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.

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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.

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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.

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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."
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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.
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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.