Part 2 Chapter 1
Saturday and Sunday

Hmm. Nipples taste nice in the morning. I wonder whose it is. Smallish. I think it's young. Yeah, Kim was in bed with Maggie, Jo, Jan and me. Open your eyes, Fred. Yup. It's Kim. Let's see if I can slide out from under without waking her.

Fred Winthrop tried to get out from under the four women in bed with him, but they were stirring and holding on to him. Kim in particular, although asleep, had a near headlock on him and her breast was almost smothering him.

"Mphgg, err. Morning ladies. I'm afraid I have to get up to use the bathroom. And I need to go to work."

Maggie was a little impertinent this morning. "What about our needs? You have to stay here and get us pregnant. You didn't even do all of us last night." Her grin belied the harsh words.

"Not satisfied, hmm? OK. Stay here. Daisy chain or something. No one leaves until you all get off. Then you can go molest Stephen. Leave Robert alone for a bit until we get his heart fixed. Now, I need a shower. Who's on back scrubbing duty?"

From the volunteers, it appeared that his back would get scrubbed four times.

"Araby. As soon as you get a chance, double the width of that bed."

{Acknowledged.}

"Major Spencer, Sir, Mrs. Spencer, I'm glad to see you both. You remember my wife, Alicia. And this is my daughter, Graciella." Tony Rodriguez, along with everyone else, was in civilian clothes and he was also, technically, a civilian, for just a bit longer at least, so he didn't salute as he greeted the ex-officer in the wheelchair, but he was happy to give this man the respect that he deserved.

"Tony, glad to see you as well. You'll excuse me if I don't get out of this thing. It was hard enough getting into it already. Who are all of the rest of these people, Tony? I count about twenty."

"Si, el Major. Hehe, these are all ours. There are seven for me, five for Alicia and three for Graciella and the other eight are under fourteen."

"My God, and I thought our brood was bad. Aileen and I have five and three and we have eight kids also."

"Well, Sir, you know how it is with us brutish, enlisted types. We only think of sex, 200% of the time."

The major spun his wheelchair to face the park. "Sergeant Major, how many of us are actually meeting here, this morning?" the Major queried. "There were twenty-five vets on the initial list." More cars were arriving and people were starting to congregate on the grassy areas.

"Those same twenty-five sponsors, Sir, plus two more that we contacted on short notice, once we got the OK with that final notification. Also, thirteen of the wives, sons or daughters are sponsor status. There may be a brother or something in there as well. It made forty total. We should have one hundred seventy adult concubines and I'm guessing about eighty kids. We also have some 5.5 CAP people in the garrison program. They should total one per original veteran with two concubines each. So, that's another seventy-five adults and thirty or forty kids. Hmmm, it's going to get crowded here, real fast. We'll need to move these cars so we have room to unload."

Even in pain and from his hated wheelchair, Major Spencer was quick and decisive. "Unload all the cars as they arrive, have the people sit over there on the park tables, benches and such, or even just on the grass. It's dry enough, now. Grab the snacks, meds, diaper bags, and whatever from the cars. Take four or five vehicles at a time and go dump them someplace. Use one to bring the drivers back. Rinse and repeat. Drive carefully!" He slapped the armrest of his wheelchair for emphasis. "It would be seriously stupid to get hurt or killed in a traffic accident this close to getting out."

"Yes, Sir. I hear that! ... Hmm, well looky there. Now who do we know that you think would be driving a big Step Van into an isolated park, before six thirty am, on a weekend?"

The van pulled in, turned and backed up with the doors facing the sidewalk near the grassy area that most of the Harem members were congregating in. Two huge men got out, walked to the back, lowered the ramp and rolled up the back door. Three more men were inside. The two larger ones bent down and started assembling a device in the van. The third man walked out and approached the five volunteers. "This better not be everyone, Sar' Major." The grin on his face and the hearty handshake made light of the gruff words.

"You're early, General Sir. Trust an officer to get the time wrong and think everyone else has screwed up. I had better go talk to the working men before things get too messed up." The retired NCO ambled off to check with the Marines in the van, collecting some people to start moving cars in the process. "Perkins, I need you and four more volunteers. You, you, you and you. Front and center."

General Fred Winthrop turned to the Major and the wives. "Major Spencer, we'll have you out of that contraption within a couple of days, however just for future reference, your SUV may have had Right of Way, but a Semi ALWAYS has Right of Weight." He grinned wolfishly. "Yes, it's an old joke, but I'm the General, therefore it's still funny. Aileen, it's always a pleasure. Alicia, when are you going to dump that enlisted Neanderthal of yours and move in with me? Sarah and I have saved a position for you."

"On my back, I am sure," Alicia responded sardonically. "You remember our daughter, Gracie? Three of those over there are hers."

"Congratulations, Gracie. Hmmm, I just can't see you as a six foot seven inch Marine."

"Papa got me LASH! the new Leopard Assault SHuttle add-on for my Flight Simulator program. And I have been taking ground school classes for helicopters and some uhh, borrowed, military flight simulator time at the Fort. I think I want to be an assault shuttle pilot. I just wish they had better guns."

"So do we all, Hon. Later, I'll let you try a Panther sim. OK, your dad's coming back, so go and get your people organized. Major, I am taking you out of here first, because of that wheelchair. If you could have your wife watch both of your Harems for a bit, we'll go up into the truck where they can see us. Tony, join us." The general addressed Tony just as he got back to their group.

Tony turned and headed back towards the van, automatically dropping one step back and to one side of the two officers. Fred pushed the wheelchair up the ramp and turned it around so that Major Spencer could see the rapidly growing crowd. The General gestured out to the growing crowd. "This is what you are going to be working with, Ted. You're going to be the battalion commander of Vulcan's Forge Training Battalion. That's the name of the base, as well. We will start with three companies in training and hopefully work up to four or five at a time. Most of these Cadre people here will be your trainers. You have three Captains and a Sergeant Major somewhere in this mess. Not Tony though, he's mine.

"Hmm. No, actually, I'm wrong. The Captains won't be Captains any more. With that new rank structure it's Ensign, Lieutenant, Commander, Major, Lieutenant Colonel and Colonel. That's for both the Marines and the Navy. Captain is a position now and is reserved for a ship's skipper. So, you have three Commanders. Anyway, you also have three First Sergeants, ten Sergeants First Class, err; I guess they should be Gunnery Sergeants since we're to be Marines. Also, we have eight other Staff Sergeants or Sergeants. All have had training backgrounds, some extensive, most have seen combat and/or special ops tours. We are picking up people at other locations, some of whom will fill out your command and some will be the Cadre for the regiment. The rest of this I'll wait to explain to everyone." General Winthrop finished his little mini briefing and observed the proceedings for a few moments.

By now there were over four hundred people standing around and the parking lot was packed. There were ten drivers moving cars out of the way. One sergeant was telling each new vehicle driver to unload and leave the keys in the car.

Fred looked over his shoulder. "Sergeant Major, have you got a clue as to how we are doing?"

"Sir, if you will notice, I have the First Sergeants and Sergeant Major Michaels organizing things. The vets are in those first ranks, with their families bunched up behind them. The dependent volunteers are formed up over to the right side with their families behind them. And the veteran militia people are formed up over to the left. We got a couple of anomalies over there; one couple where both are qualified as militia vets and one militia vet has a wife that is a new volunteer. I wasn't totally sure how you wanted to deal with those. But to answer your question, it looks like we have all of the veteran volunteers already and most or all of the militia. I don't know all of those by sight." Tony's eyes continued scanning, looking for problems, as he briefed the General. It wasn't quite the correct etiquette, but he and the General knew each other well. Being on top of everything was his job.

"The couple gets two concubines of their choice, each. They can combine them in one family or keep it split into two. Militia members get half a pod, like a duplex. The couple can have one full pod together if they want to. It's their mutual choice. The vet with the volunteer wife gets two concubines and the wife gets her picks, plus the extra mother figure. She gets a pod for herself; he has to share a pod with another garrison type. Of course, if she lets him move in with her.... Normally, for now at least, two militia vet families will share a pod, divided like a duplex. OK, time for the announcements. Get their attention, Sar' Major!"

The practiced bellow reached the entire lot. "Unit, Atten-shun!" All of the vets immediately stopped what they were doing, faced front, and snapped erect. Many of the recruit volunteers did the same and even a lot of the Harem members and children tried to do it properly. These were military families and at least knew what was meant.

"At Ease! I am Major General Winthrop. I have worked with or met several of you. The rest are either recommended by people I trust, or are the family of those people. I believe that most of you know what is happening here, but first, for all of you sponsors who are Army veterans, I have terrible, even tragic, news. I am afraid you are all joining the Marines." The laughter was real, even though there were a few scowls from several of the men. "Seriously, folks, the way things are set up, only the Marines are actively going after the bad guys. The Army is to be primarily a defensive establishment of planetary militias and garrison troops. We are actually recruiting some militia members today who will be in the Vulcan army. However the rest of us are going to have to learn to call the floor a deck and our hats and helmets are now officially covers. At least we don't have to use that Latin motto.

"OK, I don't want any yelling or screaming or clothes flying through the air, but just to make it official, this is a pick up; an extraction by the Confederacy. If everyone has done as requested, you have all been approached in advance. Is there anyone over the age of thirteen that has not?" No one moved or spoke up. "OK, next question. Does EVERYONE have his or her CAP Card? If you are fourteen or older, you can't go without it. Did anyone screw up? No one?

"Excellent! We can go straight to the warnings and disclaimers. You non-volunteers out there have been chosen by a family member or a friend to join their Harem. As such, when you step onto this portal and then onto the ship, you will have NO RIGHTS WHATSOEVER. You will be the chattel property of your Sponsor. That means that you will be their slave, almost always their sex slave. You will do whatever he or she asks you to do, with him or with anyone else he feels like bringing into your bedroom. If he wants you to entertain his squad mates, you had better do it. If you are asked to put on a girl-on-girl show with another one of his Harem, or the next-door neighbor's Harem for that matter, you do it. If he is your brother, your son, or your father and he wants to have sex with you, you do it. If he invites you, his wife, into bed and says, 'get in bed in a sixty-nine with our daughter and warm her up for me, I am taking her virginity in fifteen minutes,' well, you had better get her nicely warmed up.

"Your Sponsor may have said no changes, or he laid out certain limits that he will observe. Fine, but with a few exceptions, he does NOT have to keep his word. He also may not have understood all of the rules. Everyone's job is to ensure the survival of the human race. Your job is to do that by having a lot of babies, preferably with more than one partner if possible and with higher CAP score people as much as possible. Therefore he should be having sex with EVERY female in his Harem aged fourteen or over.

"Now, by joining this colony in particular, you get a guaranteed departure, right now. Also you get to go with the people you know while the Sponsor gets one extra choice for his Harem as long as she is a mother. After we transport up, your Sponsor may decide to trade you off. For example, he decides that he does not really want to do it with his daughter, or his sister, or maybe he even decides that he no longer wants his wife. Whatever. If he finds someone to make a trade, he can do that. You have NO veto power. Kids will stay with a parent, generally their mother.

"Lady Volunteers. I suggest that you double-check your choices. You should probably have a guy for the obvious reasons, but you can probably borrow a cup of stud from the neighbor, or you can probably even borrow the neighbor. You should have a mother, to help with children, including your own. And you should probably have one or more other ladies. Bi-sexual or straight is up to you. Just have them cranking out kids. Don't worry about 'Don't ask, don't tell.' All we want are babies and healthy, non-traumatized kids."

"Next. All Volunteers. You and you alone, are responsible for your Concubines' behavior. I am specifically talking about the fourteen and older ones now. You are the disciplinarian. You have the power of life and death over them. I am totally serious! IF THEY SCREW UP BIG TIME, YOU MAY BE THE ONE THAT HAS TO PUT THEM DOWN! If they just don't work out for you, you can turn them over to the colony's Civil Service officer. If you want to trade with a neighbor, you can. What I want is a minimum of disruption of the colony and of the kid's lives and psyches. Now, we have handpicked many of you, so I don't think we will have any serious problems along those lines, but if things start going bad, talk to our CS officer early. Later, as officers and NCOs you will be helping your troops with the same issues, so learn these rules fast and well. OK, are there any questions before we go on?" There was some fidgeting from some of the potential concubines, a few looks, hugs or even kisses between spouses, but no hands were raised.

"Very well, now is there anyone out there that does not want to continue? This is your last chance to back out. No one? Great. Now, you people over there are our veteran militia recruits. You will have to show your CAP cards to the Marines as we move you up the ramp. You are each allowed two concubines and any kids under the age of fourteen. You will be trained at the same base as the Marines, and you will get a physical rebuild, but you won't be super-sized unless you want to be. You will be working at a colony job and won't actually be let off of the colony for some years. Militarily, think of it as un-federalized National Guard. For now, you will share a pod that will be divided like a duplex. Your families should be smaller than the families of the volunteers at the start, so there should be plenty of room. Feel free to find a partner you can live with if you would rather have one combined full sized pod. Later, we'll let you spread out. OK, let's get going. Walk up to the ramp when your name is called. Concubines stay with your sponsors. Keep the children with you as well. We are keeping family groups together and going with rank first. Sergeant Major, call the roll."

"Major Theodore Spencer, with five concubines. Aileen Spencer, with three concubines. Captain... pardon me, Commander, Charlene Grayson..."

Five minutes later...

"Sir, we have visitors." There were several people jogging up the path as a group. They were now slowing to watch the proceedings.

"Of course we do. No plan survives contact with the enemy." Most of the jogger's group stopped and hung back, but one couple approached. "May I help you?"

"We hope so," tentatively said the middle-aged, but fit, man. "This is obviously non-standard, but it appears that those are Marines, that the van has a transporter and that this appears to be an extraction. If that is the case, my wife and I would like to come along. I have a 6.6 CAP score. We have three little kids at home with her mother. Our fourteen-year-old daughter is in the group behind us with the neighbors. May over there has a 6.5 and she has her husband with her. She has two little ones at our home as well. The others in our jogging group are all good people as well, but I don't think that we have any more with CAP scores that get anyone out."

"Well, call them over here and show me your cards. Tony, get those Marines over here. OK, how old is the mother-in-law and do you want her?" Fred looked at the two cards with a reader that he had started carrying just this morning.

"Can you do that? I mean she isn't here. She's fifty. Oh, but we need to get our daughter out. I...I can only take two. Sorry, Hon." This last was spoken to his wife with a consoling hug.

"Has she been through menopause?"

"Not yet," the wife answered as the others joined them.

"OK. Special situation, you can take one extra person who is a mother. Your wife qualifies according to her card data, so she is essentially free. But you have to understand two things. One, you WILL be having sex with the mother-in-law and cranking out babies. We can reset her biological clock a bit to give her another five, ten or even more years of kids. Two, you need to either swap your daughter with someone else or you will be sleeping with her as well. Same thing, sex and babies. I need a decision on that right now."

"Uhh, Kelly, darling. Did you hear that? We need to decide if you stay with us, or someone else. And staying with us means, well, sleeping with me."

"Silly Daddy." The young girl reached out and started pulled down his running shorts. "Mom, can you show me the right way to do this?" She bent over at the waist, poking her rear end into the General's approving view.

"Kelly? What are you...? Well... don't try and bend over like that. Your back will get sore and you'll end up biting him. Drop to your knees, Honey," she said as she dropped down beside her daughter.

"OK, that seems to be settled. Take your cell phone, call the mother-in-law and have her get your kids ready. We'll drive you over there. Hmm, after these two are finished, and you can talk coherently, that is.

"OK, next group. Who has the 6.5? You? You get three, yes, three, as long as one of them is a qualified mother. Has a kid, raised it for five years, we check for certain minimum scores on her card. Who do you want?"

"My husband, Tad here. My kids. They're over with Jeff's mother-in-law. You can get the address when, hmm, when Kelly is done with him." May turned to the other women in the jogging group. "Debra, will you and Becky come with us? And bring the rest of your kids, too. You will be sleeping with Tad of course, but, well, I like girls, also." May was pulling her dark hair out of a bun and shaking it free. She pointed at Tad's shorts and said one word. "Off!"

"Girls? You mean you and me? I don't think I could do that and I won't let Becky even think about it." Debra was blonde, thirty-eight, slim above the waist and she had what she thought of as 'way too much ass'. Thus the jogging.

"Mom, I can speak for myself! I've done it, Mrs. Phillips, at a sleepover with some girl friends, on a dare. I liked it well enough. And your husband is pretty cute." Becky looked like a younger version of her mother without the ass. She had a perky smile and she was currently leering at May's husband as he got his running shorts off. She seemed to be paying a lot of attention to what he was uncovering, both front and back.

"Becky, you've done that with a girl? And you want to go and do it again? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Mom. Try it before you decide against it. It was really fun. And this is a once in a lifetime chance to get out of here. Think of the kids; we need to get Crystal and Micah safe. Besides, Mr. Phillips is a lot nicer than your last two boyfriends. And you once told me you'd do anything to get us off planet"

"Well, but that was anything with a man! OK. I can try it once, I guess. May, what would I have to do?"

May slipped her clothes off and lay on her back. "Quick test. Both of you, strip. Becky, come here and show your Mom what to do. Go straight to the main attraction. No foreplay. Then you can switch with her and start sucking on my breasts. Tad, you do Debra from behind. Hurry it up, these people are waiting."

Meanwhile the Marines were sizing up the three teenage girls, one boy and one thirty-something lady.

"Corporal, are any of your lady Marines up on the ship looking for a guy? And are any of the rest of you interested in these others?" Fred was still scanning the pathways to see if more early joggers were out and about. This was supposedly an isolated location, but...

There was the momentary look, up and slightly to one side, which Fred was beginning to recognize as a check through the commo network or to the AI. "Several, Sir. Three will transport down in a minute or two to check him out. Most of the rest can only get a mother. Johnson, Keyes, you have a slot for a mother only, so why don't you see if that brunette qualifies. If you aren't interested we've got a bunch more on board that are. Pickering, Go ahead and check out the young ladies while I take watch for a couple."

Keyes whispered something to Johnson, who nodded and they started talking to Katey, who was thirty-five and indeed qualified as a mother. "Katey, besides your kids, is anyone at home waiting for you?"

"No, my husband is supposedly on another sales trip. There isn't much left to that relationship."

"OK, we aren't going to do the whole test drive thing, but we need to know a few things. Have you had multiple partners in your past? Simultaneously I mean. Have you done it with girls? Have you done it orally, anally?"

"Uhh, no, no, yes and no, but to answer your next questions, yes, yes, yes and I guess so."

"Next questions?"

"Sure. You were going to ask if I would in the future. Right?" A nervous giggle escaped.

"I guess I was. Umm, let's see, reservations about anal, but not girls?"

Johnson spoke up. "All yours, bro. I never liked gigglers. No offense, Ma'am. Hey, Corp! Let me take over the watch for you." He headed off to assist in the security watch.

Katey swallowed nervously. "My husband and I watched a bunch of videos a few years ago. I actually was a bit interested in the girl, girl stuff, but it seemed to turn him off. He liked watching two guys with one girl, gangbangs and the anal stuff, but I could tell, ... well, actually I tried it with some toys a couple times and it was a lot more difficult and painful than it seemed in the video. I realize that if you pick me you can do it as much and as hard as you want, but if you start slow and easy, I will try very much to give you satisfaction. I really do want to get my kids out. So if you want anything, anything, up to and including anal sex with aliens, just tell me and I will try to do it without hesitation." The last was spoken with determination and she stiffened her posture a bit in a show of defiant bravado. This did some nice things with her body, which was just a bit too lush to be called a runner's build.

"Fair enough. I have one last thing to check. No talking, strip, turn around, spread your legs and bend over, hands on your ankles." Half a second of hesitation, a double blink and then she took her top off, then the sports bra, grabbed her running shorts and undies and yanked them down and off. When she bent over to untie her shoes, which were a hi-top design, he said, "Don't worry about those. Turn around." She did so and he reached out and touched her, caressed her buttocks, then quickly slipped two fingers between her legs and inside. She let a small groan out, but stifled it quickly. She was not really wet, but damp enough for his fingers to have little initial resistance. As he stroked, though, she did get wet very quickly. "You'll do. Grab your clothes and stay with me. AI, Katey's mine." He watched as she grabbed clothes and smiled approvingly as she just bundled them up, not trying to put anything on. "You had better get dressed, we don't want to freak your kids. Get your card out and give it to me. Hmmm, leave that sports bra off. Who is watching your kids?"

"Haley, my oldest, she's having her period, or she would have been out running with us."

"Uhh, how old is she, you know I only have one pick and if she is fourteen..."

"Don't worry, she still has two months to go. Josh is ten and Jeffie is eight. And yes, we know that in two months she is fair game. We've talked about it."

"Have you talked about the fact that oral sex is not against the rules for thirteen-year-olds? And that might mean Mother-Daughter stuff as well?" The look on her face was priceless, but he noted that after a half step falter, she did not stop following or draw away from him.

Pickering had, as his current Harem, his twenty-five-year-old wife with two little kids and one middle-aged lady with her oldest thirteen-year-old daughter who was just about to click over to fourteen in a few weeks. He figured that was going to eat up his brand new, extra pick unless he got someone else, quick. He was not really interested in young girls anyway, but the mother could give lessons to a Hoover and he expected to have her continue training her daughter as soon as they got back together. The three girls in front of him were various ages from fifteen to nineteen.

"OK, I will make this quick. My wife is in charge of my Harem, if she says, jump, you should be hitting the ceiling before you ask 'How high'. She is a partially bi-sexual lady, which means that basically anything goes, but only while in bed with another girl and a guy. She isn't interested in it otherwise and I am only interested in it when it gets off the girl I am with. So, you won't have to put on shows for my viewing pleasure, but you will be doing some threesomes. I am not interested in loaning out my girls to the other guys. However sometimes, it just can't be avoided. For example, my platoon has a tradition. You save my life, I loan you my Harem for a night. It seems only fitting. I am interested in an intelligent, sexually active girl with decent parenting instincts. If you are still interested, let me see your cards."

The seventeen-year-old had good numbers, but looked and acted too pouty. The fifteen-year-old was highly rated for sex and somewhat aggressive about it, but she did not really appeal to him because of her age, low intelligence and a low parenting aptitude. The nineteen-year-old looked just right, though. Nice smile, old enough and smart enough to talk to him and his other ladies, decent sex and parenting numbers. Nicely fit, also. "June, what do you do with yourself? Work? Family?"

"I am just finishing my second year in college. Biochemistry." Her sudden grin lit up her face. "I guess I will have to miss my finals next week." Then it turned into a scowl. "Can I keep studying? I like it and I'm pretty good at it."

"Let me check." He linked with the AI for a minute. "OK, you can study anything like that through the AI as long as I OK it. It's a brand new colony. No one is even there yet. So there is no college or anything yet. As long as we all get along and you do your chores, I will let you study to your heart's content."

"Chores?"

"The usual, cleaning house, cooking, child care, blow jobs." He grinned at the joke. "Speaking of which..."

A few minutes later he managed to groan out the words. "AI, I'll take June."

Four female Marines stepped out of the transporter, one at a time. As they approached the single teenage boy, they met up with Corporal Riley. "Bethany, I thought you already had a guy."

"Yeah, but even though he's a nice guy and a decent father, he is not really very driven, sexually. He can't keep my three girls and me satisfied. However, Kris mostly prefers girls and just wants the occasional 'make a baby' bump in the night for her girls and her. She likes him and he likes her. They ... cuddle. We were thinking that if we transfer him to her harem, then I could pick someone more ... robust. That would fill out her list. I'll still have one more pick for a girl because I already have a mother figure."

"OK, carry on."

"Gerry? Let's see your card. 4.3. Decent scores overall, highest is in sex and general loyalty categories. And you're sixteen?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Ah, Ma'am, Ladies, I really would like to go with you, or someone like you. But I promised my girlfriend I'd meet her here and I want to be with her if at all possible. I think that's her now." He pointed to another car driving up with one more boy and three more girls. The teenagers got out of the car, took one look at the Marines and the few people cavorting on the grass and clothing flew. Gerry called out to her, "Allie!"

Corporal Riley called out, "Keys, Pickering, take your girls and get aboard, now." She then sent a quick message to her sergeant on the ship to send two more Marines who wanted female teenagers down and to have a couple more waiting.

"Allie, I told them I didn't want to go without you." Allie was a slim, petite brunette. She had a cute, pixie face.

"You idiot!" The words were harsh but spoken softly and with a fond look. "You know how hard it is to get picked up as a guy. I have a lot better chance. There are more guys choosing and even the women pick mostly women. You do just like we decided and go with whichever one is interested. Wish me luck?" The words sounded like parting words, but they were very close and did not look like they were going to let go of each other's hands.

"Stupid kids, you need to talk to me if you want to leave together. Allie, give me your card! 3.9. No aggression at all! If I took you, would you have problems with him having sex with me and my other girls? A lot?"

"No. I would rather that, than leave him here. I can barely keep up with him anyway."

"Oh! That sounds encouraging. Gerry, would you have problems with Allie having sex with me and my other girls? A lot?" Bethany was grinning in anticipation of the shocked looks.

"That depends on if Allie wants it. Is that OK with you, Allie? I know you like girls too." There was no shock. Just a bit of concern on his face.

"That's fine with me. Do you need us to prove it for you?"

"Not at this minute. You'll do. Kris, you have a deal. AI, record it."

The other two female Marines had walked away when the girlfriend showed up. They settled who got the new guy who had driven the car when one pulled the need card. She had two girls; the other had three girls and a guy. Corporal Riley passed on the four teenage girls, wanting someone a bit older. Two more Marines dropped down and collected the fifteen-year-old and one of the new girls, a seventeen-year-old. Corporal Riley decided to take the party to the ship and transported the last two girls and everyone else, except the parents and their sponsors. Johnson and Riley closed up the truck and drove off with Jeff in the back, leaning into the front cab area, giving directions. They left behind nothing but a litter of cars and a few scattered pieces of clothing.

"Kelly, go pack what I told you to. Mom, are the kids ready?"

"Yes, Dear. But I didn't quite understand what they were getting ready for. Jeff just said to get them awake and dressed." Maddy Johnson looked at her daughter in exasperation. No one had told her that they were expecting company, but there were obviously people waiting outside. And it wasn't just Tad and May, who were collecting their own kids in a big hurry.

"Maddy, listen to me. There is an extraction going on, a Confederacy pick up. We have the chance for all of us to leave as a family but you have to make a difficult decision in a very short time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, go on." Maddy sat down on the couch. She had a feeling that her knees were going to turn traitor on her. She could hear something in Jeff's voice.

"I can take all three of you; Anne, Kelly and you as well as the kids. It's some special deal instead of only two choices. But I have to put all three of you in the same position. You will ALL be my sex slaves and breeding stock. Even you and Kelly."

"You want to sleep with Kelly? Your daughter?"

"Well, I had the option to trade her off to some random Marine, but she wanted to stay with us. I don't know if we will have that option with you. She has already shown that she is willing to have sex with me. You need to decide right now; stay here alone, or come with us. If you come with us, you will be walking out of here naked and you will be having sex with me as soon as we get a room on the ship. You will be doing anything I want anytime I want it."

"Jeff?" Anne was clearly thinking about something that had just struck her. "Will we be doing things like May was doing?"

"Ah, I don't know. I hadn't planned on it, but it interests me a bit. Well, more than a bit. Maybe I can talk to her about it. I have a bit of a different situation than she does."

"What is it that May did?" Maddy had had some time to process the idea and now she needed details. Well, mainly she needed to stall.

"May likes sex with other women. And well, she had Debra and Becky give her a quickie in the park." Jeff was a bit embarrassed to be talking to his mother-in-law about this.

"That looked like a lot of fun, can we try it?" All three heads snapped to see Kelly in the hallway holding a gym bag. It was filled with all of Kelly and Anne's sexy bra and panty sets and a few see-through negligees.

"Kelly Robinson! What are you saying?" Maddy was seriously shocked. "Sex with your father is bad enough. But with your mother as well?"

Anne started a bit. She had actually been thinking only of her mother being forced to do things, not herself and certainly not with her own daughter. "Oh, that wasn't actually what I was getting at, but now that I think about it, well, more than anything, I want us to stay together. If Jeff makes us do that, I will. If I don't like it I'll tell him once, but he's in charge now, completely. You need to decide, Mother. We're leaving."

"Please, Grandma. Daddy can get you a brand new body. You'll be eighteen-years-old again and really hot, just like in your wedding pictures. And you can help raise my kids and Mom's kids and your kids and maybe even their kids.

"And you want to do that nasty stuff with me and your mother?"

"Well, not if you really don't want to. But, can we try it once or twice to see if you like it? That would be lot's nicer than trying it with some stranger. Debra and Becky looked like they were having fun after they got going and Debra had never even done it before today. Please, Grandma. We need you."

"OK, OK, but please take the kids out before I have to strip. It will be bad enough having to walk past them."

"Whoopee!" Kelly kissed Maddy on the cheek, grabbed her bag and took her siblings out to the van at a run.

Jeff watched Maddy take her clothes off, slowly at first but finishing up with more speed and determination. She still looked good, he thought. Not quite the fifty-year-old grandmother from those fitness machine commercials, but darned good. He walked over to where she stood, nervous, but determined. He placed his hands on her cheek, then slid them down to her bare shoulders, down over her back, her buttocks, up to her breasts and back down between her legs. Maddy was shivering a bit, but she was also pressing herself into his hands. Anne was just staring. "I always knew there was another hot lady in my house. We don't have the time now," he said. "But I hope we get a room on that ship real fast. Anne, would you strip, please. You can go out nude as well and keep your mother company."

There was a quick flash of defiance in her eyes, followed by understanding and then, acceptance. She stripped as fast as she could. Jeff gave his wife a warm hug and a kiss, put a hand firmly on his mother-in-law's ass, and the three of them headed out of their house for the last time.

"OK, Sarah and Rebecca are going to be in charge up here on the ship. You are the ones who will be handling these types of issues on Vulcan. Make sure we get everyone run through the med systems. Janet and Robert need to go in ASAP for the full package. Gillian, we need you to hang out with your siblings while your parents are in the clinic. Prepare your little brother and sister so that they don't freak. Your mom and dad will look YOUNG, about twenty to twenty-two. Sarah, go ahead and have those changes made that we decided on for them. We also have some Marine recruit types in the same or worse shape, Major Spencer for one, and Lieutenant Klein would really like to get her foot back. Any of you that have time, get the translator and comm implanted. I guess it takes about five hours. Liz, Franklin, flesh out those plans for your pickups. John, Tony, you're with me doing Cadre, VFW, DAV and American Legion pickups. Grab your teams."

Rinng-rinng

"555-0509." Jason Wilson was naturally paranoid. It was a job requirement to work security for the NSA.

"May I speak to Jason, please?" The voice had a gruff sound to it. A voice used to command, with a hint of a Hispanic accent. Jason had heard voices like this before, in the Army.

"Speaking, may I ask who is calling?"

"Alas, Babylon! Do you understand?"

"Yes. What information do you have for me?"

"You already know about renting the van. Your wife and daughter need to get green scarves and wear them around their necks on Monday. At 9:45 AM they need to be...."

The VFW Spring Potluck was a big turn out as usual. There were lots of veterans and, of course, lots of dependents. Post Commander John Shipley looked around and tried to figure out what was bothering him. Where was Marjorie with her apple pies? He knew she should be here with her husband, like clockwork. He hoped nothing bad had happened. Hmmm, there were other people missing as well, not the people that just came occasionally, but several of the solid core members of the Post. A number of the real career soldiers that were the heart of any unit were missing with their entire families. John was an eighty-seven-year-old Veteran of World War II, Korea and Vietnam. After thirty-five years in the Army, ten of them in combat zones, he trusted his instincts and right now they were all yelling 'Incoming!!!' Hmmm, wait a minute. Now who were THESE guys? Oh! Now he knew what was going on! Things were going to get interesting.

"May I have your attention, please? Please remain seated until I finish speaking. I'm sorry to break in on your dinner. As you can see from the Confederacy Marines near the entrances, we are doing a pick up. It is a highly modified pick up, SO PLEASE LISTEN CAREFULLY. First, if there is anyone who would like nothing to do with these proceedings, please raise your hands and we will escort you aside until we are done. No one? Very nice! I'm Colonel John Winthrop. I am currently accepting recruits for a new Colony by the name of Vulcan. We will be setting up a manufacturing center, a training battalion and a division of troops. We will be picking up kids from homes and we can collect some other family members at the same time, so you are not strictly limited to those people here with you. All volunteers going to our colony have the option of collecting one more person for their personal Harem than usual, as long as one of them qualifies as a mother figure. We will also be selecting some Militia members who will be limited to the colony, but they don't get the extra mother figure. Vets with a minimum CAP Score of 5.5 talk to the Sergeant here and he will see if you qualify. And now for the standard disclaimers, you non-volunteers out there may be chosen by a family member or a friend to join their Harem. As such, when you step onto this portal and onto the ship, you will have NO RIGHTS WHATSOEVER. You will be the chattel property of your Sponsor. That means that you will be their slave. Their sex slave...."

"Sergeant Major Shipley, you have a 7.8 CAP Score, but you're not registered as a volunteer?"

"No, Sonny. I'm not going without my Ethel and she's in the home. Nothing your Alien Medicos can do for her either. She doesn't even recognize me, or the kids. I'll stay here and make sure the Swarm doesn't get her. I still have the eyes to shoot, and I still have my service .45 and my Garand."

"OK, I can respect that. But are you willing to help the people going off world? We could use a good local organizer. We have other trips back here planned."

"Sure. My grandniece taught me how to use a computer for e-mails and stuff, so I can keep up with the events at other posts as well as family stuff. Is that what you need? Speaking of which, I do have eight grandchildren and thirteen great-grandchildren...."

"That's what we need. And if you can get your family organized, then we'll take them also. Either put them with your family member volunteers, or parcel them out with other Vets. Also, set up groups of people that you can call and who will show up on short notice with just the people called and their families. No extras. Don't tell them when it's going on, but maybe use a dry run or two to keep them honest, so they don't invite all of Boulder or something. I think that we won't need many more Militia members right away after this trip, so just the Volunteers. We need mainly people such as Rangers, airborne, special ops, leg infantry, cav dismounts, air cav, some slow mover pilots like for C-130s and such, some ground support pilots, arty, ADA and good combat medics. Sooner or later we will get some decent armor, but currently we will just be airmobile and leg infantry. Good NCOs and platoon through battalion level officers are a priority. Competent people who can lead are what we want. I don't care if they got out in 2000 or in 1900, we can rebuild and retrain. Besides the Army, we can use Navy, Air Force, Marines, and even Coasties. I would like to pick up groups of no smaller than ten volunteers and up to, let's say, twenty-five. It will be short notice on the pickup day and time, maybe a day. Maybe hours. OK, so far?"

"Sure, and I can think of a lot of the younger guys that don't hang around here much. They're too busy with their new jobs and families."

"Great. Also, would you be willing to spend about six hours or so up on the ship in the next day or so? We can pick you up and get you back home. I want to put some nanites in you that will let you do your job more easily and implant a comm device by your ear."

"Yeah. I can do that. How about Monday? The grandkids are coming by tomorrow."

"General, Sir? All teams are back aboard, Sir. No problems. In fact, this has been a very uneventful set of extractions."

"Commander, I'm very glad to hear that. I have no clue why the powers that be were expecting that nickel-and-dime stuff to work. We have over six and a half billion people on this planet and they expected to get 30% off in five years. That is two billion plus people. That would be four hundred million per year on average. I doubt if we have gotten off twenty-five million yet. If we collect four adults and two kids per volunteer, that is seven people per pod, seven thousand total for a big ship like this one. That would be fifty seven thousand trips total per year. At six trips per ship per year, that is still almost ten thousand large ships needed. I intend to cut the round trip transit time in half for this ship. And I will be making little pickups only to finish picking up kids, follow-ups and a few specials. How many volunteers did we get in the last two days? Cadre, Volunteers and Militia only."

"Sir, we did six large pickups at VFWs and American Legion Posts. We got two hundred thirteen prior service volunteers, two hundred forty-three other volunteers and two hundred forty six militia at the Posts. We also did your prearranged pickups for the same six areas. We got one hundred eighty three of your pre-picked Cadre, fifty-eight other volunteers and two hundred three militia in those pickups. Total Volunteers, counting your family is five hundred sixteen. Militia is four hundred forty nine. That should account for over seven hundred pods. We also picked up sixty-seven concubines for my people. I have one platoon still out making secondary pickups of kids and such." Commander Pierson rattled off the numbers without taking time to check his PDA or to contact the AI.

The General nodded. "OK. We have the Swooping Crane making contact tomorrow. It's a Darjee Freighter, with one hundred eight pods, not an Aurora apparently, but similar. We will be transferring about forty Cadre to it. My sister and brother-in-law will be moving on board. We need to grab some college people for it, as well. Talk to Liz and Franklin for the list of people, but they aren't military so your people will be in charge of the pickup itself, even if they are along to do the talking. They have six pickups planned over the next two days, I think. I have four more of the small Cadre pickups planned for the same time and then we move on to the last of our big ones. It looks like we are going to be able to leave early. Do you have the plans locked in for housing down below, when this ship leaves?"

"Yes, Sir. Standard accommodations. They let us use some army barracks if there is no ship in orbit."

"Feel free to collect any suitable troops that you find being out-processed, with families if appropriate, but remember, no active duty, guard or reserves. I don't want to burn our bridges with the active military. Here is the list of targets for the next ship. Oh and remember, if any of your Marines have any bright ideas for a profitable pickup, bring them to me, or Tony, or my brother. We'll look them over."

"Yes, Sir. A couple of them have already approached me. I will pass them on in the morning."

"Morning, yeah. Good night Commander."

"Good night, General"