

Fogarty, Adams and I met the next day.

I said, "Adams, why don't you start.  Are we going to make it in time with the
ocean structure?  By the way, let's just call the damn thing Ocean 1?"

"Yes," he replied.  "The AI's pod is being ferried to its new location today-
it will take all day for the placement, power hook up, and redundancy items.
Ocean 1 is going through its final pressurization tests.  We don't expect any
problems even though we're two thousand feet deep.  The force field is working
fine.

"Tomorrow we'll transport all the concubines to Ocean 1.  For the next three
days we will ferry as many storage pods as you require to the ocean depot-I
suggest we can call that area Ocean 2.  We'll be working twenty-four hours a
day since we only have two ferry shuttles.

"I'm hoping that you and Fogarty will look over the inventory and tell me the
priority of items that you want to save.  On the seventh day we'll rig to blow
up all munitions, pods and anything else that we don't take with us.  We have
plenty of munitions to make a big bang."

"Excellent, Adams," I said.  "You've done a great job.

"Top, what have you come up with?"

Fogarty answered, "Adams, I've already gone over the inventory at the depot.
With some exceptions we can't use any of the heavy equipment.  We might keep
twenty or so M11 mortars, but with no manpower to speak of, we won't be
fighting nose to nose with the dickheads.  We have a ton of the M61 assault
rifles and the M261 grenade launchers, so I suggest we keep them in their
storage pods and bury them in the ocean.

"I was hoping to find the RPG bee hives, but the last ship took every one that
was in stock.  We have about ten thousand of the obsolete buzz-saw mines that
I plan to use.  The spinning laser wipes out anything within forty meters and
then blows itself up.  I plan to use some of these on the first day the Sa'arm
gets here.

"We also have one hundred thousand rock claymores-they are ten different
shaped claymores that match the rocks on our surface.  I think we can use ten
thousand of these the first day, and we should save the rest in storage.  We
should store the buzz-saw mines and rock claymores in a concealed cave on
Logis 21.

"I also found that we have a hundred of the Bart silenced .50 caliber sniper
rifles.  I plan to deploy half of them immediately, and save the other fifty
for use in the future.

"We have two hundred military drone aircraft that carry one missile plus
observation equipment.  We should keep them at Ocean 2.

 "Finally, if we have time and Adams can spare some men, I'd like to deploy
ten Sabet P missiles, along with ten Sabet HE missiles.  The Sabet P missile
is high velocity that can penetrate any ship with their shields down.  The
Sabet HE follows the Sabet P in with ten times the explosives of the Sabet P.
It can be set up to blow on impact, on our electronic signal, or if the
dickheads try to tamper with it.

"The rest of our inventory we should blow up-we can't use it, and I'm guessing
we won't have time to hide it."

I asked, "Adams, is the above doable?"

"Yes, Sir.  Actually, I thought we would have much more to move.  We can
definitely handle Fogarty's requirements."

Fogarty spoke up, "I'm not quite done.  For actions after day one, I want the
ten Sabet P and Sabet HE missiles with their launchers placed at various
points in the mountains so that if the Sa'arm brings in a freighter, we get a
shot at it.

"My Marines are going to place the fifty sniper rifles at various points in
the mountains to harass the Sa'arm.  We will tie in the scopes to our
monitors, and have the circuit boards set so we can fire the rifles without
being at the site.  Any time we shoot one of them they'll go into defensive
mode, but won't be able to pinpoint where the rifle is-it will keep them busy.

"Finally, the invasion day:  Around everything that we will blow up that day,
I need you to construct a super-hardened structure that will take almost any
hit other than a nuke, which I don't think they'll use.  I need a couple of
gun ports on each side of the hardened pill box."

I interrupted, "You're not planning on making a suicide defense?"

"No, Sir.

"Our early after action reports are very consistent that the Sa'arm have
instant communication with each other, and a very efficient command and
control structure.  The Sa'arm ignore their dead, but if one of them is
captured alive, they instantly turn into a frenzy to locate and recover the
captured dickhead.  I plan to use this tactic against them.

"I need for your construction robots to dig a pit with a trap cage that is
placed 100 meters from the pillbox.  When one of the Sa'arm falls into it, I
need the cage dragged through a tunnel into the pillbox.  I want and expect
the dickheads to charge the pillbox from all directions. When they are at the
pillbox, I'll set off a thousand buzz-saws that we're going to place around
the structure.  That should wipe out all of them within a hundred meters of
the pillbox.

"Once they recover, I expect them to bring everything they have to reach the
pillbox.  When they are within the kill zone we will set off the five
concentric rings of the rock claymores-hopefully it will massacre all of them.

"They'll keep coming and when they are everywhere, we'll blow the depot and
most of them with it.

"Then we'll get our ass back to Ocean 1.

"The Sa'arm will keep coming, but they'll be aware that we can do them harm.
If anything, we'll make them careful."

I liked the plan.  I asked, "Adams, can you do what Fogarty wants?"

Adams replied, "It will be close, but if Top uses his Marines and only takes
half my men, we can do what he wants."

Fogarty added, "The last thing I want to do is to set up high-powered
telescopes in the mountains so that we can monitor their activity.  The
electronics to tie them all in to our command post at Ocean 1 is simple.

I thought for a moment and then asked, "Can the Sa'arm find us at Ocean 1?"

The room became quiet, and finally Fogarty said, "I don't know.

"We have some unconfirmed reports that they are able to pick up our sub-
hyperlink communications and electronic signals-not understand what we are
saying, but detecting that the signal is out there.

"I seriously doubt that they can detect a transport or the early actions
against the Sa'arm would have been disasters.

"However, if they did find Ocean 1, their light attack aircraft could
definitely destroy us."

I asked the AI, "The sniper rifles that we will fire electronically as well as
the telescopes that we plan to place in the mountains both will be receiving
and sending signals.  Are those signals detectible?

The AI replied, "If the Sa'arm can detect sub-hyperlink communications, then
they will detect these signals also, but can only detect where the signal is
coming from. That is, they cannot pinpoint where the signals are received."

I continued, "So if Ocean 1 only receives communications, but never sends them
we will not be located?"

The AI replied, "That is correct."

Fogarty jumped in, "That means we need a forward command post that can observe
activity on the surface, and aim and fire the sniper rifles."

Adams said, "But one forward command post would sooner or latter be detected
because it will be sending signals, both to Logis 21 and Ocean 1.  Once they
find the forward command post they'll destroy it and we'll be blind."

I suggested, "What if we have multiple command posts-say place twenty or
thirty of them randomly on the thousands of islands on the planet.  If we
receive a warning that the Sa'arm have detected the active command post, we
transport the men to another post.

"AI, how much time would we have if the Sa'arm tries to follow our signals?"

The AI answered, "Not less than two minutes, but no more than three minutes."

I looked at Fogarty and said, "If you can set up your ambush on day one, along
with the sniper rifles, and Sabet missiles, then do it.  But first, you have
to set up telescopes and the alternate forward command posts.  Do you agree?"

Adams spoke up, "Since we're blowing most of our equipment and munitions, I
might be able to spare a few more men to help."

Fogarty said, "We have six days-maybe seven if we're lucky.  I'll be pushing
the men really hard-probably twenty hours days-but once the Sa'arm get here,
we're basically hiding.  The men will have plenty of time to rest.  The men
and I will do our best."

Top, with the enthusiastic help of all the Marines, did better than expected.
Everything was in place by the end of the sixth day.  On the seventh day all
the men and concubines were at Ocean 1 except for me, Fogarty, and two other
combat Marines-we were in a forward command post about five hundred miles from
the depot. The four of us were watching through the pictures sent by our high-
powered telescopes concealed in the mountains surrounding the Logis 21 valley.

Ocean 1 was sealed.  No signals were allowed to be sent from the structure,
including the AI, so there would be little warning when the Sa'arm landed.

 One of the Marines watching the monitor said, "Sir, the radar units on the
planet have detected the Sa'arm.  They are twenty minutes out."

I turned to Fogarty, "I think we should turn off the long-range radar units,
so they aren't detected and destroyed. Obviously, we have to keep this command
post's radar on so we're not surprised.  Other than that suggestion, you're in
charge.  I'm here to observe."

Twenty minutes later Fogarty said, "Here come the dickheads."

We watched as eight Leopard-type Sa'arm rip-offs landed about two miles south
from our main depot.  They quickly off loaded two platoons from each shuttle.
As soon as the shuttle was empty it quickly took off.  Eight more landed right
behind them.  Some light armored vehicles were in the second batch to land.
They immediately took defensive positions.  In the next two hours over two
hundred Leopards landed and offloaded the Sa'arm platoons.  There were now
over nine thousand Sa'arm on Logis 21 with more landing every five minutes.

Fogarty muttered, "Time to kill some dicks."

Since we didn't know where they would land, Fogarty had set up mortars on top
of the reinforced pillbox facing in all four directions.  He ordered, "Fire
the mortars facing south until we are out of munitions-we just want to get
their attention."

Each mortar had a magazine of five, so quickly one hundred mortars were on
their way.  In a bit of luck, one batch of mortars exploded within the Sa'arm
ranks killing a hundred or so of them.

The Sa'arm immediately formed into combat units using their light armored
vehicles as the lead, and started to head north towards the depot and pillbox.
Forty minutes later the first of the Sa'arm were within range of the Bart
rifles within the pillbox.  Because the pillbox portholes were so small, a
Sa'arm had to literally walk into the bore sight of the Bart.  When it did, we
fired the rifle electronically from our command post.

When we had a several kills, they briefly stopped their advance, but resumed
it when they encountered no heavier fire.

Fogarty said to all of us, "The front line is fifty meters from the cage-five
minutes more and things should get interesting."

We stared at the screen showing the advance until our alarm went off as one of
the Sa'arm tripped into the cage below the surface.  We knew the cage would be
pulled into the pillbox as soon as it was activated by the weight of one or
more of the Sa'arm who fell into it.

The Sa'arm's GPS type signal caused an immediate reaction-nine thousand plus
Sa'arm charged the pillbox.  All combat formations ceased to exist as they
went at full speed to try to reach the captured dickhead.  They were attacking
from three directions.  When the main mass of Sa'arm got to within a few
meters of the pillbox, Fogarty said, "Die, dickheads," and triggered the buzz
saw mines.

It was a slaughter.  The mines bounced up and the spinning lasers were cutting
everything within forty meters, which was where most of the nine thousand
Sa'arm happened to be.  The mines chopped down almost all of them, and then
blew themselves up.

There were very few Sa'arm left standing, and those that were seemed to be
catatonic-bumping into each other and generally unable to reorganize.

Five minutes later a hundred Leopards swooped into the battlefield and
unloaded their platoons.  Seconds later three hundred Leopards landed...within
twenty minutes we had a hundred thousand Sa'arm landed and charging the
pillbox, with ten thousand more landing every ten minutes.  As we watched on
the screen we saw a heavy transport carrier land and started discharging
another one hundred thousand Sa'arm-it was a real frenzy.

Fogarty turned and asked, "Sir, let me transport to one of the Sabet sites-we
can get that freighter."

"I'm going with you," I said.

He replied quickly, "No, Sir.  You're in charge and I'm the senior NCO-we
can't do anything together."

I blushed, "You're right.  Take someone else."

He and another Marine transported to one of the Sabet sites.  The missile
launcher held two missiles-the Sabet P and next to it the Sabet HE.  The
launcher itself was quite primitive and had to turn using hydraulics and aimed
manually. After the missiles were aimed the arming device was set to go off
either with a timer or when given an electronic command from our forward
command post.

Ten minutes later the two of them transported back to our location.  He said,
"The P model will shoot first followed two seconds later by the HE.  As soon
as the first missile fires, I'll set off the claymores."

I said, "Fire when you're ready, Top."

The Sa'arm by now had reached the pillbox and were frantically trying to
penetrate it and gain access to the interior.  They were everywhere, stacked
thousands deep going back over five hundred meters on all sides of the
pillbox.

Fogarty said, "Firing on three, two, one-fire."

The missiles were too fast for us to actually see them strike the ship, but
when the HE following the P penetrated the ship, the explosion was big.
Secondary explosions followed and in seconds the transport carrier was
collapsed on its side.  All the Sa'arm near the ship were killed in the
explosion.

Fogarty ordered, "Fire the claymores."

Ten thousand rock claymores had been spread around the pillbox in five
concentric circles roughly thirty meters apart.  We watched in awe as each
ring of claymores went off with a second pause in between.

The results were spectacular-the only Sa'arm left alive were those who were on
the roof of the pillbox, and those few in the rear that were beyond the kill
zone.

One of the Marines said it all, "Holy shit."

No Sa'arm moved for over ten minutes, and then the few left alive once more
charged the pill box.  Leopards landed and began discharging more of them.

Fogarty said, "Now we wait until another hundred thousand dickheads are on the
ground and we'll blow the depot and everything in it."

A warning horn sounded and a computer generated voice announced, "Light attack
aircraft are approaching the forward command post.  Time of arrival is two
minutes."

"Shit," I said, "I bet they've locked on our radar or to our signals to the
missiles and claymores.  Set coordinates for another command post.  Shut this
post down and transport now."

Twenty seconds later the four of us were in another command post.  We powered
up the equipment including our radar.  Another warning horn sounded and we
heard, "Light attack aircraft are approaching.  Time of arrival is ninety
seconds."

Fogarty turned to me and said, "I hate to say it, but they're on to us.  When
we light up radar, or aim a Bart, or even give commands to our telescopes in
the mountains, they're pinpointing our position.  I wanted to wait to blow the
depot until they landed a bunch more dickheads, but I recommend we do it now."

I agreed with him and said, "You two-transport to Ocean 1 now.  Top and I will
follow you soon."

The radar voice said, "One minute until arrival."

I ordered, "Blow the depot in ten seconds.  Have the telescopes power down two
minutes after the depot blows. Once you give the command, shut down all power
here and transport back to Ocean 1."

Fogarty said, "Yes, Sir.  Setting charges now.  I'm right behind you."

I transported back and seconds later Fogarty appeared.  Our telescopes
captured the large explosions as anything of value was blown to bits by the
massive charges that Adams and his men had set.  After a while the smoke was
too dense to see anything.

I made sure that Ocean 1's command post would be manned continuously, and left
to go to my pod.  Karen and our concubines listened to my brief description of
our first battle, and then she led me to our bedroom where I was asleep in
seconds.

The next morning I woke to find both Karen and Connie sharing my bed.  Once
they knew I was awake, I was sexually attacked as only two women getting their
man to come was their only objective in life-they were very successful.

Two hours later I walked into the command post to find a very glum First
Sergeant Fogarty.

I asked, "Why so glum?  You gave the dickheads a hell of a beating yesterday."

He looked at me and grimaced, "Captain, I was too clever by half.  When we are
active at a forward command post, we activate a signal to our radar units to
light up.  The radar lights up and sends its signals to us and Ocean 1.  The
command post is also monitoring the high-powered telescopes to monitor the
depot, and the telescopes are sending signals to us at the command post and
Ocean 1.  And when we want to use the Bart sniper rifle, it is sending signals
to us showing us the target.

"The problem is that, although the Sa'arm can't pinpoint where the signals are
going, they can determine where the signals are coming from.  Over time they
are going to locate every radar site, telescope, Bart rifle, and forward
command posts that we have.

"I've already ordered that the individual radar, telescopes, and Barts are
only on line five seconds at a time, and then switch to alternate sites, but I
think that eventually, we're screwed.  Even worse, to make these sites go
online and offline, the forward command posts sends its own signal, which
eventually they'll triangulate."

Fogarty was right.  One week later the AI said to me, "You are needed at
medical immediately."

Two of our Marines had transported to a forward command post.  They sent a
signal to light up the radar, and in five seconds they were attacked by Sa'arm
aircraft.  One Marine suffered a shoulder wound when the first missile hit
close to their position, while the other lost a leg when shrapnel shredded
him.  The lightly wounded Marine was able to help the other and transported
back to Ocean 1.  Pre-programming had already been in place that once attacked
the forward command post would self-destruct in five minutes after the
beginning of the attack.  So that command post was history.

The wounded Marines were quickly stripped and placed in the medical capsules.
They would both live.

Fogarty and I met later.  It was clear that our intended way to harass the
Sa'arm would not work.

I started the meeting and said, "Well it's obvious that any forward command
post that we have used up to now, should never be used again.  That leaves us
about ten virgin posts that we can use, but only passively.  If we have to
activate them, then the first time we should assume we have two minutes or so
before they get to it, but then the post is burned for any future operations."

Fogarty replied, "I agree, sir.  Further, since the only thing the dicks can't
detect is our transporting, it will have to be that transporting will be our
means of communication between the field, the command post, and Ocean 1.

"And it means we will have to have our men on the ground to observe.  I
suggest we have two two-man teams on the ground twenty-four hours a day to
observe.  If the Sa'arm get close to their stake out position, they should
immediately transport to the passive command post."

I said, "I agree.  Set up the two-man teams and make sure they have their shit
together, and will not try to kill the dickheads no matter what the risk.
From now on we only observe."

Fogarty objected, "Sir, I think we can do one more thing.  We have nine
thousand buzz saw mines and ninety thousand rock claymores.  The dickheads
don't patrol very aggressive at night.  I suggest we use our construction
robots to disperse the mines around the perimeter of the depot at night and
set them for proximity explosion-make them not want to wander around.  It
doesn't change anything, but it would make me feel better than hiding our ass
under the water and doing nothing."

I agreed with him and said to make it happen.

It took a week to disperse the mines, and then for Ocean 1, things came to a
halt.

The mines worked for two weeks killing Sa'arm whenever they activated the
proximity trigger.  At the beginning of the third week the Sa'arm had figured
it out-they sent robot mopeds racing around the depot, which activated the
mines.  When the robots were blown up, they sent more robots out. The mine
campaign was over.

The Sa'arms' freighters came in with supplies that were ferried down to the
depot, and other combat ships came in to re-supply.  In effect, the Sa'arm
were using Logis 21 similar to our past operations.

I started one more activity.  Once a week a soldier would transport to Ocean 2
where the weapons were stored and activated one combat drone.  The drone would
randomly propel itself underwater for one to two hundred miles from Ocean 2 so
that the underwater depot's location would not be disclosed.  It would then
surface and fly nap of the planet until near the Logis 21 depot valley, at
which point it would abruptly climb and send a hyperlink message to Command
Headquarters located in the Poseidon system.  It would light up its
observation cameras and project to Ocean 1 for five seconds, and then it would
fire its missile at a predetermined target.  If the Sa'arm had not destroyed
it by then, it would dive and destroy itself at the predetermined secondary
target.

This way Command would be able to read our after-action reports and know we
were still alive.  The five seconds that the drone's cameras were active gave
us the status of the activity at the depot, and provided us targets for the
next week's drone.

Although military operations slowed down at Ocean 1, other activities
continued.  Karen had insisted that all children be schooled aggressively,
which meant that any child between four and fourteen was in school eight hours
a day.  Two of those hours were in physical education-unarmed combat-and one
hour a day was spent on the history of the Sa'arm invasion and our tactics
against them.  It was, in effect, a military school.

Connie's siblings-Peter and Jackie-were feeling their oats at thirteen years
old and were a constant challenge to keep them busy and motivated.  Connie was
the prime mover, but both my and Karen's two concubines were involved in
keeping them challenged.

My job was unarmed combat.  It could never be used against the Sa'arm-it would
be a slaughter, but it did teach physical coordination, and helped in self-
confidence.

 I enjoyed the exercise and liked that I got to know both kids really well.
Peter had turned out to be an alpha male.  He was dying to become a combat
Marine, and showed no mercy in unarmed combat-if he could get a hit on me, he
took it.  Jackie was much sweeter-she didn't like fighting, but knew that it
was part of her education.  Despite being sweet, she was extremely quick.  If
I paused for a second, she attacked with a kick or punches that connected-and
then apologized for hitting me.

We were having our normal exercise-Peter and Jackie against me in anything
goes combat.  I had to watch Jackie because she was so quick, but if I spent
too much time on her, Peter would launch a vicious attack.

The AI said, "You are needed in the command post."

I replied, "I'll be right there."

That split second of attention to the communication gave Jackie the chance to
sweep my feet, and Peter took the killing blow on my neck, which he pulled at
the last second.

I grinned, "Okay, guys, you win.  I've got to go."

Jackie asked anxiously, "Did we hurt you?"

I grimaced, "Only my pride."

As I walked into the command post, Fogarty said, "Captain, we've seen
increased activity for the last thirty days.  The amount of supplies they are
storing is huge.  I suspect it's the start of a new offensive."

"What can we do about it?"

"Not a damn thing, captain."

Three days later I was snuggling with Julie, Joyce, and Peggy, who were now
clearly showing their pregnancy, when the AI woke me, "You are needed at the
command post."

Carefully trying to negotiate around three sleeping naked women, I dressed and
hurried to the command post.

Fogarty, of course, was already there.

"Sir," he said, "our Marine just transported from the surface and told us that
two huge freighters have landed and are starting to unload.  They could have
used their shuttles, but didn't."

That really was unusual.  Since the first invasion day when we nailed one of
their troop transport ships, they had never landed anything bigger than a
shuttle.

I said, "Top, let's burn one of our telescopes and have the men on the ground
activate it and see what we got.  Once the telescope is on, have both teams on
the surface transport back here.

The men transported to one of the concealed telescopes and activated the
telescope, and transported back to Ocean 1.  It sent us the images-they really
were huge freighters-nothing that the Confederacy had seen in the past
according to the AI.

We had three seconds of images, and then the telescope ceased to function-the
Sa'arm obviously were right on top of it.

"AI," I asked.  "Can you identify the ships?"

The AI replied, "Analysis indicates the first freighter is for food supply,
which is determined by the need to keep it at a specific temperature for long-
term storage.

"The second ship appears to be an improved munitions carrier.  There is no way
to determine what munitions."

I was pissed.  "Food supply" meant that our Marines and concubines, who had
died, along with other aliens, were chopped to bits, seasoned, shaped into
pellets, and then stored for future supplements.

I turned to Fogarty, "Can we use the Sabets to take them out?"

"Yes, Sir."

Fogarty put out the call for four Sabet knowledgeable Marines.  We transported
to a virgin command post and waited for the four to follow.  When they arrived
he gave them their orders and they transported to the surface.

Ten minutes later both teams were back and transported to Ocean 1 leaving just
Fogarty and myself.

He turned to me and said, "Sir, this is our last chance to really fuck them.
On your order."

I replied, "Activate a telescope, keep the transporter hot, and fire."

Seconds later the food transport freighter was smoking and breaking up.  A
second later Top excitedly yelled, "It's a fucking nuke!"

A huge, not big but absolutely huge, mushroom cloud appeared on our screen-
this was not a tactical explosion-and bloomed into the sky.

Fogarty yelled, "Transport, transport...we're about to be fried."

I leaped into the transporter beam and landed on the floor.  Top landed on top
of me.

Seconds later, our entire structure was rocked by sub-surface waves.  It only
lasted a few seconds, and then returned to normal.

We hunkered down for a week and then from Ocean 2 we sent a video drone.  The
drone told us nothing-it was a heavy mist, probably from the nukes frying the
ocean, and we could see nothing.

Three weeks later we sent four drones.  The two video drones showed us
complete devastation-there was nothing left in the valley of Logis 21.
Everything that the Sa'arm had stored plus the two freighters ceased to exist.
In the twenty mile by twenty mile valley of Logis 21, nothing remained other
than radioactive debris.

One drone tested for radioactivity-the whole planet surface and atmosphere was
so hot that it was beyond the point that our sensors could measure it.

The Sa'arm never returned to Logis 21.

The other two drones set down and sent out a continuous hyperlink
communication that we were alive, described the nuclear activity, and our
belief the Sa'arm were gone from the system.

We never found out if it was a single, massive nuke, or that our missiles had
set off a chain of nuclear bombs.  Fogarty precisely described the situation-
it was "just one big fucking nuclear explosion."

Two quiet months went by, and then over a three day period Peggy, Julie, and
Joyce had their babies-a boy for Peggy and Joyce, and twin girls for Julie.
It was a happy occasion that gave us an upper from two months of inactivity.

Three months later we received a message.  The MV Quick Escape would arrive in
two days.  It would be a quick extraction-no pods other than the AI's pod, and
minimal personal possessions.

The evacuation went well.  We were under orders to Emeter, which was the fifth
planet in the Lazidec system.  Emeter was the backup to Demeter.  The advance
of the Sa'arm indicated that Demeter had fifteen or more years before the
planet would be under siege.  Emeter was five years past that point.


Chapter 3:  Last Extraction

Emeter was probably the most beautiful planet we had ever discovered.  It was
roughly the size of Earth with three large continents.  Where we landed was
lush with forests and prairies with numerous fresh water lakes and streams
everywhere.  The second continent was mountainous, and the third was mostly
desert.

The orders for Emeter were to establish two townships, and each would
eventually hold a full Marine combat brigade along with air support.  Most
training would take place in the two continents that were less human friendly.

My new job was in an intelligence battalion separate from the combat brigades.
The battalion was to invent dirty tricks and battle tactics against the
Sa'arm.

I was located at Lake Township.  It was aptly named as it was positioned on
the shores of a large fresh water lake named Lake Emeter.  My pods with my
extended family were positioned on the lower slopes of a gentle hill with an
unobstructed view of Lake Emeter.  It was a perfect location, and the sunsets
were spectacular.

When we arrived there were only about five hundred sponsors with their
concubines.  They were the advance team to set up the infrastructure for what
was to follow.

Although I was under special orders to develop a tactical protocol on how to
attack the Sa'arm-dirty tricks were especially emphasized-it would be four
months before significant arrivals to staff my battalion would begin, so I was
ordered to present a month-long school on our encounter with the Sa'arm and
our conclusions.

Adams and most of his staff were off lifted at Demeter, but Command agreed
with my request, and Fogarty and his team were detailed to Emeter to set up
training facilities prior to the mass arrivals.

My month long seminar on the Sa'arm was challenging, but fun.  I ordered
Fogarty to attend the "officers only" seminar to help me over some of the
rough spots.  I also had Peter and Jackie monitor the seminar to help them
gain a perspective of combat against the Sa'arm.

It was easy duty.  After the seminar ended, Fogarty went native for two weeks
to inspect the potential training continents.  Peter thought Fogarty could do
no wrong, and I agreed that he could go with Fogarty if Top agreed.  The day
they left Peter was in Marine fatigues carrying a standard rifle (unloaded),
with full military pack. He was grinning as if the world was his.

I took the easy duty during the month seminar to get closer to my concubines.
I had continued the family unit philosophy in that Karen with her two
concubines lived and interacted with my concubines to establish a single
family unit.

Connie was now glowing with her first pregnancy and Karen did her best to hide
her jealousy that all my concubines could have my kids, but she couldn't.

Karen and I slept alone two or three times a week, but the rest of the week I
bedded my females.  Karen usually joined with us, not always, but she was my
number one who kept the two family units happy.  If I had neglected one of my
concubines, she brought it to my attention.

Fortunately, or deliberately because of the AI, all females were bi-sexual, so
when one of the three males couldn't provide enough support, there wasn't a
major problem.  Jane, the ex-midshipman, needed that bi-sexual distraction.  I
had never met a female with such a super-activated libido-three orgasms a day
was almost a necessity.  In any event, everyone seemed happy.

Karen and I hugged in the after-glow of great sex-we chatted about our
concubines and what was happening at Emeter.

I said, "Peter and Jackie are going to be fourteen in a few weeks.  I think
you should encourage both of them to not take the CAP test until they are
almost fifteen."

She asked, "Why?"

I answered, "Another year of education will help their CAP score.  More
importantly, this is not Demeter where drones can volunteer for the civilian
militia.  That's still an experiment that the Confederacy has not allowed to
spread.

"Sponsors often misinterpret the rules when they choose a drone with kids.
When the kids reach fourteen, they have to take the CAP test.  If they score
6.5 or higher there is no problem-they are on their own as a volunteer.  If
they score lower, they can't stay with the sponsor unless the sponsor has an
extra allocation.  Otherwise, they have to find a sponsor within two days or
they'll be sent to the Civil Service.  Gene diversity emphasis makes it
logical that for the most part they can't stay with the original sponsor."

Karen hugged me and said, "I'll speak to both of them."

Three weeks later I walked into our pod and met an obviously distressed Karen.

"We've got a problem," she said.

"What?"

Karen said, "I talked to Peter and Jackie several times-especially before the
birthday party we had three days ago.  I told them that you requested that
they not be CAP tested.

"Peter couldn't wait.  He got tested, and because she follows her brother,
Jackie got tested too."

"And?" I asked.

Karen replied, "Peter got a 6.8, but Jackie only got 6.3.  The AI told Jackie
to find a sponsor or report to Civil Service in two days.

"Jackie went hysterical, and Connie is trying to calm her down.  Peter was
exuberant about his score until he realized what he had done to Jackie.  He's
in his room and won't come out."

My immediate thought was intense anger at Peter, but then I realized that I
had been pushing him from the beginning into the military, so who was to blame
for him not waiting to get his CAP score and become a Marine?

I knew I was not permitted another drone, but Karen had room for one
supernumerary.

I told Karen, "It's not a final solution, but I think you should take Jackie
as one of your concubines.  That should take care of the immediate problem,
but it's not ideal."

Karen agreed and then asked me to talk to each of them.

I went to Peter's room first.  He was embarrassed.

He said, "I fucked up really bad.  I didn't think of Jackie-I just wanted to
be a Marine."

I said, "Peter, Jackie will be fine.  She will be part of Karen's concubine
for the time being.

"I'm proud that you scored so well, and if you test a year from now I'm sure
your score will go higher.

"However, and I'm only going to say this once, If you are an NCO with Marines
under you, or an officer with even more men under you, your duty is not to
make yourself happy or comfortable, but it is to take care of your
men...or...your sister.  You have to put those under you more important than
your desires.  Do you understand?"

He nodded with tears running down his face.  I walked up to him and hugged
him.

He whispered, "I'm sorry."

I walked into Jackie's pod.  Connie was there and immediately left.

Jackie ran to me and hugged me crying, "I'm going to be a whore in the Civil
Service."

I held her as she cried.  Finally, when most of the tears were gone, I said,
"Jackie, we won't let that happen.

"Karen has agreed to take you as one of her concubines for the time being.
You will be her supernumerary.  You're not going to the Civil Service."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, really," I replied.

I continued, "Jackie, in another year you can test again.  I think you can
make 6.5 or higher next time.  However, for the next year you'll be with us."

Jackie was overjoyed and the night quickly became a party to celebrate Peter's
advancement to volunteer, and Jackie becoming part of the dual family with
Karen and me.

Peter wanted immediate augmentation to basic Marine specifications.  After
talking with both Karen and Connie, Jackie wanted the same body as her older
sister.

They both went into the augmentation chamber the same day.  When they came out
we knew the next two weeks, even with the meds, would be tough on them.

During the two weeks when they were recovering from augmentation, I met with
Karen and Connie.

At the first meeting I asked, "What, if anything, can we do for Peter's
concubine choices?  Should we just let him go to Civil Service and pick up
what's available?"

Connie said, "His best female friend other than Jackie is Judy.  She will turn
fourteen in three weeks or so.  She's a really sweet girl, but her sponsor
never let her go to school until this year, so it's almost guaranteed that she
won't come close to 6.5.

"I know he will take her, but she'll never be his number one person-she's just
too nice and sweet.  However, she'll be a great mother and housekeeper."

We never got beyond that point until Connie asked to talk to me and Karen
again. "Peter and Jackie met with me yesterday.  In another three days they
will be out of the augmentation pain and they asked me to talk to you.

"My macho brother is afraid to ask you, but he wants you, Karen, to be the one
that he takes to bed first.  And Jackie wants you, Jim, to be the one who
takes her virginity."

We all kind of giggled.  Two fourteen year olds, one a sponsor and one a drone
were, nevertheless, fourteen years old.

The night came and the women had dressed Jackie appropriately with a sheer,
see-through shift that showed everything.  She was nervous but I took her into
my arms and led her to the bed.  Twenty minutes later I removed her shift
after bringing her to the edge any number of times.  Finally, she came as my
mouth attack her clit.  Later, I gently pushed into her-her hymen having been
removed during her augmentation-and after many minutes of gentle stimulation,
she came in a gush.  Two hours later she woke me and we did it again.  After
her last orgasm, I took her into my arms and stroked her until she slept.

The next morning Jackie and I were having breakfast when Karen walked into the
room-she looked exhausted.  I gave her a questioning look, and she gave me a
wiry grin that told me that we would be talking later about it.

A few hours later Karen came to me and said, "Peter made love to me, fucked
me, made love to me, and then fucked me again...and that was in the first
three hours.  He's insatiable-we went all night-and I'm sore enough to go into
the med capsule for relief.

We both laughed at her discomfort.  I told her that Jackie had been "perfect."

Then we got serious.  Karen said, "We know that Peter is going to take Judy as
part of his family, however, after last night I know that she's not going to
be enough for him sexually-not even close..."

We both looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Jane!"

We both laughed.  I said, "I'm at the maximum for concubines, but what if I
give Jane to Peter and you give Jackie to me?"

Karen replied, "Jackie going to you is perfect-she adores you.

"Jane is the most over-sexed person we have in our families.  After what I
just went through with Peter, I think they're a perfect physical match.  And
Peter and Jane get along fine-they are always playfully teasing each other,
and many times Jane let herself be 'surprised' by Peter when she wasn't
dressed, to see if she could give him a hard on."

Karen talked to Jane and after hearing about Peter's sexual exploits, she was
eager to be part of his family.

I made it official, "AI, Karen gives Jackie to me.  I accept.  I give Jane to
Peter."

"Noted."

The next day Jane ran up to me and hugged me as she whispered and giggled,
"Thank you, thank you-what a fucking machine.  I'm going to the augmentation
chamber-he wants me at least six-foot-three, with bigger boobs, and a little
more downstairs so he can fit that cannon of his into me all the way."

Peter now was entitled to his own pod.  He asked, and Karen and I quickly
agreed, whether he could attach his pod to ours.  When he was away on military
training, and later military actions, we would watch over his two concubines.


I was on down time.  It would be a little over two months before most of my
intelligence battalion would start arriving, and with the seminar complete, I
was bored.

I saw a request, and immediately volunteered for a two month extraction
exercise.

With my concubines in tears, I took a shuttle ship to Demeter to hook up with
the extraction vessel.  To my happy surprise I reported to an officer I had
met on my own extraction-Major Pearson, who now was Colonel Pearson.

He had obviously read the after-action reports on my time at Logis 21 and kept
teasing me on how I always wanted to bend the rules.

He said, "Now we play it straight, Lieutenant.  Just make it an ordinary
extraction exercise."

I was relaxing in my quarters waiting for the AI to call me to the transport
area where we would make our first extraction since arriving in the Earth's
system.  I would lead the team.  We were hoping to get ten sponsors on our
warm-up extraction.  Later extractions would be much bigger and aggressive.

I was on a thousand pod vessel named Freedom Sings.  It was one of the newer
ships-still with six rings, but now grouped with fourteen clusters to a ring
with twelve pods in each cluster.

Various Earth news channels were flashing on the flat screen in front of me
when I focused on a picture of Annapolis.  The announcer was saying,
"Commandant Admiral Hays proudly announced that twelve hundred midshipman will
go through their graduation ceremony in just a few hours.  This is the largest
graduating class in the history of the institution."

The announcer continued giving background information as I set the remote back
to scanning the channels.  An hour later the AI said, "Proceed to the
transport area-the extraction team will leave in fifteen minutes."

Colonel Pearson was already at the transport room when I arrived.  The uniform
of the day was light armor and a stunner.  The early intelligence said this
would be an easy extraction-a controlled, sealed area that was already free of
all weapons.

He smiled at me and said, "Captain, try to do this one by the books.  No rule
bending for a change."

"Rule bending" was our inside joke that had come about when I was extracted
about two years prior.

I grinned back, "Yes, Sir.  I will follow the rules as they have been
presented to me by leaders such as you, and guided by the wisdom of our AI."

He lowered his voice and said, "Good luck, Jim.  You and your team be very
careful."

I turned to my five person team, which included two female Marines, and
announced, "Check your equipment.  We jump in two minutes."

Two minutes later the transport pad shimmered and I walked towards it.  Just
as I reached the pad, the call-to-stations alarm blared and the AI said to me,
"Abort.  The mission is aborted.  Stand down."

I looked back at Colonel Pearson who was looking at the ceiling.  He was
obviously talking to the AI.  When he finished communicating he looked at me
in consternation and said, "Shit."

I quickly walked up to him.  He said, "The Sa'arm have been detected just
outside the Earth's system coming this way.  It's probably the start of their
invasion, although right now we only detect three of their ships.  If they do
enter our system and we are still here, they will detect us, and that would
target the Earth for sure.  We have to withdraw immediately."

He turned his back on me and started to walk away.

I suddenly had a thought.  I called to Pearson, "Colonel, how long can we stay
here before they can detect us?"

He stopped and gazed up.  Seconds later he looked at me and said, "Three
hours.  We have to be gone within three hours."

I responded, "Sir, I have an idea."

I said aloud so that the Colonel could hear, "AI, how many volunteers are
there in the graduating class of Annapolis?"

The AI answered, "There are 1,150 volunteers out of the twelve hundred
midshipmen."

I continued, "Estimate how many of the guests will be present at the
graduation, and estimate how many of the guests are volunteers?"

The AI responded, "Tickets have been issued for 10,642 guests.  It is
estimated that 891 of the guests will be volunteers."

"AI," I continued, "Estimate the average CAP score of volunteers, both
midshipmen and guests."

"The average CAP score is about 7.4, which would allow selecting 8,164
concubines for extraction.  The number of potential concubines at the ceremony
is estimated at 9,801.   This number includes the fifty cadets who did not
score 6.5 or higher."

The Colonel interrupted, "Captain, there is no way more than two thousand
volunteers can select over eight thousand concubines in less than three hours-
it would take a day for this to be done correctly.  And if there are ten
thousand potential concubines and you allow eight thousand to be selected, the
two thousand not selected would surely riot.  What you're thinking is
impossible."

I replied, "I think there's a way Colonel.

"AI, if each volunteer were allowed a supernumerary, how many concubines could
be extracted?"

The quick reply was, "The total number of concubines allowed would be 10,205."

I looked at the Colonel, "Sir, the volunteers can take 10,205 concubines, and
there are only about 9,801 down there-it can work."

Pearson replied, "You still haven't told me how you are going to get two
thousand volunteers to pick ten thousand concubines in two hours."

I grinned and told him.  He was aghast, "You're shitting me-you don't really
think you can get away with that."

I said, "AI, please send the Civil Service officer to the transport area at
once."

Five minutes later the young, female Civil Service officer who had only been
extracted four months earlier, and who was on the vessel as part of her
orientation was horrified and said, "You can't be serious."

I grinned, "AI, are we allowed a supernumerary for each volunteer, and is my
interpretation regarding the Civil Service correct?"

There was a long pause and then the AI answered, "Your plan is unusual, but it
is permitted under the current rules.  However, extraction must end in two
hours and forty minutes as the ship must depart at that time-whether the
extraction team is back or not."

Facing the Colonel I said, "Sir, permission to make the extraction as
described.  To succeed I need at least forty in our extraction party, and they
have to be briefed before transport.  I also think you should brief the
president and request that he orders the Commandant to cooperate with the
extraction."

He stared at me, "The ship was planned for five thousand volunteers and
drones.  You want to pick up twelve thousand.  Where do we put them?"

"Sir," I replied, "As they transport in, put them twelve to a pod with no one
allowed to leave the pod once they enter it.  We'll sort them out once we're
under way."

Pearson thought for ten seconds and then said, "AI, organize an extraction
party of forty Marines.  Have them in the collection area in twenty minutes
for the briefing.

"Contact the president on our hot line.  Once he is on the line, let me talk
to him."

He turned to me, "Brief your landing party in twenty minutes, and then
extract.  If it takes too long, I'll have to leave you-there is no give on us
leaving before the deadline."

Twenty-five minutes later I led forty Marines to the transport area.  Until
then I thought we could do it.  Now, just before I entered the transport beam,
I had some doubts.

I appeared behind the VIP stand where the Commandant sat with his guests.  I
walked to the edge of the stand.  Someone was giving a speech. I watched him
as I waited for the extraction team to appear.  At that moment an aide
hurriedly walked up to the Commandant and gave him a cell phone.  I saw him
turn white, listened for a moment, said a few words and ended the call.

The show was about to start.  I quickly walked up the stairs and approached
the Commandant.  "Sir, Captain Davidson of the Confederacy.  Did the president
reach you?"

He replied, "Yes, but do we have to do it now before the graduation ceremony
ends?"

I answered, "Sir, we are tight on time and this could the last extraction."

He visibly startled.  "You mean..."

"Yes, sir," I answered.

There was a buzz from the midshipmen and the guests as he stood up and walked
to the podium.  He interrupted the speaker, said a few words, and the speaker
quickly exited.  The admiral spoke into the microphone and said, "Midshipmen,
I'm proud of all of you.  Good luck."

I linked to the AI, "Force field up."

The outer fringes of the graduation area turned opaque.

I walked to the podium and said, "I am Captain Davidson of the Confederacy.
This is an extraction."

There was instant noise as everyone started talking.

"Quiet," I yelled.  "If you want to live, you must be quiet and follow my
orders.  We are very time constrained.  I can answer no questions. Please
listen carefully.

"If there are pre-packs or partial pre-packs where a volunteer has selected
some or all of the allowed concubines, please assemble immediately with your
chosen concubines behind this viewing stand.  A Marine has placed a green flag
where you are to stay.  We don't want you to get separated from your
selections.

"For those who do not want to be selected, remain in your seats.  However, it
is important that you understand that this might be your last chance to leave
Earth.  The choice is yours.

"Volunteers.  On the south side of the parade ground there are three white
flags.  When I give the word you are to immediately form three equal lines
behind those white flags.  Be sure your CAP card is visible to the Marines.

"For those of you with CAP scores lower than 6.5, and you want to be selected,
when I give the word, you are to form three, equal parallel lines next to the
volunteer lines.  Form on the red flags that the Marines have placed.

"Now listen closely.  This is very important.  Each volunteer is allowed one
extra person, so if your CAP score is 6.7 instead of two selections you're are
allowed three.  And if your CAP score is 7.5, instead of four selections
you're allowed five.

"Volunteers.  When you get to the front of the line, the Marine there will see
your CAP score and yell to his fellow Marine how many selections you are
permitted.  The Marine in the concubines' line will send the right number of
people to you.

"As soon as they come over, say, 'I select you.'

"You will be directed to a transport pad.  Lead your selections through the
beam.

"Again, this is very important.  As soon as you and your selections are in the
transport room on the ship, you are to say, 'I give my selections to the Civil
Service.'

"We have enough slots so that everyone here can be extracted.  Your actual
selections will take place later.

"Volunteers, please quickly file down and form your three lines.

"Pre-packs, please quickly file down behind the reviewing stand.  Bring your
selections with you and wait there.

"Those people with CAP scores of less than 6.5, and who want to be extracted
remain in your seats.  Once the volunteer lines are formed, we will then tell
you to form your lines.  Do not move until we tell you."

The lines of volunteers formed fairly quickly.  Since half of the volunteers
were midshipmen who had learned to obey orders instantly, I was not surprised.

The forty Marines in the landing party were placed where they could supervise
the forming lines as well as remind the volunteers what to say.  Most of the
Marines were placed to supervise the drone lines.  It was here we expected
some panic and lack of discipline.

Twenty minutes later the volunteer lines had formed-we had one hundred thirty
minutes left before our ship had to depart.

As soon as there was an adequate amount of volunteers in each line, I had the
Marines release the concubines, section by section, to form their lines.  As
expected, there was confusion and yelling.  I kept repeating that no one
should speak except for the volunteer when he accepted his selections.

After a while, things calmed down and the lines moved faster.

There were twenty-eight minutes left; I was starting to relax.

With the lines almost coming to an end in sight I ordered the pre-packs to
form up at the end of the volunteer lines.  If the pre-packs were not at a
maximum when they reached to transport pad, Marines would add the maximum
number of selections until the number of concubines was exhausted.




Meanwhile, outside of the force field Petty Officer 3rd Class Pam Murphy
continued her surveillance role.  Captain Davidson had asked for volunteers
and she was one of the two picked.  Their job would be to dress as civilians
and mingle outside, and let the captain know if things were getting out of
hand.

Murphy was twenty-two years old and had a CAP score of 6.5.  She had been an
emergency room nurse, and after extraction joined the Navy and had been
assigned to the medical units of various extraction ships.  She had been on
this ship for eight months with her family unit of Maureen and Stanley.

Since she would not be in the front lines of combat she chose to be only six-
feet tall, which was one of the reasons they had picked her-she could dress in
ripped jeans and a sweater with her hair in a ponytail that would let her fit
in with the civilians.

The academy anticipated that there would be problems during graduation.  That
so many volunteers would be in one place was expected to be a magnet for the
fanatics.  The Commandant requested volunteers from the local police forces
and the nearby National Guard unit to provide security.

"Between the National Guard and the local police there were three hundred
security personnel surrounding Annapolis.  They were all armed, mostly with
shotguns, and the sheer number of them seemed to have intimidated the nut
cases.

Even before the force field had gone up, she had met one of the National Guard
volunteers.  He was about twenty-two years old with a cute face, and clutched
his shotgun as if daring someone to challenge him.

Murphy said to him with a grin, "Hi, soldier.  Am I safe here?"

He looked at her, and then looked again to make sure she was as pretty as he
thought.  He replied, "You're safe if you're with me.  There are three hundred
of us and nobody is going to screw up this graduation.  We're protecting the
cadets so that they can kick ass when they meet the Sa'arm."

She thought to herself that he was a real Boy Scout and pretty naïve, but on
the other hand, he was cute and he reminded her of her older brother who had
been her best friend until his death in a car accident.

"Are you going to fight the Sa'arm, too?" she asked.

He blushed and looked embarrassed.  Finally, he said, "I would if they let me,
but I didn't cut it with my CAP score.  I'm only a 5.7."

She replied, "Well, you're doing your part by protecting the cadets.  I think
that's pretty nice.  Can I stay with you as you guard?"

I blushed again and stuttered, "I'd...I'd like that."

They talked for the next twenty minutes.  She came to the conclusion that he
was just a nice guy, who wasn't the smartest, or the quickest or strongest
person around, but was an honest, uncomplicated, young man growing up doing
what he thought was right.  His name was Tom.

His job was to walk the wall perimeter checking that at each opening in the
wall there were four guards, and to let his lieutenant know if the guards
suspected any problems.  Next to the wall perimeter was a street.  The
civilians had to stay on their side of the street while the guards were on
their side.

They had walked up to one guard post where four policemen were on duty, but
with them were six young adult females-two of them with babies-and two
fourteen-year-old girls.  The two girls were begging the police to let them
sneak in to watch the graduation.  Tom walked up and listened to them and
asked, "What are your names?"

The chubby, going on fat teenager said, "I'm Jessica."

The rail thin other girl said, "I'm Beth."

Tom looked at the police and said, "I'd say let them in.  They're not going to
cause any trouble and maybe they'll get lucky."

The cops looked at each other and shrugged.  One said, "Okay, girls.  Just
stand way back and watch."

As Pam and Tom walked away, Pam asked, "I don't understand.  What kind of
guard duty is it when six females can stand with you, and are you saying those
two little girls are going to get lucky and have sex?"

Tom started laughing.  Finally, he said, "My lieutenant is a pretty smart
officer.  He told us that he would bet they might try an extraction today
because of all the high CAP scores with the cadets.  So the policemen and
National Guard volunteers were allowed to bring their wives, or girlfriends,
or even just friends.  Over half of the volunteer guards today are women,
since they would have a much better chance to be picked than a man.

"I wasn't talking about sex for Jessica and Beth, but rather the closer they
got to the graduation ceremony, the better chance they would be picked up if
there were an extraction."

Minutes later an opaque wall appeared around the parade ground.  "Holy shit,"
yelled Tom.  It's an extraction-LT was right."

He turned to Pam and said, "Don't move.  I have to do something.  He pulled
out his cell phone and seconds later said, "Hi, Annie.  There really is an
extraction going on right now.  You and your girlfriend should come right away
and go to the south gate.  Remember, you have to say you're 'friends of Bill,'
and they'll let you in.  Just do what they say."

He disconnected the phone and said to Pam, "The lieutenant had a plan that if
an extraction did happen, we could call our relatives and close friends and we
could slip them into the area.  If the extraction needed more volunteers and
concubines, they might let us in.  Annie is my sister, so I had to call her.

"It doesn't matter to me with my CAP score, but my sister and her girlfriend
might get picked if they need more concubines.

"If you want to take the chance of being selected, you should go to the same
place where my sister is going to be."

Pam was surprised at how little jealousy Tom showed.  She said, "I'll stay
with you."

Another two hours went by as the extraction continued.  When Tom and Pam
walked by the area where friends and relatives had been stashed, Pam was
surprised to see how many people were there talking quietly among themselves.
She decided to call it in.

________________________

A voice said to me, "Captain, this is Petty Officer Murphy outside the force
field."

I had picked two of the smaller military people-a Marine and a Navy nurse-to
put on civilian clothes and covertly watch the activity outside the
containment area.  I was hoping that things would not get out of hand, and
that a massacre would not start during the extraction.  Murphy was one of my
eyes.

I said, "Go ahead, Murphy."

"Captain, the volunteer police and National Guard security people set up a
system and got all their people through the crowd, and now we have 300 guards
and 680 more people who are with them.

"Is there anything you can do for them?"

I grimaced and thought that the colonel was going to castrate me with a dull
knife for what I was thinking.

I said, "Stand by, Murphy."

I yelled, "Extraction team.  Stop the lines as soon as all concubines have
been transported.  Do not transport any volunteer who doesn't have the maximum
number of drones allowed-we might have more people coming."

"AI, of the 980 guards and people the guards told to join them, how many have
CAP scores of 6.5 or higher?

The AI replied, "There are 140 of the 980 people who have a CAP score of 6.5
or higher.  The average of the CAP scores is 6.7."

I requested, "If each volunteer elects to have a supernumerary, where do we
stand on how many we can take?"

The AI replied, "In the original extraction there was room for 404 more
drones.  Ten additional potential concubines came to the graduation, so the
number of additional selections possible is now 394.

"The new 140 volunteers can take an additional 420 concubines if they all take
a supernumerary.  The total number of concubines that can be allowed is now
814.  If the estimate is correct, all but 26 potential drones would be allowed
to transport."

I thought to myself that the numbers were close enough to try.

I said, "AI, put another force field isolating the guards and friends from the
crowd.  Make sure Murphy and the Marine are within the new area.  When that is
done, open up communication to everyone."

The AI said, "Force field is up.  Communication is open.  You have twenty-
three minutes before the extraction is terminated."

I said, "Everyone, listen up.  We are going to attempt to extract the security
guards and their friends, and we have very little time.

"Marines in the extraction area, do not let any sponsor transport unless they
have a full complement of concubines-we need every slot available.

"Police and National Guard soldiers, please follow instructions and do it
quickly.  We are going to open to portals to the extraction area.  They will
be marked.  As you get close to the portal, drop any weapon you have-anyone
caught with a weapon with be shot.

"For those with CAP scores of 6.5 or higher run to form a line behind any of
the three white flags-the Marines will direct you.  If you have someone you
want to take with you, keep them with you.

"Have your CAP score out.  The Marines at the front of the white flag lines
will tell you what to do.  Don't ask questions-just do it.

"Anyone who is not with a volunteer and whose CAP score is less than 6.5, form
three lines behind the red flags.  Follow the instructions.

"Go.  We have very little time."

I went sub-vocal and said, "Murphy, you and your partner should have some
phosphorous grenades transported down to you.  Make sure all the weapons on
the ground are destroyed."

What had been an orderly chaos just became a circus-people were tripping over
each other, children were crying, and Marines were yelling and cursing.  I
didn't think it could get worse.

It did.  The AI said, "The exact number is that there are thirty more
concubines than are allowed.  They will not be transported.  There are
thirteen minutes left before extraction is terminated."

The lines were starting to become organized and picked up their pace.

I had a thought and asked, "AI, of the forty member extraction team, how many
drone slots are available including if they elected to take a supernumerary?"

The AI answered, "There are forty-five slots open."

I went vocal and yelled, "Extraction Marines.  Form up on the white lines and
have the AI inform you if there are any additional concubines permitted in
your family.  If so, take and release what you are allowed.

"Hurry men.  We're running out of time."

On the field Tom turned to Pam and said, "Go for it.  You're so pretty you're
sure to be picked."

Pam smiled, "Aren't you going?"

Tom said, "No one would pick me."

Pam pulled a green arm band from her pocket and put it on, which signaled to
the extraction team that she was one of them.  She giggled at Tom, grabbed his
hand and said, "I'm part of the extraction team.  I pick you.  Will you go
with me?"

Tom was stunned and said, "Shit, yes."

As they neared the portal, stacks of shotguns and handguns were lying on the
ground.  She pulled the pin on both grenades and dropped them in the middle of
the pile as they ran by.

There were only a few of the extraction team left.  Pam and Tom ran to the
extraction pad and disappeared.

Two minutes later the only people left were a few sitting in the stands, and
the Commandant.

I walked to one of the transport pads.  It was quiet.  I looked at the
Commandant who was standing at attention behind the podium, and saluted.  He
returned my salute.

I turned and walked into the transport beam.

As I walked out of the beam I spotted a very harassed looking Colonel.  I
walked up to him and said, "The extraction was successful-five or six refused
to come as did the Commandant, the rest are here."

The colonel started yelling, "How the fuck did you pick up a thousand more
bodies than the plan called for?  We just transported up almost thirteen
thousand fucking people.  Do you know what that did to...how the fuck can you
always manage to do something that no one expects?  What are we...Oh, fuck.
Good job, Captain.

"You had it easy.  The cluster fuck was here.  The Darjee piloting the ship
had complete nervous breakdowns, and the space fleet auxiliary personnel had
to take over.  The Civil Service officer had her own breakdown and had to be
heavily sedated.  We have jammed twelve and thirteen people to a pod, and
ignored whether they were volunteers or drones.  The replicators are producing
mattress pads as fast as they can-there are not nearly enough beds for
thirteen thousand bodies.

"The AI is going pod by pod asking about medical emergencies.  The walking
emergencies were told to tie a red ribbon on their arm and try to find
medical.  Half of them got lost, but the red ribbons helped the crew find
them.  The non-walking medical are being assisted to the medical section by
the crew-we even had some of the stewards join in to help."

I said, "Excellent, Sir.  What are you going to do next?"

He stared at me and said, "I'm going to my quarters and plan to get stinking
drunk.  You're in charge.  Take care of this...this cluster of all clusters."

I said, "Yes, Sir."

He turned to leave the transport area and then turned back to me and said,
"Captain Rule Bender...you performed.  My hat's off to you."

I walked to the mess hall, ordered a cup of coffee and thought about the days
ahead.

I said, "AI, are we under way."

"Yes."

I asked, "Are there any of our ships heading towards Earth?"

The AI answered, "Yes, the extraction vessel Going-Going is four days out.
The colonel ordered them to meet with us, and we will transport volunteers and
drones to them to even out the load."

I asked, "AI, what is our transit time to Solo?"

It answered, "It will take five weeks.  The ship has been ordered to divert to
Demeter to pick up new communication equipment whose signal the Sa'arm can't
detect.  The equipment is needed for training at Solo.  The ship will be at
Demeter for six hours and then continue to Solo."

I sat in the mess hall trying to get a plan together.  It was now 5:30 in the
evening.  I finally told the AI, "Connect me to every pod."

"You are connected."

I said, "This is Captain Davidson.  I know your quarters are uncomfortable.
In four days we will transfer half of you to another ship where you will be
taken to your final destination, which is the third planet in the Solarium
system.  The planet is called Solo.  During these four days, you will be
transferred to other pods as some type of organization takes place.  Please
try to cooperate with these moves.

"This extraction was unusual.  We detected the Sa'arm approaching the Earth's
system.  If they entered into our system, we would have been detected, and
worse, Earth would have been detected.  So we extracted and left Earth.

I'm sorry to say, if the Sa'arm are attacking Earth, there will be no pickups.
If the Sa'arm do bypass the Earth's system, future ships will pick up those
children that the volunteer has agreed to take.

"I know you are crammed into pods, and are uncomfortable.  However, be warned
that any assault or improper behavior against an unselected drone by any
volunteer or drone will be dealt with severely-it will be the death penalty.
The AI is monitoring all pods, so any non-consensual contact will be known.

"Orientation lectures will be given twice a day when you are in your pods.
These lectures will explain the rights and obligations of the sponsors.

"Any of you-whether you are a volunteer or a concubine-must keep your children
under fourteen years old with you, or secured in your pod.

"Also during these four days sponsors will be given the opportunity to choose
their concubines.   There will be a slight deviation in the selection process.
If this were a normal extraction the concubines would have agreed to be owned
by the sponsor before being transported to the ship.  The concubines would
have no rights once on the ship.  Since this extraction did not permit that
agreement, a sponsor must ask a potential concubine to be his or her
concubine, and the concubine will be given the choice to accept or reject that
offer.

"I must warn you concubines that upon reaching Solo, which is our final stop,
if you have not found a sponsor, you will be given to the Civil Service.  In
the Civil Service, if you are female, you will either be pregnant or working.
The first lecture tomorrow will describe what 'working' means, but the short
of it is that you will be making yourself available to those volunteers who
wish some pleasure.  Most drones, which is another name for you concubines,
are unhappy in the Civil Service, so it would be to your advantage to avoid
this situation by giving yourself to a sponsor here on board ship.

"I encourage sponsors to actively seek out your concubines in the next four
days.  For all sponsors who have their maximum number of concubines that you
are allowed, you will be transferred to the ship that we are meeting, be given
your own pod, and you and your concubines will be allowed to begin
augmentation.

"Beginning now, all concubines are not allowed to wear clothes.  There are
shifts available in each pod.  Please take off all your clothes and put them
on the replicator pad for recycling.  All you're allowed to wear is the shift.
For now, jewelry and body ornaments can by worn.  When you are selected, your
sponsor will decide what you can wear.  If you are discovered outside your pod
with any clothes on, you will be forced to remove them and your shift, and
remain naked for the balance of the day.  If the AI reports you are wearing
clothing other than your shift inside the pod, he will report it to us, and
your clothes will be taken from you.

"The end result for both sponsors and drones is that those who are wearing
clothes are immediately recognized as sponsors, and those wearing shifts or
are naked are concubines.

"We have more than twice as many people as this ship was configured to carry,
so the procedure will be the following.  All volunteers and concubines in the
red ring, and clusters one through seven in the white ring are required to
exit their pods at six tonight and proceed to the mess hall for dinner.  You
must stay either in the mess hall or in the collection area.  After eating,
sponsors should start selecting their concubines.  No one can return to their
pod prior to nine o'clock unless they are part of a complete family.  Everyone
must be in their pods by midnight.

"Those in the white ring in clusters eight through fourteen, and all those in
the blue ring must eat in their pods tonight.  Tomorrow morning at six you
must leave your pods and proceed to the mess hall for breakfast.  Again, after
eating, sponsors should start selecting their concubines.  All of you must
stay out of your pods for a minimum of three hours, and a maximum of six
hours-everyone must be back in their pods by noon.

"At noon, those people who ate dinner tonight in the mess hall, will have
lunch in the mess hall, and be allowed outside their pods for six hours, and
so on.  The AI will be announcing the schedule as the day progresses.  The
clusters chosen for each six hour cycle will change so that eventually all in
each of the three rings in both the fore and aft sections of the ship will be
exposed to each other.  I urge both volunteers and concubines to use the time
outside your pods wisely.

"Pod assignments will be changing constantly as concubines are chosen, and
families are formed.  Check with the AI before returning to your pod to see if
your pod assignment has changed.  If you forget to check and the pod door will
not open for you, ask the AI where your new pod is located.

"In five minutes, the first six hour cycle will start."

I finally closed communication with the pods and got another cup of coffee.  I
wondered to myself how big a fiasco this would be.

Five minutes later the AI announced that the first six hour cycle had begun,
and repeated who should leave their pods, and warned that drones had to be in
shifts.  Moments later people were entering the mess hall-I guessed that one
in thirty were naked.  Most of the naked females were crying, while the naked
men just looked embarrassed.


Margaret Wilson, called Maggie by her friends, was in the red ring, cluster
four, pod twelve when the announcements were made.  She was forty-two years
old; a mother of four children all over fourteen years old.  The years of
bringing up the family had taken their toll-she was not overly pretty and was
at least thirty pounds overweight.

She had been at the graduation ceremony to see her youngest boy receive his
diploma.  With a CAP score of 6.0 she was not dumb and being brought up as a
military brat and then marrying an officer, who ten years into the marriage
was killed in action, she was comfortable with the military and orders.

She quickly stripped out of her clothes and put on her shift.  She noticed,
but said nothing, that another woman in the pod had left her panties on as she
changed into her shift.

She was the first to leave her pod as she walked to the mess hall.  She chose
a light selection from the menu and it appeared on a tray.  She walked up and
down the rows of tables until she spotted a potential-he looked to be barely
fourteen years old, not very tall with reddish hair.  He looked scared and
frightened, and he was wearing clothes.

Margaret walked up to him and said, "Would it bother you if I sat here?"

He had jumped when she started talking, but then stammered, "It wouldn't
bother me."

Neither spoke until Margaret said, "My name is Maggie.  Can I ask what your
name is?"

He answered, "My name is Jimmy."

She continued, "Hi, Jimmy.  I don't know about you, but I was really scared
when this started, and I'm still scared now.  I just want to talk to
someone..."

Jimmy interrupted, "You can talk to me.  I'm by myself."

The floodgates opened and Jimmy talked non-stop for the next fifteen minutes
describing his fears.  He was a computer nerd in school, shy with only few
friends, none of which were female.  His CAP score was 6.7.

"So, Jimmy," she said, "Your next job is to pick out three females that you
are going to live with.  Their job will be to keep you happy.  Your job will
be to keep them pregnant.  Have you a plan how to choose them?"

Jimmy looked miserable as he whispered, "No.  I don't know anything about
girls."

Maggie smiled at him and asked, "Do you want a suggestion?"

"Yes, please."

"Well, Jimmy, if I were you I'd pick two girls your age so you can relate to
them.  Just think, it would be terrible if you had three women my age-I think
it would be difficult to get comfortable with three old women.

"On the other hand, if you had three girls your age that might be a problem.
You're duty is to get them pregnant, so it's likely that in a year or so you
should have three babies.  Do the girls know how to raise babies?  Do you?  I
think that could be a problem."

Jimmy looked at Maggie, "Then I should have one old female and two young
ones."

She answered, "I think that's a good way to approach your selections."

Jimmy blurted out, "Will you help me pick out the two girls?"

She replied, "Of course, if you want me to.  And the third..."

"I want you," he interrupted.  "You had four kids and raised them.  You know
what mothers are supposed to do.  I really need you."

Maggie smiled at him, "If you ask me to be one of your concubines, I will
agree."

She reached over and grabbed his hand and said, "Let's see if we can find some
girls for you."

They walked around the mess hall until she spotted two young girls.  One was
fairly heavy, and not very pretty.  The other had a cute face, but was very
skinny; and she was naked.  They were both hugging each other and crying.

"Jimmy, I think we should talk to them."

He was blushing and stammered, "But one of them is naked, and they're not very
pretty."

Margaret replied, "You can make them as pretty as you want.  You probably have
dreams about girls at night.  You can make them look like your dreams.  And I
hope you are going to make my body look nice for you."

Jimmy answered, "You talk to them first.  If you like them, I'll talk to
them."

She walked over to them and asked, "Can I sit down and talk to you."

They were surprised and stopped crying, but said nothing.

Maggie sat down and said, "You know, I'm in the same boat you're in.  Some man
is going to choose me, and he could be very nice to me, or be mean.  And he's
going to be the boss-I'm almost a slave.  Have you thought about that?"

The heavy girl said, "Yes, and we're scared we'll get a mean man who'll beat
us."

Margaret said, "By the way, I'm Maggie.  What are your names?"

The skinny one answered, "I'm Beth and she's Jessica."

Margaret asked, "How old are you."

Beth answered, "We're both fourteen and went to school together.  We're best
friends."

She asked, "Why were you at the graduation ceremony?"

Jessica said, "We snuck in-that is, the police guards let us in.  We wanted to
see the midshipmen in their uniforms.  And then, we couldn't get out."

Maggie said, "You could have just sat in the stands."

Jessica replied, "We didn't want to be killed by the Sa'arm, so we just did
what everyone else was doing, but we didn't know it would be like this.  Beth
just wanted to keep her panties on, and now she's naked.  That's mean."

Maggie asked, "Did you have boyfriends that you left behind?"

Beth said, "We're too ugly to have boyfriends.  I'm too skinny and Jessica's
too fat."

Maggie continued, "So you never had sex?"

Jessica blurted, "Not with a boy."

Both girls immediately blushed and looked at each other.

She didn't want to embarrass them, so she pretended not to know what the
blushes meant.

Maggie said, "Fourteen is a very tough age.  Everything is happening at once-
school, boys, sex, and your bodies.  And now this extraction happens and
you're supposed to be adult women.  A man is going to choose you.  He could be
twenty, or forty years old.  You will have to have sex with him, and you're
going to have his babies.

"Do you want some advice?"

Both nodded.

"I've met a young man who is fourteen years old.  His name is Jimmy.  He's
really shy and probably as scared as you two.  I suggested he come over to
talk to you, but he sent me instead.

"I raised two boys and two girls.  I think I can tell if someone your age is
nice or not.  I think Jimmy is nice.  His CAP score is 6.7 so he gets to have
three concubines.  You are best friends.  If he takes both of you, you'll be
together.  Otherwise, you'll be separated-maybe even living on two different
planets.

"Do you want to talk to him?"

Beth said, "I want to talk to him, but I don't want him to see me naked."

Maggie smiled, "He doesn't want to see you naked either-that's why I'm here.
But if he chooses you, he will do more than see you naked.  You will sleep
with him...and much more.

"So, do you want to meet him?"

They looked at each other and nodded.

She went back to Jimmy and said, "They're your age and are very nice.  They
are shy.  Beth is embarrassed that she is naked, and Jessica thinks she's fat.
I think you should talk to them."

Jimmy and I went back to the girls.  Beth had her arm hiding her tiny breasts.

Maggie said, "Girls, this is Jimmy.  Jimmy, this is Beth and Jessica."

No one said anything, so Margaret continued, "Jimmy will decide what your new
bodies will look like.  If he asked you how you wanted to look, what would you
say?"

Beth said, "I don't want to be skinny."

Jessica said, "I don't want to be fat."

Jimmy giggled and said, "So all I have to do is have you two switch bodies."

They yelled, "NO," and then started giggling too.

Jimmy said, "I went to Southwest high school.  Where did you go?"

Beth said, "We both went to Central.  We're best friends."

Beth was no longer hiding her breasts as they started talking.

Ten minutes later Jimmy looked at Margaret and asked, "Can I talk to you?"

They walked a few feet away and Jimmy whispered, "I like them.  Do you?"

Maggie said, "I think they're perfect for you.  You should go ask them."

Jimmy and she went back to where the girls were sitting, and asked, "I think
we would have fun together.  Would you agree to be my concubines?"

Without even looking at each other they both quickly said, "Yes."

Then Jimmy looked at Margaret and said, "I want you, too."

Maggie smiled and said, "I would be happy to be in your concubine.

"I think we should tell the AI."

Jimmy nodded and said, "AI, I have chosen my concubines.  I choose Margaret,
Beth, and Jessica."

The AI responded, "Noted.  Your family unit is completed.  You are now
assigned to blue ring, cluster eight, pod 3.  You will be with others who have
completed their choices.  In three days you will transport to your new ship
where a permanent pod will be assigned to you.

"Tomorrow during your six hour cycle outside the pod, you and your concubines
should go to the medical section.  You and your concubines will be given the
basic medical scan.  It will take fifteen minutes for each of you.  Before
entering the medical chamber, you and your concubines must remove any clothing
prior to the scan.

"You are now responsible for your concubines.  They must follow your orders."

Jimmy asked, "When can I change their bodies?"

The AI answered, "When you transport to the new ship, augmentation will
begin."

The AI went quiet.

Maggie suggested to Jimmy, "Let's go to our new pod, so Beth can get a shift
to wear.  Maybe we can start talking about what you want us to look like, and
maybe you might ask us what we want to look like."

Jimmy said, "I like that.  Let's go."

As they walked to the hatch painted blue, Maggie thought to herself, "I really
was kind of pushy, but they're so young.  I was a good mother the first time,
and I'm going to be a good mother again.  These kids need me, and I need them.
I want to be loved and fucked again, and have babies.  This whole thing may
work out."


Midshipmen Andy Price waited with his two concubines-midshipmen Annie Summers
and midshipmen Tammy Waters-for the pod doors to open so that they could go to
the mess hall for dinner.

They were a partial pre-pack.  When Annie and Tammy failed to score 6.5 on
their CAP scores, they quickly agreed that Andy was their perfect sponsor.
Outside the football field, where he was the most aggressive corner linebacker
that Annapolis had ever seen, he was kind, friendly, and always had words of
encouragement.  And as women who had been given the opportunity to find out,
he could fuck you until you felt like a rag.

Bending the rules, both Annie and Tammy had been bedded by him during their
junior year.  When they failed their CAP test, they had quickly agreed to be
Andy's drones.

So when the extraction started, they teamed up as a partial pre-pack, and were
transported to the ship.

The current problem was that Andy had a CAP score of 7.6 and had to find three
more concubines.

Annie said, "Well, we need one more male.  When you're not taking care of me,
I need an alternate cock."

Tammy added, "Me too."

Andy said, "That's fine, but I still think I need at least one additional hot
female-maybe two."

Annie replied, "Andy, I think one more hot female is plenty.  What we really
need is a mom to take care of the kids that will be popping out of us.  I love
to fuck, but I'm not into baby rearing 101."

They were quiet for a few moments and then Andy said, "Okay, you girls find a
super-sexed female for me, and I'll find another male.  Then we'll find us a
super-mom."

A few minutes later the AI announced that the pod doors were open so that we
could go to dinner at the mess hall.  Both Annie and Tammy were wearing their
shifts-being almost naked for them was instinctive.

They ordered their dinners and when the trays appeared they went to an empty
table.  As they were eating Andy was checking out those in the tables around
him.  Finally, he spotted something somewhat unusual-a man with one leg-he was
wearing a prosthesis, which could be clearly seen as it was not hidden by the
shift he was wearing.  Andy looked at Annie and Tammy and said, "I'm off.  You
two find a hot female and I'll get a male."

Andy walked up to the man and asked, "Got a few minutes?"

The man answered, "Hell, I got the rest of my life.  Sit down."

Andy asked, "What's your name?  How old are you, and how did you lose your
leg?"

The man grinned and answered, "Don't waste any time, do you?  My name is
Keith.  I'm forty-one, and an IED got me on my second tour in the middle-
east."

Andy asked, "Are you married...kids?"

Keith replied, "Divorced-my wife couldn't stand being around a one-legged
cripple, so she dumped me.  She got custody of the two kids."

Andy continued, "What was your rank?"

Keith answered, "I made sergeant in the Marines.  I was up for promotion when
the mine got me.  I wanted to stay in the Marines, but they wouldn't let me.
I was a pretty good Marine, and loved the Corps."

Andy said, "Give me your CAP card so I can scan it."

Keith handed over the card and Andy swiped it through the reader.  Andy said,
"Your sub-scores are good-loyal, good empathy, and your sexual drive is an
8.3-you must like to fuck?"

Keith blushed and said, "That's another thing my wife hated-I wanted her at
least once a day, and she thought twice a week was too much.  It was another
problem in our marriage."

Andy decided, "Okay, Keith, here's the situation.  I get to pick five drones.
I've already picked two-they're both twenty-two and were in school with me.
I've road tested them-they love sex.  Right now they're out trying to round up
a third hot one about the same age.  So I'm going to have three highly-sexed
females in my family.  I need another male to service them when I'm away or
when they want more than I can give them.  I don't, however, want an ego
problem, or someone who will be confused with the male pecking order in my
little family.

"He also has to be a dad for the kids that will be popping out.

"Are you interested?"

Keith instantly said, "Promise me a new leg and a chance to fuck whoever is
free that you don't want that day and I'm your man."

Andy replied, "You got it.

"AI, I've chosen Keith."

The AI responded, "Noted."

Just then Annie and Tammy hurried up to the table pulling a third girl.  She
was average looking-nothing bad, but both Annie and Tammy were prettier and
more physically fit.

Annie, blurted our, "This is Peggy.  She was a junior at college, but was on
the edge of flunking out-too many parties.  She wants to join us."

Peggy giggled and said, "I know I can get along with Annie and Tammy and I can
help keep you happy."

Andy asked, "Do you get embarrassed easily?"

Peggy impishly grinned and suddenly took off her shift.  She stood naked in
front of us as she laughed, "No.  And I don't mind if you take me for a test
drive first."

Andy pointed at Keith and asked, "Would you give him a shot, too?"

She turned serious for a second and stared at Andy as she quietly said, "I
didn't study hard at school, but I'm not dumb.  I'm going to be someone's
slut, slave or whatever they want to call me.  Annie and Tammy told me about
you.  I'll do whatever you want me to do if that means that you choose me."

Andy checked her CAP sub-scores and they were consistent-not very maternal,
average discipline, and high sexual drives.

He said, "Put your shift back on.

"AI, I choose Peggy."

The AI answered, "Noted."

He then introduced all three of them to Keith.  Tammie challenged him, "I hope
you like to fuck."

Keith laughed, "If Andy says it's okay then I'm sure you won't have any
complaints, although you might be a little sore the next day."

The three girls giggled and Annie said, "I think that's a challenge.  We'll
see."

Just then, Andy felt a tap on his shoulder.  He turned to find a middle-aged,
somewhat heavy woman facing him.

She said, "My name's Agnes.  If these are your concubines, you need someone to
raise the kids-I'm applying for the job."

Andy got a kick out of her aggressiveness and asked, "What are your
credentials?"

She grinned and said, "I raised five good kids.  For the last five years I've
been the house mother at a sorority whose university is considered the top
party school in the Midwest.  Before I got married I had fun experimenting
with sex and didn't particularly care if my partner for the night was male or
female."

Andy asked, "From what you've seen, what do you think of my concubines?"

Agnes giggled, "Your three females would fit right into my sorority house.
They're going to keep you busy.  I'm glad you chose one old fart to be the
number two man of the house.  I think you got exactly what you wanted-so far."

He looked at his chosen four and raised his eyebrow in question.  They grinned
in answer.

He said, "AI, I choose Agnes."

"Noted.

"You are now assigned to blue ring, cluster four, pod four.  You will be the
only ones in it until other family units are completed.  Since you have all
your concubines you have access to your pod whenever you want it."

Andy was grinning now and announced, "Gang, let's go to the pod.  I would like
to road test Annie, Peggy, and Tammie, while Keith and Agnes might want to
work out how they are going to keep us from being the party pod of this ship."

They left hand in hand moments later.

______________________________________________________________

Doris McKeever, owner and CEO of McKeever Enterprises, had a problem.  Doris
was very successful in the business world since there were very few problems
that she could not solve.  She was not shy.

She spotted the Captain who ran the extraction sitting at a table watching the
chaos around him.

She walked up to him and said, "Captain, my name is Doris.  My CAP score is
7.4, and I've got a problem that I think you can solve."

I said, "What's your problem, Doris?"

She glared at me for a second and replied, "I'm hard core gay.  Can't stand
men, and don't like pushy women either.

"I've already figured out I need one man in my family so that his cock will be
in me at least once a year trying to make me a mother.  I'll probably dope
myself up for that adventure so I won't remember what a cock feels like.

"But right now I want to know how to find gay, female drones."

I thought that if ever I met a dominant female, this one certainly fits the
description.

I said, "Doris, it's easy.  Just ask the AI to point out the gay females.  It
knows their CAP score and the sub scores so save yourself a lot of trouble and
have him find you gay females with a submissive bent."

Doris answered, "You better believe they better be submissive or I'll kick
their ass.

"Thank you for your help."

She said, "AI."

"Yes."

"I'm going to walk up and down the tables in the mess hall and later meander
around the collection hall.  I want you point out to me the female drones who
are gay; and they must be submissive."

The AI replied, "I will do what you ask."

She started walking and almost immediately spotted a middle-aged man and woman
dressed in shifts and holding hands.  They did not look happy.

She walked up to them and said, "My name is Doris.  Are you friends or are you
married?"

The man stared at her and replied, "My name is Tom and this is my wife Mary.
We've been married for twenty years.  Our twins are fifteen years old and were
extracted five months ago."

Doris bluntly said, "Well, you're not married now and if things take their
course, Mary will be on her back with a new man getting his kicks and you'll
probably be servicing a new female."

Tom nodded his head that he already had thought that out and Mary continued to
look miserable.

Indecision not being one of Doris' traits she continued, "Here's the deal.
I'm gay.  I get five picks and three of them are going to be hard core
lesbians.  I need one man to get me pregnant whenever I'm forced into it.
Other than shooting his junk into me for that one purpose, I'll ignore him
other than he will have to help keep the pod together.

"If I get four gay females, this man is going to be one very lonesome person.
If I choose both of you, you'll be together and I'll set up the pod so that
you'll live together.

"That doesn't mean I'll ignore you, Mary.  At times, you're going to share my
bed with me, and if I feel like it, with me and another one or two of my
concubines.

"So that's the deal I'm offering you-take it or leave it.  You have two
minutes to make up your mind."

Mary had blushed violently when she heard what she had to do.  Tom pulled her
aside and they had an animated conversation.  It ended with Tom kissing Mary
on the forehead.

He turned to Doris and said, "We agree to your deal."

Doris softened her expression a bit and quietly said, "I'm not quite the bitch
that I pretend to be.  I won't bed Mary that often unless it turns out to be
enjoyable for her.  You, on the other hand, will fuck all of us enough times
that we are kept pregnant-whether you or my other girls like it or not.

"AI, I choose Tom and Mary."

"Noted."

She approached a female that the AI had indicated matched her requirements and
said, "I'm gay.  I'm looking for three other gay women who will kiss my ass.
If you like that better than having a man or men fuck you nightly, tell me."

Thirty minutes later Doris had picked three women, acknowledged them to the AI
and received her new pod assignment.  She quickly led her concubine to the new
pod to test her choices.

__________________________________________________________________


When Pam stepped into the transport room with Tom, one of the Marines in the
room said, "Okay, release him to the Civil Service."

Pam laughed and replied, "This one is a keeper-he's mine."

As she led him to her pod in the crew's quarters, she thought about how this
might affect her family.  When she had been extracted at a movie theater, her
best friend Maureen was with her, which made her first pick easy.  She and
Maureen had grown up together and, after some experimentation, realized that
they loved men but when they had the opportunity, sex between them was equally
satisfying.

Her second pick was a male.  She thought they needed an older, more
experienced male and chose a middle management person working in advertising.
His name was Stanley.

Stanley was a mistake-not a huge one, but a mistake nevertheless.  The sex was
fine but he was always right on the edge of trying to take control of the pod.
Early on he insisted that he wear regular clothes and be able to drink
alcohol.  She had agreed after his five days of nagging wore her down.  He
liked his beer.

It never got bad enough that she had to do something about the situation-he
could be fine for weeks and then get cranky.  She and Maureen and become used
to his moods.

As they approached her pod she said, "I have two hours before I pull my
medical shift.  I'm going to introduce you to Maureen and Stanley and then
I'll go on duty.  We can talk tomorrow."

As they walked into the pod she spotted Stanley sitting in a chair sipping
beer.  Maureen was behind him in the kitchen area and rolled her eyes at Pam.

She said, "Maureen and Stanley, this is Tom and he is part of our family now.
The captain allowed..."

Stanley interrupted, "You're not allowed three concubines; you can only have
two."

Irritated, Pam continued, "We had more concubines than we had volunteer
allotments, so the AI let all of us get one supernumerary.  Tom is mine."

Tom walked up to Stanley and reached out to shake his hand.  He said, "Hi,
Stanley."

Stanley ignored Tom's outstretched hand and said to Pam, "I've been stuck in
this pod all day because of the fucking extraction while you're out having
fun.  It's not fair."

Stanley stood up and brushed by Tom to go to the replicator for another beer.
When Pam saw this she said, "Stanley, you could have asked Tom if he wanted a
beer."

Stanley, letting his hours of beer sipping take control said, "He can get his
own fucking beer."

Maureen jumped in and tried to help the situation as she said, "Tom, do you
want a beer?"

Tom was uncomfortable and replied, "Just a glass of water, please."

Pam had just worked a difficult assignment and she was a little tired.  She
had brought Tom into her family and assumed both of her concubines would
welcome him.  Stanley had ruined the welcome.  And she knew she had to go to
her duty shift shortly.  She was pissed.

She went sub-vocal and said, "AI, send a security person to my pod
immediately.  When he is outside the pod door, tell me."

Moments later the AI said to her, "Security is outside your pod door."

Everyone had been quiet.  Pam was mad.  Maureen was embarrassed and Stanley
was sulking in self-pity.

Pam stood up and said, "Stanley, I want to talk to you outside.  Follow me."

Stanley sneered, "You can say what you want right..."

Pam interrupted and said, "I said outside, now!"

She walked through the pod door followed reluctantly by Stanley.  A Marine
stood outside waiting for her.

When the pod door closed so that Maureen and Tom couldn't hear, she said, "AI,
I give Stanley to the Civil Service immediately."

"Noted."

"You can't do that" an alarmed Stanley squealed.

Pam looked at the Marine and said, "Would you take this concubine to wherever
they are putting rejected concubines?"

The Marine grinned, "No problem."

Looking at Stanley he said, "Okay, drone.  Take your clothes off."

"What?" stammered Stanley.

The Marine responded, "You have no sponsor, which means you can only wear a
shift.  Without a sponsor, you can have no clothes, no alcohol, and no
privileges.

"So either you take those clothes off, or I will."

The Marine glanced at the ceiling for a second and said to Stanley, "The Civil
Service representative is not available right now.  The AI contacted Captain
Davidson and he decided you will be treated like any other concubine that
transported to the ship today, with one exception-if someone selects you, you
have no right to refuse.

"Your new pod is Red wing, cluster four, pod seven.  Right now you will be the
thirteenth person in that pod."

Pam didn't wait to see Stanley take off his clothes.  She turned around and
went back into her pod.  She walked up to Tom and said, "I'm sorry for that.
Let's try again.  Welcome to my family and I think a kiss is in order."

Tom grinned and swept her into his arms as he hugged and kissed her.

Pam stepped back and said, "Maureen, I think a welcome kiss from you is
appropriate."

Maureen grinned and jumped into his arms as she kissed him.

When they were done kissing, Pam said, "Then to make the family complete,
Maureen come here."

Without another word, the two women kissed each other.

Finally, Pam said, "Maureen, I've got duty.  Take care of Tom and show him his
new home.  I'm going to be the first to fuck him but you two can do everything
but that until tomorrow when I'll take care of that happy chore."

Tom looked happy but confused.  He asked, "Where's Stanley."

Pam answered, "Looking for a new sponsor.  I made a mistake, and now I've
fixed the mistake.  I think the three of us are going to be very happy
together."
________________________________________________________________

I was sitting in the mess hall sipping coffee three days later reviewing the
progress.  It was going amazingly well.

As was expected the first twenty-four hours were rough.  Ten drones and one
volunteer were caught in improper sexual assaults or aggravated fighting.
About half of these were in each six hour cycle.  When I ordered them stunned
and then recycled, everyone learned a lesson.  I only had two more recycled
after that first day.

After the first orientation lecture described the rights of the sponsors, the
lack of rights for the concubines, and the 'relief' houses of the Civil
Service, potential concubines became much more motivated to find the right
sponsor-and if not the right sponsor, almost any sponsor.

Sponsors were anxious to start the augmentation process for both themselves
and their concubines.  Until they had a full family unit, augmentation was not
permitted.  Further, sharing pods with others was a pain and the enticement of
their private pod on the ship meeting us was another motivator.

I had instructed the AI to keep separating the completed families from those
not full.  The six hour rotation in and out of the pods quickly became that
all sponsors with a full a family unit were let out together, and those
sponsors not yet full and all uncommitted drones, were forced together for
each six hour rotation.

Finally-it seemed so obvious-I allowed any sponsor who did not have a
completed family to fill out a questionnaire prepared by the AI that
delineated the qualities he wanted in his remaining selections-maternal
drives, sexual preferences, actual age and so on.  The AI then arranged for
the volunteer to meet those drones who most met his or her criteria.

The combination of all those elements resulted in a very successful three
days.  The ship we were to meet would be full and as of right now our ship was
fifty percent full of volunteers with their selected families.

I expected that the next twenty-four hours would increase our statistics
greatly-no unselected drone wanted their first experience to be with the Civil
Service.

It turned out I was right-as the clock approached midnight for unselected
drones and volunteers without a full complement-the activity was intense.
When we met the ship there were few unselected female concubines or sponsors
without a full load.

There was one exception-male concubines.  We were down to ninety unselected
male concubines and five husband and wife combinations that refused to be
separated, no matter the evils they heard about the Civil Service.

For the male volunteers that were not full, I really didn't want to push a
male into a family unit that could have dire consequences.  If a sponsor with
a 6.7 Cap score had one male and one female concubine, to force another male
into that family was asking for trouble.

On the other hand, when the ship reached Solo the unselected concubines were
fucked.  Upon arrival they would be placed under the authority of the Civil
Service-the ninety males would languish doing nothing, since the 'relief' that
Marines wanted were predominately a female demand.  And the five couples would
be split up.

I went to Colonel Pearson and explained the situation with the unselected male
drones that, it turned out, were mostly the security guards that had protected
the graduation ceremony.  I told Pearson about my idea, and he agreed that I
could do it, but said to wait until the last moment to execute it.

Later, back in the mess hall sipping coffee, I wondered how the break-in
period was going with the volunteers and their new concubines.


Maggie and Jimmy had gone into augmentation followed two days later by Beth
and Jessica.
.
When the very painful two week recovery period ended, Maggie talked to Jimmy
as the other girls were taking a sedated nap.

"Jimmy," she said, "When Beth and Jessica get over their pain in two days,
they'll expect to have sex with you.  Are you ready for that?"

The buff twenty year old man who was fourteen blushed violently.  He
stuttered, "I don't know anything."

Maggie grinned kindly at him and said, "Then as your drone, I think you should
order me to show you everything about sex-and quickly since you only have two
days."

Jimmy grinned back and said, "Slave, teach me about sex."

She gave him is first blow job that was followed by his first intercourse.
Then he was taught how important his tongue was when bringing a female to
orgasm.  His first day ended with an introduction to anal, which Maggie really
liked although her first husband had not been a big fan of that particular
activity.

The second day was more of the same but Jimmy was now the aggressor.  She came
many times and actually called a time out when he went after her again.

On the third day Beth and Jessica were now pain free.  Maggie talked to them,
"Jimmy is going to want sex with you.  Are you ready?"

The girls blushed.  Beth said, "We don't know anything."  For the next four
hours Maggie took them through basic sex education to advanced.  They were
alternately aroused and then scared.

Jimmy pulled Maggie aside just before we went to the mess hall for dinner.
"Maggie, I'm really nervous, and now I can't decide who to take to bed tonight
because that will look like she's my favorite and I like them both."

She answered, "Jimmy, you have no choice-take them both to bed tonight."

He did and shortly afterward she heard the screams of sexual release, and then
more screams.  In the very early morning she had to go to the bathroom and
heard more groans of passion.

She was sleeping the next morning and had become aroused in her dreams-her
tits were being teased and sucked, and suddenly she knew that they really
were.  It was Jimmy.

She grinned, "And did you have a good night?"

He impishly grinned back and said, "We're going to do the same thing tonight
but this time you're going to be with us."

She moaned as he started kissing her stomach and then lower, and thought,
"Yes!"


Keith and Agnes had not been able to sleep for most of the night as the sex-
craved group had partied.

Agnes entered the bedroom the next morning and picked up the clothes and
dildos that had been obviously well used.  The three naked coeds draped
themselves over the single male sprawled across the bed.  Annie was face down
her hand resting on Peggy's breast, a butt plug still visible in her ass.
They were all in deep sleep.

Agnes walked into the bedroom and said to Keith, "Another drunken orgy.  How
do they do it?"

He answered, "Agnes, they're young, they're horny, and Andy will shortly be
fighting the Sa'arm.  Do you blame him?"

"No," she answered.

Keith said, "Since they're sleeping, maybe a little sex for us old folks is in
order."

She grinned as she lifted her shift over her head.


Tom and Mary were upset.  Doris, the hard-core lesbian, had finally pulled the
trigger-she wanted Mary in her bed tonight.  Tom and Mary were husband and
wife, but they had made a pack with the devil-they could stay together but
Mary would, at times, join the other women in bed.  Tom's only job was to
impregnate the lesbian concubines whenever the AI demanded it.

Mary walked fearfully into Doris's room.  Doris and one of her other drones
were there.

Doris said, "Take off your shift."

Mary did and when Doris indicated she should turn around so that they could
see all of her, she complied.

Doris said softly, "You have a beautiful body, Mary.  Go to the bed."

Mary went to the bed and lay down.  She was immediately immersed with tongues
and touches as they devoured her body.  She had expected a quick, but very
embarrassing encounter, but many minutes went by and only light touches and
tongues attacked her.  At some point she felt the start of arousal and it kept
getting worse.

Doris had given strict instructions to her concubine that they would take Mary
to the edge as many times as necessary so that she would be begging them.

Mary finally groaned in pleasure and then pleaded quietly for relief, but none
came.

As the concubine continued to tease Mary's breasts, Doris started to
aggressively lick Mary's lips teasingly close to her clit.

Mary was becoming frantic now and repeatedly lifted her pelvis hoping to get
relief.  She was screaming now-begging to come.

Suddenly, a finger slick with Mary's juices pushed into her ass and a mouth
sucked her clit-she came violently, spasm after spasm jerked her clit into a
willing mouth.

Mary's wail of sexual relief rebounded throughout the pod.

Finally, it was over.  She was exhausted and then found soft lips kissing her
lips.  She heard, "Welcome to our club."

Tom heard Mary's screams and knew that the last, loud wail was Mary having a
huge orgasm.  He wondered if his relationship with Mary would ever be the
same.


Pam and Maureen were sprawled naked on either side of Tom, who was also naked.
They had been fucking and teasing each other for the last three hours and were
now exhausted.

Tom's augmentation had gone well with only slight changes to his body.  Today
was the first time they had to try it out.  His cock had been enlarged and his
libido tweaked so he lasted almost the whole three hours, but now he was on
his back asleep.

Pam and Maureen looked at each other and saw agreement between them-Tom was
going to be perfect for the two of them, and then they too fell asleep.


My thoughts were interrupted as Colonel Pearson sat down.  He said, "Logis 21
was a test of your leadership and now this extraction reinforces your unique
ability to turn shit into dessert.  I've sent my evaluation of you up the
chain and don't be surprised to get a medal or two."

I answered him, "I was bored at Emeter and volunteered but now I miss my
concubines.  Emeter is a fantastic planet.  The township on the lake is a
dream.  If the fucking fight with the Sa'arm were over, all I would want is to
live in Lake Township and raise my family.

"Do we know if Earth is under attack?"

Pearson answered, "Command ordered scouting missions to Earth.  The last
report we received is that the Sa'arm did not enter the Earth's system.  It
was very close.  Extractions will resume, and we are going to start collecting
the pickup information from your little extraction.

"The bottom line is that Earth dodged a bullet."

The next morning the ship arrived at Demeter for a short stop to receive the
communication equipment needed at Solo.

I had ordered that all unselected drones were to meet in the collection area-
ninety males and five couples.  When they were all there I ordered the AI to
put up a force field around the group so that no one from the ship could hear
or see what I was doing.

They nervously looked at me.

I said, "There has been a change of plans.  You people are going to be
transported to the Civil Service at Demeter-you are not going to Solo.

"Demeter is in the middle of a social experiment.  Each year concubines can
elect to join the civilian militia.  If they take that opportunity, they will
have all the rights of a sponsor with a CAP score of 6.5, with the only
exception that they cannot leave Demeter.

"The Civil Service and the AI agree that your status is that of a concubine
and, as soon as you transport down and after a complete orientation about
this, you will be asked to make your choice.

"I wish you all good luck.

"Go to the transport room now-they are expecting you."

When the last of the unselected concubines were gone, I lifted the force
field.  Two hours later we left Demeter.

Another six hour rotation just started as the mess hall was quickly becoming
full.  I nodded to Pearson as I stood up and left the hall.

Now it was my turn to go to my quarters, get drunk, and dream of my concubines
that waited for my return.




Steven T was my editor and caught most of my dumb mistakes.  I thank him and
still admit any mistakes are mine alone.