Chapter 7: Girls' Invitational

Another summons came early in the evening. Michael was surrounded by two happy teens, snuggled up after an hour or so of orgasmic play. Carole's schedule said it was Carley's turn, and she had invited her sister, Michael's newest human partner wife, to join them. Patricia appreciated both the additional sex and the opportunity to share this new intimacy with her only remaining relative.

Dora's interruption was fortuitous in that they were cooling down and not heating up. <Centurion Matthews asks if the team can meet with him in your quarters in half an hour. I'm alerting your other wives as we speak,> she announced.

<Of course,> Michael responded. <Did he say if this is business or social?>

<Business. That's why I used his title> came the reply. <He said that he would be bringing 'new faces' and a familiar name, Marshal Pope.>

Well, that was a new twist. As far as Michael knew, Earthlings were never brought off Earth unless they were being extracted. That was one reason Michael and his team had yet to meet his Earthside boss face-to-face. He wondered what was changing -- policy, or was the marshal being extracted?

<He also said to be sure your 'whole harem' is present, so I've been briefing them as well. He said not to worry about Hannah as she is hanging out with his Ninja Twins, and he has already let all three know.>

More interesting.

He smacked his two partners on their cute derrieres, grabbed one hand each and headed for the shower, explaining to Carley as they went. While stealing a few minutes to wash each other's hair and ensure their recently used sexy bits were especially clean, Michael asked Dora to confirm the rest of his family had replied. <Ask them to wear their sexy 'naughties.' We want our guests to appreciate our lovelies.>

Dora acknowledged.

The three playmates exited the large bedroom to find most of their family arrayed on the floor cushions in their large family room. Rachel and Cathleen were seated on a sofa in the conversation pit with a space left between them for Michael. The treasures on display within the naughties made him want to forget business and get down to business!

As they entered, Dora announced the arrival of their visitors, and Michael asked her to admit them as he and Patricia detoured to the opening door in welcome.

First through the door was Sam Matthews, followed by two men unknown to Michael, though he could make a good guess on the one in a large Stetson and cowboy boots. The other was a mystery. They were followed by Matthews' ever-present Aztec, Chica; the Ninja Twins, Ko and Ki, Hannah, the family's missing sponsor-wife; and yet another unknown woman.

Before Michael could speak to welcome them, Cowboy Boots stepped forward and grabbed his hand. "Damn boy! I thought I was funnin' back when I said you were the only deputy I had runnin' around with a harem, but dammit, I didn't know the half of it! Randy Pope. Glad to finally shake your hand." He drew a breath and continued, "They can't have all started out this beautiful, Confederacy technology is a wonder."

Michael took the offered hand and countered, "Well, aside from a little toning and removing some scars, moles, and the like, what you are seeing is what I first beheld. And you are entirely correct in that they are truly wonders of nature."

Then Centurion Matthews, the family's other boss, stepped forward and spoke, "Dora, before I introduce the other two newcomers, I need for you to program every one's nanites to prevent discussion or even mention of my briefing with anyone not present in this room. That includes those nanites we gave Marshal Pope before we brought him here."

Dora's response was immediate. <I can't do that without authorization from one of the family's sponsors. It leaves them open to violation of their contract with the Confederacy.>

Matthews frowned and muttered, "I can't believe I set myself up for that!" He spread his hands, and turned to the assembled family. "Look, what I need to tell you is not to be disclosed within the Confederacy much less elsewhere. I can't tell you why until you are restricted, because I'm restricted myself."

Michael looked around at his ladies. As he turned, each nodded agreement, and they faced Matthews, agreeing. "We trust you Sam. Go ahead Dora, but monitor for any attempt to subvert the contract and inform us all immediately. To be on the safe side, clone yourself and seal the coming information from any unauthorized access, human or AI."

Dora acknowledged, but failed to point out that she was already sealed.

One of the two unfamiliar guests advanced, shook Michael's hand, then turned to the seated family, and said, "Hi folks, I'm Llewelyn Carter" he grinned, "unless you can pronounce the Welsh double-ell I recommend you just call me Lew, easier on your tongues and our ears. This is Sharn who will be deputising for me on this assignment. For reference, her name is spelled S-I-A-N, and for the really pedantic amongst you, it has a cap, like a lance-corporals chevron, over the A."

He smiled at them more genially. "If you don't mind, let's get ourselves arranged, and we can get to business. It's definitely urgent."

It was the first time many of them had heard an accent quite like his, and it had definitely piqued their curiosity.

Chica, frequent visitor that she was, had headed to the replicator to pick up the mug of coffee already waiting there for Sam. The favorite beverages of the remaining guests were also waiting, and she helped Mandy and Naomi get them in the correct hands.

Hannah had joined her family and the visitors were seated on two sofas situated to face the entire group.

Marshal Pope spoke first. "This afternoon, we received a call from a distraught mother. Her daughter is a student at a high end, girls' boarding school, and the school has been taken over by a gang of Earth Firsters. Her daughter was in a supply room and was able to phone out when she realized what was happening. She's hiding and hasn't been found, but there are between one hundred fifty and two hundred girls and women trapped in that building, and you are going to get them out. Unharmed!"

Pope continued on, "The school was starting a long weekend of an all-girl retreat. Students, faculty, support staff, and guests were all in the auditorium for a kick off assembly. Here's the key, all cell-phones had been collected and locked away so family and friends are not expecting any communications until Sunday night or Monday morning.

"Apparently, they were gassed sometime near the start of the program and woke as prisoners of a cadre of Earth Firsters." He raised his hand to forestall questions. "We know this because Miss Debbie Waters had snuck into a storeroom to retrieve her hidden cell phone to call a boyfriend. The storeroom is next to the faculty lounge and shares a heating vent. Miss Debbie heard a discussion between several of the plotters, including one referred to as 'Sheriff', and wisely stayed put and quiet."

The marshal looked around. "You can probably see where this is going. Miz Waters, the mother, was aware that the local sheriff's department is full of Earth Firsters, so she Googled 'U S Marshals' for a phone number, called her district office, and was put through to me. Thanks primarily to you folks, I'm now heading a confidential, nation-wide section of tactical operations to deal with illegal Earth First situations. More on that later." He nodded to our other boss to take over.

Papa Sam took a pull from his now half full travel mug of strong, blonde, sweet, 'hawt' coffee. "Once in a while separate organizations come up with similar tools to address similar problems." Pointing at Lew and Siân, "Meet the Confederacy's similar, confidential -- secret actually -- tools. They belong to a department-that-doesn't-exist."

Lew laughed, Siân just smiled, and in that moment most of them recognized her as related to Lew. He gestured to the wall and requested, "Dora, please project my department's mission as explained to me by my boss then, Lieutenant Colonel Wilkerson."

On the wall appeared the side view of a Spartan office. Standing in front of the desk, the viewers could see a younger version of the man now before them. Seated behind an all but empty desk was a much older man with a malicious grin on his face.

He spoke. "Your job," he paused and waved at a chair. "Fuck's sake, sit. You're makin' the place look untidy." He waited until Lew sat in the indicated chair, and then continued.

"Your job, Major, is to interdict, disrupt, and generally make life a nuisance for any and all Earth Firsters. Particularly those that are goin' to make trouble for the Confederacy. Understand?"

"Er. I think so, sir." Then Lew's image asked, "Where? What limitations?"

"Limitations? You have to work with the locals. You have to ensure that under no circumstances does the Confederacy get dragged into a war, even a silly little firefight. We are to be kept out, and kept clear. Anonymous. Understand?"

"Yes sir," responded Lew's image.

"Good," continued Wilkerson, "Now. Your beat as it were. Stay out of North America. Stay away from anywhere Panama and north. You go there and I'll have your guts. That's the important bit, I don't want you queering it up. The rest is up to you. Except. Stay away from Russia. For the moment anyway ... ."

"That's enough," Lew interrupted the scene. "You can understand why we need to keep this information compartmentalized, and your team, being what it is, has presented me with an opportunity in the United States. I believe it is known there as a twofer."

Patricia couldn't contain herself. "A twofer one? But you were directed to stay out of North America! Aren't you disobeying orders?"

All the senior officers laughed. "That was nearly ten years ago," said Lew with a chuckle, "and the bar only lasted a few months while another very important mission was going ahead. They just didn't want me accidentally getting in their way. In any case," he added with a sly grin, "I'm not going to North America, your team is. AND the truly actionable parts of my orders are first, to disrupt Earth Firsters and second, not get caught. We are going to take advantage of this rescue and turn it into a sting operation. He turned to Sam and asked. "That is the correct term, is it not?"

Sam responded, "Your terminology is correct on both counts, but in this case, we are going for a 'three for one.' We have yet another colony that needs experienced, 'high end' school teachers and a supply of concubines for newly minted sponsors. We'll pickup everyone interested, either as sponsors, concubines, or as filles du roi."

Randy stepped back in, "These jackals have put these girls and women up for sale to other Earth First cells. They advertised a 'prime lot of virgins,' generatin' a lot of interest, and the payment must be in gold or silver. Leaders and key members of multiple cells are due in town tomorrow and will enter the school for the auction Saturday morning."

Lew looked around, "So we are going to make them all just mysteriously disappear. The bad guys, the students, the faculty, whoever's there. It's going to look like the leadership absconded with their organization's funds, and there will be no one around to say 'yay' or 'nay' nor become a target."

He smiled at Siân. "Siân is dying to go in and kick some arse too, but this is your party, and I need her to remain here as your liaison to my department. She's my North American team leader. In a worst case scenario, she can call in a platoon of Confederacy marines, but there had better not be a worst case."

Sam looked at Michael. "She's not happy about that, and you won't be either. The first team in needs to be all women." This time it was Sam who held up his hand to forestall an interruption. "I know! I remember your damned contract, but you will come to the same conclusion once you see the whole situation. If it helps, Ko and Ki are lobbying to dance, and I've told them if they are invited, they can go to the party." He looked at the room full of women. "Not that I'd have snowball's chance in Hell making a 'no' stick."

Having laid out the overall situation and general goals, Randy, Lew, and Siân made the rounds and met each of those present. Sam made a point of meeting the family's new additions. Knowing that this was a highly trained and motivated team, they made no distinction between sponsors and concubines.

Then they broke into planning groups matching skills with anticipated needs. Carole's foresight in assessing interests and skills began to assert itself.

Billie and Birdie, the engineering Nerds, had made themselves experts in explosives, forced entry, demolition and the like. They asked Dora for all the known information on the school's buildings and grounds, together with any historical documents on prior buildings. Dora obliged and they retreated to a corner where Dora started projecting the requested blueprints and maps. They were soon oblivious to the rest of the room.

Cathleen gathered a team of companions. First was Sunny, her nurse; she added Lizzy and Yasmin, the two teachers, and Naomi, the aspiring social worker. "There will surely be physical and emotional trauma among the captives," she told them. "We'll go in armed, but we are the medical response team."

The others were still sorting themselves into groups when Dora spoke. "Marshal Pope, you have a call from a Miss Debbie Waters, how do you want to take it?"

"Hot damn," Randy responded, "put her on a speaker phone -- or whatever."

He immediately greeted his caller, "Hello Darlin'. This is Marshal Pope. How is Miss Debbie holding out?"

"Okay, I guess," came a low, shaky voice. "I'm scared and hungry, but they haven't found me yet. They all left the conference room to check out my friends, so I can talk until I hear them coming back."

"Well, I'm here with the team that is coming to get you and your friends," Randy explained. "Let me ask you questions so we will have what we need to make this work. Do you know how many bad guys there are?"

Debbie answered, "I think that there are nine in the building. They come to the conference room to eat and talk. I made a list of all the names they used, and there are nine names. They keep calling one of the men 'Sheriff,' and he makes phone calls to three guys named Gus, Scooter, and Junior."

"What else do they talk about?" asked Randy.

"Well they put something called 'Claymores' on all the windows and doors and Sheriff says he has a 'dead man switch' -- whatever that is."

"Darlin', that is really important. Thanks!" enthused Randy. "Do you have any idea what they are doing with your friends and how they are?"

"Almost everybody is in the Gym. When they woke up, bad guys told them they were Confederacy and that there was going to be a special pickup. I can't see them, but I'm pretty sure some of them are wearing uniforms. Then they asked all volunteers to come forward and told them they were being taken to another room to be briefed. Sheriff was laughing at how easy it was to identify the 'traitors.'"

"You know, people talk about teenage girls yakking, but these guys never stop. Brag about this, gonna fuck that, it's downright ridiculous!" and she was off and running again.

"So anyway, the guys said that there were twenty volunteers, and they are handcuffed and lying on mattresses. We put down a bunch of mattresses in the teachers' lounge for the teachers to use during the retreat, so I guess that's where the volunteers are. From all the bragging, I know some have already been raped. I think the bad guys give them candy bars and water and sometimes walk them to the bathroom. They talk and laugh about watching them pee."

"I wish I had a candy bar right now. There's bottled water in here, but nothing to eat."

"I'm sure sorry hon. We'll get you out as soon as we can. You hold on, stay brave, and you'll be fine."

"I know," came the answer, "but it's hard, and I am scared."

"What have the bad guys said about their plans for your friends?"

"They plan to sell us." Debbie was crying now. "They asked who wanted to be extracted, and told them to get naked. They are recording everyone naked and double checking to see who still has her cherry. Sheriff says they will get the best price. The auction is supposed to start at 11:00 the day after tomorrow -- Saturday. They even said they have a whorehouse madam and two pimps coming in from California."

"He said that once they find out who is still a virgin, the bad guys can test drive any of the others that they want. It's horrible."

"The ones who did not want to volunteer are locked in another room. Sheriff says they will make bad slaves, so they are going to be offered to the highest bidders for rape and something called 'snuff'. They say they are 'Earth First' but they are really 'Me First!'" she sniffled.

"I know sweetheart, I know," Randy sympathized. "We're gonna get you all out. We'll get those jackals and make them pay. I don't want to keep you too long. They may come back soon. Is there anything else you can think of?"

"Well, I never saw this myself, but a couple of the seniors whisper about a secret entrance they use to sneak out and meet their boyfriends. Something about a railway tunnel."

"Maybe 'underground railroad'?" asked the enthused marshal.

"That's right! That's what they called it," came the answer.

"We're on it!" yelled Birdie.

After making sure that Debbie had a phone battery charger, reminding her to keep her phone muted, and ensuring that she had a number to text him -- Randy did his best to reassure her again and signed off.

Lew, Randy, and Sam looked at each other and nodded. "I'll hang around for a short while," Lew said softly to the other two, "but then I'll leave you in the more than capable hands of Siân. You know where I am if you need me."

Randy spoke, "My turf, my operation. Okay folks, Debbie's time is 8:35 PM. I understand that your family operates on Central Time, which is," and he checked his watch, "7:35 PM. We need to be in that school before daylight -- say by 6 AM local time. The building needs to be secure by 10 AM, the prisoners gone by noon, and the sting operation in place by evening."

"My view is that just so long as the Earth Firsters continue to be a waste of oxygen, I don't much care who or how," said Lew softly. "But I am interested to see how these young ladies go about it."

Sam interjected, "Ditto that, but those assholes are impersonating Confederacy personnel. That puts disposition at my discretion. Randy, you won't need to worry about courts."

Randy nodded and continued, "Okay. I expect an operational overview by 10 PM and detailed plans by midnight -- half past at the latest. I'm winding you up, and now I'm gonna watch you run." And with that, he and his two partners sat down to do just that.