Plato Base (3 of 3) - Berlin again

Major Clarke was sitting in the office of Centurion Guido Marek, commander of the lunar base Plato. "Is it really three months that you have been here, Major?" Guido asked.

"Three and a half, to be precise," the major replied. "They haven't shortened the rotation for us Marines." Major Clarke sipped on his tea. "Splendid blend as always. I always wanted to ask you for the replicator template of this tea."

Guido grinned broadly. "Sorry Major, but this is the real thing. I have this contact in Xihu, China. He provides me with tea. I tried to feed it to the replicators but the quality is not the same. It's not as bad as with alcohol but it's noticeable."

"Looks like I have to visit you more often," Major Clarke sighed. "However, back to business. I wanted to tell you that Vandergast is currently building one of those really huge Valhalla Class ships."

Guido's eyes grew wide. "You mean a Cube Ship? They can take a quarter million people in a single lift?"

"Yes, exactly. L'ielit is currently working on the plans for a really huge extraction. I heard rumors that she wants to take a whole U.S. town of the proper size."

"But that's insane. I doubt there is any town this size without an Earth First Cell. In fact, there are more Earth Firsters and sympathizers in mid-sized towns than in the big metropolises. There will be hundreds of casualties."

"That's what I heard," the major replied. "I figure the centurion is working on exactly that problem. In the past, her extraction strategies have been successful, even with heavily armed forces approaching. She tends to take down incoming armed idiots instead of letting a riot build with many more casualties."

"You are probably right. But a quarter million people," Guido failed to imagine the problems that just the big number of frightened people might cause. Guido for sure preferred extractions of less than four hundred people, even if that meant he had to do lots of them to fill Plato Base.

Major Clarke changed the subject. "There is also another Tarawa Class Assault ship under construction. You'll get more support within five months."

"That's good news. Currently I have four hundred mobile test centers in operation. I have the capacity to create more and the personnel for two times more extractions. The shuttles are definitely the bottleneck in my project."

"Why don't you just use transporter discs?" the major asked. "I had that idea on the way home. Set up a pod as test center here on Plato Base. Drop a disc at a location. That can be done by a drone. Then invite the people to a CAP test."

"I already thought this over. The initial psychological effect would be much smaller and therefore we would have more problems with armed people. An assault shuttle is something they can see and even the most stupid ones can imagine that it holds several heavily armed soldiers."

The major thought for a few seconds. "You are probably right. The transporter disc is still too much of science fiction technology for most people on Earth."

<Centurion Marek, I would like to remind you about your meeting at Earth Command at thirteen hundred,> the AI interrupted the conversation.

"Sorry Major, I have to shorten our meeting a little," Guido said. When the major was gone, Guido once again went through his arguments. Today's meeting at Earth Command would be vital for his plans to increase the building speed on his base once again. With the new Valhalla class transport ship class, the base's capacity was no longer adequate. His new goal was three hundred thousand people at any time ready to go on board a transport ship. Unfortunately he was not the only lunar base commander who asked for more colony builder machines to expand his base.

It was early in the morning and Guido enjoyed the company of Karyn and Marina, two of his concubines. They were still sleeping, loosely hugging their sponsor and tickling him with their breath. Guido was living for those moments of silence and peace.

Suddenly the AI called through his implant, <Centurion Guido Marek, the Confederacy has received an invitation for an extraction that you might be interested in. It's from the KitKatClub in Berlin.>

Guido's interest was instantly awaked since he knew that club. The owners were a group of fetish fans and they owned more than just that club. Guido had never been part of the fetish scene but as a son of a brothel owner he had heard a lot of them. "Tell me more," he demanded.

<We got an email that reveals some details. They offer fifty sponsors with pre-packs or partly pre-packs. They suggest the Schliemann mansion that's located just west of the club, since all the sponsors and their pre-packs are living there. The writer of the email mentions that 'the bunker is full', so I figured they have some type of resort there, similar to your old brothel,> the AI continued. <The Schliemann mansion is not really big enough to house at minimum one-hundred and fifty people, so we did a closer scan of the building using military drones. The scan revealed an old World War Two bunker under the building that is five times bigger than the mansion itself.>

"Any signs of trouble?" Guido asked. He knew that in the past Earth First had tried to set several traps at Berlin, inviting the Confederacy to prepared locations. An isolated house with a large bunker underneath would be a nearly perfect location.

<There are no signs of Earth First activities in a five-hundred meter radius around the mansion,> the AI negated the question. <We have a few police reports about protesters trying to close down the club. In one of those incidents the owners of the club defended their club with shotguns loaded with rock salt against a violent mob. However, with the Sa'arm getting closer these incidents died down. There are lightly armed guards around the mansion and the club. We have no hints that there are any heavy weapons in the buildings.>

"Sounds like a good and safe enough opportunity for us. I'd like to visit them personally before we extract them. Is there enough free time for today in my calendar?" Guido asked.

<After your daily eight o'clock meeting you have three hours. Four if you skip lunch. The evening is busy with meetings with the Engineering Corps and Earth Command.>

"Okay then, I'll take Private Marvin and Sergeant O'Donnell with me, so please brief them. We need a transporter disk nearby. We'll start at nine o'clock"

<Confirmed.>

Guido and the two Marines emerged from a transporter disk that a drone had located behind a huge bush in the garden of the Schliemann mansion. All three of them were wearing light body armor under civilian clothing. The Marines looked extremely bulky. It took the guards of the building only seconds to spot them. One of them approached them and politely asked, "Excuse me, Sirs, this is private land. Do you have an invitation?"

Guido showed his Confederacy ID. "My name is Centurion Marek. We were invited by one of the owners."

The guard observed the ID card carefully before he answered, "We are pleased. Please follow me." When he turned around, Guido noticed that he mumbled something in a tiny microphone that was attached to the collar of his blazer.

Guido and the two Marines followed the guard to the main entrance of the mansion. A butler opened the door for them and led them through an impressive entrance hall with a wide staircase to the library. He also offered refreshments.

Only seconds later, an old man in his late sixties entered the room. He had gray hair, a well trimmed beard and he was wearing a custom-made black suit. "Good morning, Sirs. I was informed that you are from the Confederacy? I'm a little surprised that the house isn't surrounded by an interdiction field," he said with a wink. "I am Hermann von Hagen, the owner of this little cottage.

"Well, this is an informal visit," Guido replied. He quickly introduced himself and the Marines. "We were a little surprised to find a large bunker under your mansion. Now I'd like to see what you have. Somehow I got the impression that you might be able to fill the bunker again, once we cleared it."

"You want a tour?" von Hagen asked. "I really like to show people round."

"Well, we have an hour or two," Guido replied.

"We won't need that long. However, I like to show you a few things that words can't really explain as well," von Hagen said.

They left the library and Hermann von Hagen started to tell the story of the building and its habitants. "This mansion was built in the late nineteenth century by Heinrich Schliemann. You might know him, he found Troy." They reached a heavy oaken door behind the staircase in the entrance hall. Behind the door, another staircase led to the basement. Antique lanterns spread their light.

"My family bought it in the early twentieth century. They were involved in the preparations of the Nazis, a very dark chapter of my family's history. However, they built the bunker under the mansion. During the war, the house was destroyed, but my father gave order to restore it in its old glory. The bunker was sealed, together with several dark secrets." Von Hagen and his guests wandered along a corridor with several doors to the left. He opened a few doors and showed the interior. The whole basement was a fully equipped dungeon for friends of all types of domination games, sadomasochism and other fetishes.

"When my friends and I decided to redesign the basement like this, we discovered that there was a room missing. One of my friends is a geologist and he knows how to use ground radar. That's how we discovered the entrance to the bunker. That was twenty years ago." They were standing in front of another heavy oaken door.

"It was a little embarrassing for me to learn all about my ancestors and their role during the Nazi era. They stored everything down there, every document and everything else, including the bodies of their last remaining peons that they had lent from Sachsenhausen." This part of the story gave Guido chills down his spine. However, the staircase and the corridors weren't reflecting this dark era. Everything was in excellent shape. The walls were painted in ocher. They were walking on a parquet floor. Only the doors along the corridors were a little too massive to feel completely comfortable.

"Behind these doors live fifty masters, ten of them women, together with their slaves. You know, we are a group of fetish fans and somehow we ended up housing close friends when the Aliens arrived. When the opposition showed up, we professionalized the whole thing. We carefully select among the visitors of the clubs. The last evidence of trust is that they have to show me their CAP cards. No master with a CAP score below 6.5 has ever seen these corridors. We also avoid real sadists. Domination is a game that should never go too far. However, I got the impression that real sadists seldom have the CAP score to volunteer for the Confederacy."

Von Hagen opened one of the doors. "This is a training room," he commented. Guido looked in a small room with a large glass window. On the other side several women were kneeling in front of a man. "Every slave in this house knows the CAP score of her master. What we try to establish is the right mind set. Some of them joined a sponsor just for the chance of evacuation. Here they learn what it means to be a slave."

One of the women approached the man, dropping her short vest to the floor. She knelt in front of the man and opened his zipper, revealing an impressive cock.

"That's Agnes. She's the slave of Paul Motzny, the man over there. She already has the right mind set. She's only the demonstration object here."

Agnes took the cock of Paul in her mouth and slowly impaled herself on it. There was no way she could breathe around the massive intruder, once she buried her nose in his pubic hair. "You know that in the Confederacy, you are truly slaves. Your master decides over life and death," Paul spoke up. Guido and the others could hear him over a speaker system. "You have to please your master. But you can't really please him when you don't trust him. You were all sent here by your masters to watch this little demonstration of true faith." Paul held the head of Agnes with a single finger on the back of her head. Agnes had crossed her arms behind her back and looked up at Paul. She was slowly running out of air. "Agnes knows me well. She doesn't know how far I might go. Suffocating brings up some of the most basic fears. Agnes is willing to please me, and she had passed out more than once with my cock down her throat. I don't think that she wants to die. Do you, Agnes?"

Agnes shook her head without letting go of Paul's cock. Her chest was trying to heave and her stomach was jerking from time to time.

"Agnes trusts me enough to let me do this to her without resistance, even though she displeased me a little this morning by speaking up against my selection of clothing for this event." Agnes eyes grew wide when she heard Paul's words but she didn't try to draw back. Paul was still holding Agnes' head in place with only one finger. Her body was twitching now. Her breath was cut off for well over a minute.

"It is this level of faith you need to build toward your master. He will not kill you for nothing and he will not kill you for a minor fault. You don't need to obey him like a robot if that isn't his explicit wish. Most of us want slaves who use their brain regularly. Only very seldom you will be confronted with an impossible task that you can't fulfill."

Agnes was no longer listening. She was concentrating on not drawing back from her master's cock by accident. From the flickering of her eye-lids it was clear that she would not last much longer.

"You need to ask yourself if you are ready for this level of relationship. It's far beyond from what you know from your submissive relationship to your masters in the past. There is no secret sign anymore that will stop him if you had enough. You must be willing to give your life for his pleasure, even though you don't want to die."

Suddenly, Agnes went limp. Her head slipped from his cock. Paul quickly reached down to catch her before her head could hit the concrete floor. With a mild punch to her chest Paul restarted her breathing. Her lungs were sucking in fresh air but it took Agnes a minute to regain consciousness. Guido noticed that Agnes was wet between her legs. It wasn't pee; it was the white goo of girl's come.

Hermann von Hagen and his guests left the room again. "We have several more training rooms like this. Some lessons are more graphical. Most lessons are not designed to teach skills but to change the mind set. We also train sponsors. We are aware that the responsibility on their side grows."

After a full hour they returned to the library. "What do you say to what you have seen?" von Hagen asked.

"I'm impressed," Guido replied. "Your training seems to be effective. I wish all our concubines could start with training like this."

Von Hagen smiled. "We benefit from the fact that all our slaves became slaves of their own free will. They were not forced to cope with this lifestyle during a two-hour Confederacy extraction. For normal people, becoming concubines means surviving the next years instead of being swarm food. For our slaves, being concubines means being what they always have dreamed of."

"Do you think you can fill the bunker again if we organize an extraction?" Guido asked. "You could join a network that is constantly supporting the Confederacy with pre-packs and even unattached concubines. Some colonies have run out of unattached concubines due to the big number of kids turning fourteen and being sponsor level."

"To be honest, I don't think so," von Hagen replied. "We needed two years to collect fifty sponsors. We might be well prepared but our way is simply not effective. We had the opportunity to do this once and now we hope to leave the planet. I hope you are not too disappointed?"

"Absolutely not," Guido answered. Sub-vocally he called for the waiting extraction team. "Do you think some of your sponsors are interested in becoming tutors for all those who weren't able to imagine what a life under Confederacy rules means?"

"You mean here on Earth?" von Hagen asked.

"Not exactly, but definitely not very far away," Guido replied with a grin. Outside the window an interdiction field had appeared, enclosing the mansion and the park surrounding it. "You know, I am the commander of a lunar base with thousands of sponsors waiting for transportation together with their concubines. But maybe we should continue this conversation later. It seems you need to get your own concubines ready for transportation."