Chapter 7

Marines do not like standing around. They were starting to get itchy. I knew that we were in an isolated area and I also know that this part of the state did not do any favors to the Earth First crowd. Even though this whole thing was my idea I was starting to get buggy.

Reports came in from the college. Nice to know that the extraction was going off without a hitch. We had sent extra Marines to cover it because there were reports of Earth First activities at Zoo Mass and some of the other colleges. The first groups were pre-packs, mostly all female families looking for a male. Next came the remaining concubine candidates. The Commander detailed a squad to keep them separate for now. We had about 800 families, and just under 2,000 concubines. Commander McAndrews showed up and we knew that we were ready to move.

The crowd from the track was slowly starting to dwindle. By 5:30 all of the volunteers and concubines had left the pit area and all the pre-packs extracted. We decided to release the field and let those who were leaving go. They were told to leave with only what they had come with. The infield was empty as well. By 7:00 the crowd was getting restless and we decided to reopen the concession stands that had food left in them. We asked for volunteers to cook. . It was just after 7:30 when Jim Donaldson took to the microphone for the last time.

"On behalf of my family and the staff of the speedway, we would like to thank you for your friendship and support. This is the last event to be held here as my family and I will join you on this new adventure. Good luck to you all. We hope to see some of you at our new home."

He handed the microphone to the commander. "Thank you for your patience everyone. Our guests have arrived. We are going to try to wind this up in an orderly fashion. Now entering the grandstands in the fourth turn are some young ladies from a local college. There are families looking for a male concubine in 4A and B. You gentlemen can head over there starting now. You may be asked to perform for the ladies. You can say no, but this may be your last chance to get off this rock."

"If you are a sponsor looking for concubines, there are number of ladies entering 4 C and D. If you need a card reader, see one of the Marines. We do encourage test drives, however no still means no."

As the women stepped off the pads, they were in for one heck of a shock. Most of them had come from upper and upper middle class backgrounds and they were at a racetrack. The smells of burnt rubber and oil hung in the air as they stepped out only to have Marines pull them away briskly. Several proceeded to lose the contents of their stomachs.

Sargent Gregs took charge of the assembling crowd and a panic began. They were going to have to listen to a man.

"Okay ladies, playtime is over. Welcome to the Confederacy. If you are a sponsor, you are here to find a male concubine to complete your family. Concubine candidates are here to find a volunteer who will have you. You can say no to a test drive and that will be enforced. We will have Marines on standby to help. This may be your only opportunity to leave Earth, so choose wisely. Remember, once you are chosen and accept, you have no rights. The guys that are entering Confederacy service are looking to build families. It is up to you to show them that you want to be part of this. You have ten minutes to get into the stands and get situated."

Over in the main grandstand a similar scene was happening. The Commander had turned off the public address system and was using an amplified voice.

"Gentlemen, we are about to complete the final part of this extraction. The young women in the grandstands to your left have been recruited from a local college. There are two groups, sponsors looking to fill out families and concubine candidates. The concubines are aware of their situation as well. A word of caution is in order. These women come from the upper levels of society and this is all coming as a shock to some. The fact that they are here adds to their problems. Please act accordingly. Sponsors are advised to do test drives after checking CAP scores."

With that said, the two groups slowly merged and the remaining Marines took their places.

After some initial reluctance, the groups started merging. There were comparatively few men to pick from for the female sponsors, most being sponsors themselves or having left earlier with pre-packs. The men were aware of their situation and there was no violence to speak of. There were a few test drives but it went smoothly. For the male sponsors it was just the opposite. They were confronted with a grandstand full of naked young females. The Marines handed out card readers. Not surprisingly, some of the beauty queens were aghast. It seemed that the quiet nerdy girls were getting most of the test drives and offers. Grunts and squeals filled the grandstand.

Slowly the families completed themselves, left the stands and hit the transporter pads. By 9:00pm all that remained were the candidates who had not been selected. There were no men left and about 200 women. A female sergeant gathered them together.

"Ladies, I am going to offer you one last chance to get off this rock. Originally we had space for all of you to come with us as unassigned concubines. As it stands now, I can still make that offer, however you will not be coming with us. If you choose, you will be transported to a ship in orbit and then assigned to a base on the moon. Once there, you will be an unassigned concubine. If you have a useful skill, they may put you to work. If not, you will be assigned to the base brothel. In either case, you will have two jobs, find a sponsor and make babies. Failure to follow orders will not be tolerated. You do or die. It is you choice."

Within a few minutes, all had entered the transporter pads to begin their new life...

It had been a long day for the Commander, Kucharski and the Marines. After a final sweep of the area, Kucharski grabbed a can of Diet Coke, the Commander collected a can of beer, and they entered the transporters. A drone later picked up the pads leaving the track lights glowing over an empty speedway.