Joacim & L'ielit (2 of 10) - L'ielit's Impressions

The world outside the McD suddenly went grey. I immediately realized it. This was what I hoped for, the last three years. Dreamily I stood up. Guido, the friend that I was with, took my hand and held me back "Is this really what you want? The future out there is no more safe than it is here. In fact, you will have less opportunities as concubine than you have here."

A marine made his speech, I didn't listen to him as I could not understand his German speech anyway. Most probably it was the same thing he's saying at every extraction. Who's the boss, how many the chosen ones can take with them, blablabla. I knew this procedure. I was prepared - theoretically. Guido had a hard time making me understand the consequences of leaving earth as concubine.

Mentally I was a wreck. I trembled like a leaf in the wind as I spoke to Guido in my poor English. "Guido, you know me here for this exactly. Please no make worse."

Suddenly there was another marine beside me. "Is there a problem? Do you want to join the line for selection?"

"Yes me want," I croaked. "No problem."

Guido released my hand and showed me thumbs up. He certainly was the first man who had respected me. I felt a little guilty leaving him.

Then I stood in a row with about sixty other women and a few men for the meat inspection.

There were only four volunteers. One woman in her late forties who could take six slaves, two men who just made it above a CAP of 6.5 and could take two each and a young boy. I wasn't that familiar with white people at that time but I was sure he couldn't be older than fifteen. Surprisingly the marines declared that he too could take six concubines with him.

Some women around me started to strip their tops even before they were asked to do so. 'God,' I thought, 'now I'm dead'. I never had problems with nudity, you should know, but the way I had walked to come here was a really torturous one. I knew for certain, if I stripped, there would be gasps of shock and horror around me.

The woman waved all men toward her "Hey guys, fuck me. Satisfy me. Two of you will get the ticket to the stars." So there will be four slots for women in her herd. But she will be busy for a while before she even starts to look for them.

The two men made a test drive rally with some willing girls, all young, all pretty. They didn't even reach my end of the row.

That left the little boy. Somebody who needs protection, I thought, looking at him. But he was the volunteer, so there must be something about him. Methodically he walked the line, inspected CAP cards, asked questions. He tried to hide his interest in naked boobs but the tent in his trousers told another story. I allowed a smile to slip onto my face. Well, it just slipped out onto my face. I had no control over my emotions at that time. I had a white cloud of hope in my head although I knew my chances were minimal.

Then he stood before me. "Hi, ich bin Joachim, wie heisst du?"

There it was, one of my major problems "Sorry, me no speak German. Me hope this no big problem."

"Not at all," He switched to perfect English in a blink. My English still is not nearly as good. "So what's your name?"

One of the marines interrupted. "You don't speak German. Did you understand what this all is about? Sponsors, concubines, the Confederation?"

"My name is L'ielit Debir. I'm from Ethiopia," I said. As if this could explain anything. "Yes, me know. Sponsor is master. Concubine is slave. Me no rights if me go. Decision now, here. Confederation fight Sa'arm. Sponsors is soldier ants for confederation. Concubines is working ants for soldiers."

"Well," the marine said, "this is an interesting picture, but for most of it you are right."

"Please give me your CAP card," the boy said.

I reached in my purse and handed it over. He took a look, and then looked again. "You are a fighter, according to your scores. Strong will, intelligent, physically high above average. Obedience to orders is good. Even your natural pain insensitivity is a high 8. If trained you would be a perfect marine. Tell me, why is your total CAP only a 6.4?"

I blushed. Of course he didn't notice. My skin is coal black. "Not know. Maybe me no good woman enough."

"You think sex drive is a womanly aspect?" pointing at the two male volunteers who were at their third or fourth test drive. I grinned at him. "Show me what you have to offer. Maybe I'm in search for a warrior queen to protect my household," he said.

"Please talk more? Me no want loose this chance scare you."

The marine jumped in. "You heard him. We don't have all day for this. If you want to leave earth, strip now, as he asked. This IS your chance."

'You know nothing. Now I'm dead' I thought. Slowly I unbuttoned my summer dress and opened it. I wore no underwear. Then the dress slid down to the floor.

There was silence and gasps of shock around me. Even the marine looked shocked. The boy went pale and ran toward the toilets, the marine on his trail to look after his precious volunteer.

You know, I really haven't had a pleasant trip to Europe. I even haven't had a pleasant childhood. At the time of this extraction I had a mess of grainy scars as genitals and my left breast was amputated. My remaining breast, a tight, hugging A size, had several deep incisions. I had scars all over my body. Just when I wanted to hide my body again, the boy was back. "Who did this to you?"

I squirmed. "English no good enough..."

"Use your mother tongue, I'll translate" the marine said.

"You want short or long version?" I asked, holding my summer dress before me. "The short one, for now."

"My first memory burned in my head is the ritual of circumcision." I spluttered out in my mother tongue. The marine was translating simultaneously somehow, whispering in the boy's ear. "The priest of my village, my own father, cut off my clitoris and sewed up my inner and outer labia. And in the near past, my travel to Europe wasn't that pleasant. A human trader cut open my vagina with a butcher knife and raped me. The boat I took from Lybia to Italy was shot with machine guns and sunk. I was hit by wood chips, but I managed to swim ashore. Then a 'free Doctor' had to cut off my breast due to a massive infection caused by the wood chips. The other scratches are from whips, running through thorn hedges and the like."

"That was the short version?" the boy asked, still pale. I nodded.

The marine whispered some more in his ear. The boy's eyes lit up.

"So what do you think you have to offer to me and my new family?" The boy sounded all professional again.

I looked down at myself, silently sobbing. "Me survived. Nothing else left."

"You are in." he said.