Chapter 3

The sergeant handed Matt and Mr. Jenkins each a device a bit smaller than a basic Kindle. He slipped a third one back into a large pocket. The device was closer to being five by seven inches. Matt looked into the blank screen.

"This is an MKII CAP Card Reader." He flipped the reader over, showing a blank backside. "Pass a card across the device. It reads the CAP index, and accesses the full database about the card holder." He passed Matt's card behind the backside.

"Matthew Dennis Prescott, volunteer assigned to research project Azahar-31.4159-Sanchez." The actual device spoke the information. "CAP score eight point six. Any other information is slated as personal and requires the volunteer's verbal approval."

"Does it do anything else?" Matt wanted to unsay the words as soon as he uttered them.

"Matthew Prescott, I am an extension of the Earthat Artificial Intelligence," the CAP reader replied. Matt's apprehensions calmed as he felt himself grin. "If you will allow me to assist you, I can help you find the most suitable concubines available, using the Reynolds-Heinlein compatibility matrix."

"Cool."

The sergeant added, "Your escort is Corporal Ramirez." Matt looked up, a Hispanic male in uniform was moving toward him. He stopped and extended his hand. Matt took the opportunity to shake it.

"Hello sir."

"Buenos tardes, I am a corporal. I work for a living. Sir is for officers."

Matt stuck to his earlier decision. Ms. Howard said go for it. If he was to be an adult with responsibilities, he needed to stand his ground and explain himself.

"But sir, you are a Marine. I sought to honor your commitment."

"I like you, kid." He mussed Matt's hair. "Let's find something for you to fuck."

The AI interjected. "Corporal, that is not the only consideration."

Matt looked up at the corporal. Shaking his head, Ramirez whispered. "AIs have no sense of romance."

Beeping for attention, his reader flashed a message. "Every CAP card in the building has been read. Potential concubines must submit and surrender their card to you. Any eligible dependents are part of a sponsor-concubine contract unless specifically omitted. This reader will record and verify the contract through the Earthat AI."

Matt looked at Ramirez. Saving Earth meant saving people. "How do I find out if someone has children?"

"Look at the screen," Ramirez pointed back at the device.

On the screen were five women's faces. Three showed husbands present. Two were here unaccompanied. Matt tapped their pictures. Tiffany Carlson, married, age 38, three kids, but she was his classmate Teresa's mom; awkward would be an understatement. Jae Rhee-Smyth 32, the widow of a U.S. soldier, two kids aged five and three.

Mumbling to himself Matt asked rhetorically, "Where is Jae?"

The screen changed to a map of the room. An arrow pointed to his left, moving that way he watched the arrow redirect itself. "I want all questions answered on the display screen."

"Can I ask why?" Matt could hear a real inquisitiveness imbedded in the question from the corporal.

"I read faster than I can hear." The corporal gave him that adult bullshit detector look. Matt went to his best defense, blatant honesty. "If I read what the AI answers, I hold more cards." That and a wink brought a smile to the corporal.

"Remind me never to play poker with you." He nudged Matt onward. The corporal made him think of his big brother Michael.

Moving forward, he found the woman who matched the picture. He stood equal in height with her. Staring at her face, Matt understood why men often thought Asian women were beautiful. Jae had black, fine hair that brushed her shoulders, expressive eyes, set wide, eyes that seemed to hide the pupils in their darkness. Matt marveled at the subtle way her makeup accentuated her features. In her bearing, she communicated her importance and her allure. He became aware that his prick wanted to assist in the interview efforts.

Jae was still clothed; her former employer, Ben Jung, had stopped her from stripping earlier. He had been the only sponsor who wasn't part of the planned extraction. He stated that he had the women he wanted and would not wish to dishonor her. The senior Nam Jung would now own the restaurant. Jae would stay as manager of the catering operation. In the older Nam's eyes, maintaining proper decorum ensured her continued employment.

Watching Ben have his niece suck him to orgasm, Jae was silently thankful for avoiding the humiliation of being naked and not chosen. She only feared for her children's future. It seemed that as the Swarm approached insanity and idiocy grew. This was Y2K a hundred times over.

The march of the Marine and his young charge intrigued Jae. The black boy led the Marine across the room weaving around the tables directly to her. She was a bit intimidated. This Marine was even bigger than her Richard had been. She waited for him to say something, but the boy spoke.

"Jae, I am Matt Prescott." He extended his arm taking her hand in greeting as Americans do. "This is Corporal Ramirez." The touch was light and non-threatening. "I'm a sponsor; may I see your CAP card?"

Caught completely off guard, she complied. Reaching into her purse, she wondered, why do this? Could she debase herself for a slim chance of an escape? He smiled when she pressed the card into his hand. Not wanting to meet his gaze, she looked down as was customary in her culture.

The young black boy had walked straight to her. He never looked anywhere else. Jae peeked up at him again. A strong wide nose set against creamy golden eyes. His tight-cropped hair seemed to wave over his head and highlighted the infectious smile. A small growing wet spot near the pocket of his jeans testified to his excitement. His member was framed in the tight jeans, not that large, yet on his small frame it would appear huge. Glancing up, she realized he was intent on looking at the device in his hands. He showed several things to the corporal. She returned to watching the growing wet spot.

"Mrs. Smyth, I have a proposal."

The word registered but Jae was dumfounded, caught in a moment of disbelief. The corporal's hand flashed softly back and forth in her field of vision, forcing her to tear her eyes from where she was gazing.

"I thought my Kitty had cock lust." Ramirez quipped.

"Maechunbu!" That insult came from Nam Jung.

She wasn't a whore. She found the boy sexually appealing. He could have any woman wanting to escape Earth on the floor, but he came to her first. Jae held out hope, her hands shook slightly.

Nam Jung would never want her working for him now. The only position the older man would want her in now was on her knees, in the back room. She realized because of her white husband, and Nam being 'old minded', that he had always thought she was a whore. Panic streaked into the core of Jae's soul. Tears began to well in her eyes. Her vision became hazy. A hand grabbed her; Jae realized she was quivering uncontrollably.

"Jae it's me, Matt, Matt Prescott."

He pulled her into a hug, letting her lean into him. The emotions were so much easier to read on American men. Matt was more nervous than she was, yet her comfort was important to him.

"Would you be one of my concubines?"

Images from the media flashed in her mind. When her Richard was stationed in Wiesbaden, she recalled an article written by a reporter who filed her last column in the B'rsen-Zeitung, a Frankfurt newspaper, before she became a concubine. "I have my children with me." She wrote the Confederacy took children also. Abandon her children? Never, even if it meant they died together in the invasion.

"I have two children." Jae's clarity and calm diction surprised herself.

Matt stood frozen a moment. Jae never would abandon her small ones even if it meant her death. He clicked the little screen feverishly. His cheeks blushed while his mouth formed an 'oh' shape. "Of course, I meant to include your kids!" His eyes widened, looking into hers. "I didn't mean, God no, I shit, I fucked this up."

Placing both of her hands on his cheeks quieted Matt. "I must have hurt you, forgive me." Tears began to well in his eyes. His concern for her paled in comparison to the power of life and death he held over her. Some might think his sharing his emotions a weakness. For Jae's new family it would become a great strength.

Jae, read her new man completely in the time it took for him to stumble through the apology. She kissed him lightly on his lower lip. He looked at her knowing she had forgiven him.

"Jae will you bring your children and be my concubine?"

Jae had wondered if she ever met another man, could he ever take Richard's place? Now she knew her heart was a much bigger place, room for Richard and more. "I will be your woman."

"Jae Rhee-Smyth is now the concubine of Matt Prescott. Micah and Vera Smyth are his registered dependents."

Jae began to unbutton her blouse. Matt placed his hand on hers. 'He must want to disrobe me', she mused. She found such innocence suddenly erotic. He tugged her hand leading her away.

The corporal then interrupted his plan. "Matt, she has to strip."

Turning back to face her, Jae witnessed his embarrassment. Matt looked at her, then at the corporal, and then back to her. Jae decided then that Matt might be her husband-master-owner, future father of more children, but he needed her to help him fit his new role.

"Yes my Matt, he is right." She took his hand back to the top button. "Help me." 'My Matt,' that phrase made her experience tingles in her groin.

That little crooked smile he gave started her flowing. He began delicately working the buttons, each one was undone a bit quicker than the last. He opened the blouse, pulling each arm free, then he tossed it over her head. His hands moved to the waist of her slacks, no buttons or zippers in view. Hooking his fingers into both her slacks and panties, Matt began pulling them away from her hips. He maneuvered them past her butt, lowering them to her ankles. While he then eased her sandaled feet clear, she had to place her hand on his head for balance. As he stood back up, Matt drew his fingers along the outside of her legs. Jae fought against shoving her sex at his mouth when she felt his exhalation pass. Those very same fingers found their way under her bra, freeing her A-cup breasts. Like the blouse, he lifted that off and away.

Across the room, Jae saw a blonde woman bobbing her head at the waist of the older man who had come forward with Matt.

In her dark places, a wanton Jae emerged. Kneeling before Matt, she kissed the budge in his pants. Next, she found the zipper and pulled it down.

"Jae, please I" placing his hands on her.

The corporal leaned in and whispered something she could not understand. She stopped trying to listen. Matt pulled his hands away.

Matt's odor washed over her, manly with a hint of gaminess. Bath time would need to become a rewarding experience. Fishing into the Y-fly, first Jae discovered little pubic hair but a warm root. It took a little shifting by her and him, but soon he sprang free, Matt's deep ebony warrior weeping for attention. He inhaled and eased his groin back a fraction of an inch.

"Relax Matt," Jae spoke, looking up into his eyes.

"You don't need to."

"Matt," the corporal spoke in a low tone. "She's showing you she understands what she agreed to."

Matt nodded. He never looked away from Jae. She tasted the viscous clear offering at the tip, thick, salty with a hint of sweetness. How much of that was her arousal, Jae wondered. She had a chance to make sex with this boy, no, this man, where Matt and she were going he is a man. The sex with him would become not a chore, or duty but an experience to savor. Many would describe him as a late bloomer. Though not large, he was slightly taller than her five foot three inch frame. Now his entire length fit fully in her mouth.

He was unsure of what to do. His stationary hips reflected his inexperience. Jae reached around his waist, taking hold of both buttocks. Holding him by the pockets of his jeans while she worked intently, he placed his hands onto her temples and pulled ever so gently. His eyes closed and his face changed into a grimace of ecstasy. The first part of his cum shot heavy into her mouth. She pushed into his groin, easing up between the eruptions, pressing hard when she felt the rush down the length of his dick. Jae repeatedly until he finished, spent. Finally, he twitched but there was no reward. Jae kept trying to draw more.

"Stop, stop that tickles," Matt pleaded.

His cock, though engorged, bent under her tongue's ministrations. Looking back into his eyes, she released him. It angled down to the right, shining from her saliva. Kissing the tip again caused him to grunt softly. Jae returned the spent dark warrior back into the white briefs. Kissing the package again, she stood. Matt went to zip himself.

"Don't my Matt," she whispered. "I think we may need to exercise him again."

Pulling Jae from her knees, Matt kissed her full on the lips, no probing tongue; that was a lesson for another day she thought. He held the embrace longer than she thought he would.

"Follow me please."

Matt led her over toward two nude, middle-aged women, a blonde and a slightly older redhead.

"Fucking lucky shit. I wish I was fourteen," a youthful male voice pined.

The reply was condescending and dismissive. "You'da blown your load when she touched it."

"These boys are such fucking pervs," voiced a female exuding disgust.

Matt never bothered to acknowledge his classmates. Jae felt a wave of relief. Why she never wondered, but it was a relief just the same. This showed Jae that she was more than just a trophy.

"Ms. Howard, this is Jae Rhee-Smyth." Matt waited until each woman noticed the other. "Jae this is Ms. Howard."

Jae felt vulnerable. Matt had brought her to this woman for some kind of approval.

"Matt, you chose Jae?"

"Yes ma'am," Matt replied.

Jae quickly realized the woman was reading Matt. Taking Matt's hand, Jae smiled. Ms. Howard's posture eased.

"Matt, I am going with Mr. Jenkins and Mrs. Carlson." Reaching out with both arms, she engulfed Jae and Matt in a hug.

The embrace became protracted. Jae didn't want to break it. She felt a kiss, on her forehead, at the hairline. Hearing another quick kiss the hug opened. "Matthew," the voice took a completely new quality, "you don't need my approval anymore. Go with Jae and make a future."

"Yes Ms. Howard."

Walking back toward the middle of the room, Matt stopped again. Holding the reader for Jae to see, he asked the unit a question. "Of the potential concubines left, is there a good match for Jae and me?"

The box flashed through several faces. Jae noticed them as people in the room. It finally stopped on an olive skinned girl, Jae remembered as the last through the hall door when her Matt had entered earlier. Matt's fingers caused additional screens to pop into and out of view. Jae could make out the words at the tops of the screens. He flipped back and forth between the other women. He finally stopped on one.

"We need to find Elizabeth Carter. She only needs to complete her internship this semester and she will have an Early Childhood Education degree."

Jae was stunned. She hadn't seen anything remotely hinting at what Matt just said. Following him with her eyes, she looked at the Marine.

"Is he touched?" she asked as waves of doubt broke over her spirit.

The Marine didn't respond for what seemed an eternity. Finally, he looked at Jae. The corporal gave a reassuring smile; he then placed his hand protectively on her back urging her forward.

"Matt has the capacity to see a forest and the trees at the same time." Astonishment rode among the words the corporal has just spoken. "He can pull disjointed factors together; make intuitive leaps based on the presented data. He is being designated to work closely with research projects."

Jae suddenly realized there was more to consider. Had he made such a leap with her? Was he Evil? No. Compassionate? Yes. Naive? Yes.

Jae made a mischievous self-centered decision. Matt needed a good dose of female-authored porn. Given his gift described by the Marine, if she could get him to apply that to mutual pleasure, she might die in ecstasy. The giggle came unbidden; the need to taste Matt grew again.

When she walked back by the elder Nam, he repeated the insult, "Maechunbu!"

Jae stopped and turned to face him. Pointing to Matt, she retorted, "For my Matt, Jalangseuleobge!" The old man's face twisted in rage. He tensed. The corporal moved to Jae's side closest to the old man.

"Father Donnelly always said to respect my elders," stated the Marine casually. "My Abuela said to do that only if they deserve it." Ramirez stared at Nam until the old man turned away. He then motioned for Jae to proceed to her sponsor.

Arriving at the table, Matt was speaking quietly to the woman, Jae took a seat next to Matt. He was passing the new women's card behind the reader. Touching him on the back, Jae made her arrival known.

"I know you almost have your early childhood degree."

Astonishment graced the girl's face. "How?"

"Not much connected to the internet is hidden from the Confederacy." Matt's words came forth in a matter-of-fact statement, not condescending but a reminder to think big. "My friend Randy claims to have proof." Jae poked her finger into the top of his ass crack. With the other, she pointed to a flashing blur on the screen. Matt gave an entangled sigh.

"Jae has two little girls who I think you would be great with." Matt took Jae's hand in his and held it out to the woman.

"Thank you but you need to know. I think I'm pregnant." Fear entered onto her face. Matt said nothing. Jae realized he was running through possibilities. The silence grew, she frowned. "It's OK," she continued, "there's no need to try to let me down easily. I'll leave." She started to rise.

Jae felt Matt squeeze her hand.

"Wait!" Jae ordered, hoping she could read Matt. "My Matt is shy with words." Matt turned to Jae and nodded. He faced Elizabeth again.

"Elizabeth Carter, will you be my concubine and let me be a dad to your baby?"

Elizabeth locked her gaze on Matt. Jae knew the girl was her sister concubine in that moment. Whatever power there was running through his mind paled in comparison to what his eyes could convey emotionally. Elizabeth could only nod.

Jae touched her cheek. "You must accept aloud, my new sister."

"If you'll call me Beth, I accept."

"I can do that," added Matt.

"Elizabeth Carter, now Beth Carter, is acknowledged as Matthew Prescott's concubine."

Jae leaned over, pushing Matt into Beth, hugging both. He wiggled to escape. Matt squeaked feebly to the corporal, "Help."

"Son, I ain't that stupid," quipped the corporal in a mock drawl. "You got yourself caught in that woman hug. They'll turn on me if I try anything."

Matt laughed and the corporal joined in.

Jae felt a rush of boldness. "Beth, you'll need to undress." She needed to watch Matt mark Beth as his. Matt placed his hand high on Jae's thigh. Opening her legs, she guided his index finger into her slit. The caress over her clit redirected her attention.

Beth began to remove her top. "Wait till Matt tells you how." Matt took a few centering breaths. He reached up and tugged the tablecloth off a nearby empty table. He flicked it by one side, letting it drape onto the floor.

Matt came back to Jae, "I think she needs me to reassure her by taking charge." He kissed her, and then turned to Beth.

"Lie on this tablecloth."

Beth hopped into position. Matt had her slide a bit, so that his back was to his former classmates. He moved between her knees, bending one by lifting her left calf. He removed a shoe and the sock. Then he ran his thumb along the sole of her foot. Beth pulled that foot away only to have him capture the other and repeat the process. She sat up, starting to giggle nervously.

Pushing her flat onto the floor, he unsnapped her jeans. "Lift your butt, Beth." She lifted; he slid both her underwear and jeans down. Jae could see the bare lips, a hint of moisture sparkling in the light. Beth needed to place her ass back on the floor to let Matt continue to slide her jeans off. Rolling them, he made a little compact tube. "Scoot closer to Jae and sit up." A faint line of moisture on the tablecloth betrayed Beth's passage toward Jae. Matt pulled her shirt over her head. Beth's heavy breasts displayed her excitement. Matt licked each nipple. He pushed her flat back onto the floor. Lifting, he held one calf on his chest. Jae noticed he failed to unfasten his belt.

"Let me," Jae offered. Sinking back to her knees, she undid the belt and brass button on Matt's jeans. His free hand pushed down the far side of his pants. Jae tugged down the near side, springing his cock free again. She ducked in quickly to kiss her little warrior again. She took him into her hand. Moving her torso out of the way, Jae sat back taking a moment to kiss Matt's arm. She stroked Beth's bare lips with the little warrior's head. Matt picked up her other leg, placing both calves against his chest. Then he began to push them apart exposing her core to his gaze.

Grasping firmly, Jae guided his cock to the opening. Beth pushed to receive Matt. Once positioned, she pushed his ass. Taking the hint, Matt moved forward, pressing himself into Beth.

When his progress halted, Jae knew that he buried himself as deeply as possible. Beth had succumbed to Matt's gaze again. "Move your hips, my Matt," she whispered. Matt started thrusting. Slow and deliberate, just like him not wanting to hurt another. Beth obviously knew a good thing when it presented itself. Her legs locked together at the ankles behind Matt's ass. Jae could see Beth matching his rhythm.

Leaning down, she kissed Beth on the cheek. "Beth, tell him how fast or hard." Jae instructed.

"Faster." Beth kept repeating that until her legs unlocked behind his ass. Matt's name echoed across the room. Beth grunted in rhythm with Matt's thrusts. Matt leaned forward exhausted, gulping air. Jae watched as her shared man kissed the other woman. Bits of jealousy flared, but Matt reached back searching for something. She took his hand and he pulled her to his side. Standing, his cock exited Beth. Jae submitted to his caress, which became a kiss. Jae felt Beth hug them both. The kiss stopped.

"Corporal, can we go to the ship?"

"Why, Matt?" inquired Ramirez. "We're not finished; you have more slots to fill. That's not standard procedure until you're finished."

"Do I have to do that now?"

Ramirez whispered. "Keep him busy a few minutes ladies."

As if, the corporal had to ask. Jae felt an arm pull her down. "Come here," whispered Beth as she beckoned with her finger. Matt pushed softly on Jae's back.

"We can't leave our man sticky," Beth mumbled.

That was stupid dialogue from a bad porn flick. Jae glared at Beth.

A whisper offered an explanation. "We have something to do while the corporal checks this out." A shit-faced grin grew on Beth. "I'm on this side." Beth then licked her side of Matt's ball sack.

"Beth," Jae replied. "If we are going to make this a habit we all are going to need to add pineapple to our diet."

"I'm fucked," intoned Matt from above them. Even the corporal wasn't there to ease this new torment.

Seconds later Ramirez spoke. "You are going to be transported to the ship."

Jae and Beth hiked up Matt's pants. Buckling his belt, they left his cock exposed. "We're ready, Corporal Ramirez." Matt offered. The corporal turned and led them by Nam Jung and his wife. Jae and Beth led Matt by his cock. Nam shook with rage. Jae remained silent, but stared until the old man turned away.

"Jae", the corporal addressed her.

"Yes."

"What's the address your kids are at this fine evening?"