Chapter 2

Two really big guys walked out of the hall leading to the bathrooms, just as two more came in from the parking lot, right behind one of the delivery drivers. The driver was half a head shorter than them, but probably weighed quite a bit more. The first guy answered Marcy's question. "That would be a pickup, a Confederacy pickup that is." The other two took up positions by the door and motioned the driver over to the guy in charge. "Everybody just stay in your seats, so we can get this over with as quickly as possible. I'm Sergeant Talbot and I'm here for the six of you that qualify to get off this rock."

It figures, doesn't it? I'd just made up my mind not to go, and here was the extraction we'd been trying so hard to get into. I was so glad that it had happened after I'd found out about Tammy, otherwise I would have been stuck with her. I looked over at the coeds and I admit I was tempted, those kind of girls would normally never give me the time of day, and if I wanted, I could have two of them. I could tell because all four of them already had their tops off, they were that eager to be picked up. I tore myself away when the Sergeant started calling out names. The one at the top of the list must have been the delivery driver, because no one moved when he called it out. There were a couple of guys from a booth in the far corner, regulars I'd seen before who always came with their wives and kids. Then he called one of the girls in back, the one who was a senior in our high school, kind of cute in a painfully shy way, with big thick glasses. I almost burst out laughing when he got to dad and I. "John Rich, and..." a long pause here "John Rich?" He looked really confused, then like he was listening to someone talk and I knew he had a link with the AI, just like you said.

Dad staggered a little as we walked over to the Marines. I took my time and looked around. The coeds had managed to get naked, and a few other women were on their way there. I was already hard, but knew I wasn't going to get any. I think that's why I was able to keep it cool. I still beat dad there easily, at the end he was walking backwards, still looking at the naked college girls.

The marines gave a spiel, sounding bored, like they'd given it a hundred times before. I only listened with half an ear, watching the people, but from what I could tell it was exactly what you told me it would be. The pizza driver rubbed his hands together like a kid in a candy store. The girl, Chrissy, looked scared, really nervous. The two other guys looked happy, and kind of relieved. They had their prepacks with them, so they were all set. The two were brothers and between them had six concubines. They'd walked up to the front with all their concubines' cards already in their hands, ready to go.

Sergeant Talbot briefed us individually in reverse order of how he called us. The pizza guy wasn't happy about it, but one of the marines just grabbed his arm and whispered into his ear and he settled down. That meant he wanted to talk to me first. I took a last look at the naked girls and shook my head. "I'm not volunteering."

His partner looked at me sharply, he'd been heading over to brief dad. "What do you mean not going?"

Talbot held up his hand cutting the marine off. "Why not? Got someone you want to take that's not here?"

I shook my head again. "No, I want to stay here and fight, I think I can do more good here."

The other guy started to talk again, but Talbot took my arm and led me a few steps away. "Are you sure about this son?" I nodded. "I'll make you a deal, take this card reader and go sit down, If you change your mind, let me know. If you want to look at some cards, that's fine, but if you do any test rides, I'll take that to mean you are volunteering. I'll come see you after I get everyone else squared away and we'll talk. You agree and you won't get any hassle from us. We got a deal?"

"Okay Sergeant," I said "thanks for not pushing."

I started back to the table, but didn't get far. "Johnny, please, take me." It was Marcy, I knew it was her before I turned around. She reached for me, and I grabbed her hands reflexively. "Please take me Johnny, I'll be good for you, I'm good with kids and you'll need someone who is."

I kept my voice quiet, trying to calm her down. "I'm not going Marcy, I'm gonna stay here."

"Don't joke about it Johnny, I've got kids, I've got to get them away, I'll do anythi..."

"Out of the way you idiot, he doesn't want a drudge like you." One of the cougars that had been yelling at Marcy pushed her away. Her four friends were with her. I don't know why they all decided to hit me up, but looking back on it I think they figured they would be able to control me because of my age.

I made a show of looking them over, they weren't really bad looking, not even all that old really, only in their thirties, and the Confeds could take care of that. No, it was their eyes that set off warning bells in my head. There was a kind of a hardness around the edges. I figured if I told them I wasn't going, some or all of them would follow me around trying to talk me into it. "Look ladies, I can't take all of you, and I'm kind of shy." I pointed to Freddie, one of the delivery guys I happened to know from college. "You want to go fuck him, then ask him to come over and tell me who was best?"

They turned to look and Freddie, who couldn't have heard us. He's not a bad looking guy, kind of skinny and shy, but pretty smart. I was kind of surprised he didn't have the score to volunteer. The idea of a competition seemed to appeal to them, and they stalked over to him like the predators they were. By the time they got there they were naked, and he looked like a deer caught in five sets of headlights.

"Oh, Johnny, that was mean." Marcy still had hold of one of my hands. I looked down into her gray eyes, and thinking that I ought to explain, but she'd figured it out. "You really aren't going are you? I know you, you wouldn't pick like that." She was about to cry. "What am I going to do?"

I nodded over at Chrissy. "She could take you. She'll probably need some help with kids."

She shook her head. "She's going to take her sister and a guy." I hadn't realized that the other waitress, Gina, was Chrissy's sister. They don't look alike at all. "I wish you were going. I'd kind of hoped to go with you and Tammy, she'd told me she was okay with it because she didn't like to watch kids. Susan asked your dad for me, and he doesn't want me either, he knows about the burns. Wish me luck." Marcy gave my hand a squeeze, then let go, pushed her shoulders back so her tits stuck out, and marched over to the fat delivery driver. A Marine was briefing him. The Marine didn't bat an eye when she dropped to her knees in front of the driver and unzipped his pants. The fat guy jumped about a foot, and suddenly wasn't paying any attention to the Marine, just to the mouth wrapped around his cock.

I got back to the table right after dad did. He was leaning on the table staring at my sisters. "Either of you sluts virgins?" he asked.

Lucy blushed. "Dad!" she said, but she raised her hand. Carmen just looked down at the table.

Dad reached down and pulled Carmen out of the booth, motioning Lucy to follow. "Strip, both of ya," he said "lemme see ya proper." Both of them were in sandals and shorts, and had raided my closet for t-shirts. They hesitated, looking embarrassed. "Go ahead, strip down" he ordered, "You gotta do it sometime, and the sometime is now." Carmen kicked off her sandals and pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it on the table, then dropped her shorts to the floor. Lucy did the same. They stood there, in panties and bras, Lucy in one of those soft cotton training bras. Dad glared at them. "Everything, everything off." he demanded. "That's the only thing girls are good for. Yer damn mother only gave me one boy, but at least he turned out a real man."

He turned to look at me "Gonna fight the dickheads, that's good boy, proud of ya." the coeds behind me caught his attention and he looked at them thoughtful for a moment. I didn't know what to do. I hadn't seen my sisters naked in years. I'd forgotten about the lighter blotches Carmen had on her body, like birthmarks but big. She always wore a one piece swimming suit to cover them up. Her tits were bigger than they looked under her clothes, and she had a big patch of brown hair between her legs that she covered with her hands.

Lucy was blushing like crazy, but instead of looking at her feet like Carmen, she stared straight at me, like she was daring me to look. Her tits were only little bumps and she had a fuzz of fine hair above her tiny slit. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I think you'll understand and won't judge me. I'd gotten hard from seeing the naked girls, and Marcy's blow job, but the way Lucy looked at me, I nearly creamed my pants.

Dad looked back at my sisters, then at the coeds again. Finally, he pushed Lucy back into the booth. "You stay here, gonna take my time with you." He grabbed Carmen by the arm and dragged her over to the college girls. He pushed Carmen to her knees, and pointed to the floor next to her. "You sluts line up next to her, on your knees. It's time for a test drive." The girls hesitated, but took one look at the delivery driver and I guess they figured dad was the only game in town, because they lined up real quick.

Their boyfriends sure didn't like it though. One of them grabbed a beer bottle from the table and came at Dad. Even drunk, dad was too fast for him. The guy went down, hard. I think dad broke his jaw. Dad took a step, grabbed a chair and smashed it over the next guy's head. There were a couple of zaps and the other two went down. Across the room, the two brothers hurried their prepacks along down the hallway to where the portal was set up.

Dad stared at the two guys who'd been zapped, looking like a little boy who'd had a toy taken away. Eventually his eyes fell on the line of girls and his smile came back. He stood in front of Carmen and pulled out his dick. "You've been giving it up already, so now it's my turn. Blow me."

She looked up at him wide eyed. "Do I have to?"

"You do if you don't want to be lizard food."

I started to move, but Lucy grabbed my shirt. Looking down I saw her shake her head and point to the Marines. They were watching, stingers ready. There was nothing I could do, and he wasn't forcing her. I'd known she'd have to make babies with Dad, but I hadn't thought he'd push like that. She reached out and started to stroke him, watching as it grew. It looked like she didn't really believe she was doing it. I couldn't really believe she was doing it either, and I let Lucy pull me back into the booth. Carmen tentatively licked the head, and Dad let out a soft moan of anticipation. She started working on him, but it was obvious she wasn't very experienced at it.

The goth looking girl pushed her aside. "This is what you want." she told Dad. She took him in her mouth, bobbed once, twice, and then on the third bob ran his seven inch prick right down her throat.

She did that four or five times before he grabbed her hair and pulled her off. "Enough, next slut gets a chance." He moved over a little and grabbed hold of one of the blondes.

Lucy whispered into my ear. "Why aren't you picking somebody? You're supposed to get two."

I looked away from dad and over to the others. Most of the people left were watching Freddy fuck the women. They had him on the ground, and one was riding him cowgirl style while another fed him a nipple. Two others were arguing over who got to go next while the last was trying to stuff one of his hands up her cunt. Marcy was still working on the fat guy, who was making noises like a freight train as she alternated between swallowing him down and teasing him with her tongue. Chrissy looked back and forth at the scene like a frightened rabbit, holding tight to her sister's arm.

"I'm not going." I told her. "I was only going because Tammy talked me into it. I can't believe I didn't realize she didn't like kids, but it's obvious now that I think about it." It was too. She never offered to help with the little girls when she came over, not even as much as holding one for a few minutes. All the other girls who came over held them as much as Mom would let them. I wondered if she'd ever changed a diaper in her life. I took another look around the room, painfully aware that Lucy was naked and clinging to my arm. I pointed to my shirts sitting on the table. "Why do you girls keep stealing my shirts?"

Lucy looked confused, but after a second she answered, so soft I almost didn't hear her over the sound of the fat guy cuming. "Cuz they smell like you. They smell safe. Like having you with us all day long." I made the mistake of looking at her. She was looking up at me, so afraid, so vulnerable. I just wanted to hold her and keep her safe from everything. But that was Dad's job. He was going to take her and Carmen and Mom off planet, just as soon as he picked one more concubine.

Instead, I pulled out my CAP card and laid the reader on top of it. The reader you made works fine, I'm pretty sure the sub scores came out exactly the same, but the Confederacy's readers have an advantage. You can drill down into the sub scores to what they are, but for most of the scores there is a listing of why. I don't think the information is actually encoded in the card, I think the reader is interpreting the scores using a connection to the AIs. I got good marks on intelligence, loyalty and aggression, the nurturing score wasn't bad either. I guess changing all those diapers was good for something. I showed the readouts to Lucy, then reached over to Carmen's purse and pulled out her card.

We went over them together, and I tried to ignore the smell of sex filling the room. Carmen's best score was her nurturing, her sex score was just a tick higher than mine, but her scores for aggression were low, the reader said it was likely that part of this was natural submissiveness, while some of it was due to her self-image. Lucy's card was a puzzle. Both aggression and submissiveness were high, so was her sex score. Her nurturing score was lower than mine. I dug into the sub score looking for why the aggression and submissiveness scores seemed to be linked. From what I read, and what you'd told me, usually if one is high, the other is low. The explanation I found was that she liked to fight, but also that she liked to lose. That explained a lot about her. She is always jumping on me or teasing, or trying to tickle me, and a lot of the time she won't stop until I pin her down and hold her for a while as she tries to escape.

I was letting Lucy play with the reader, looking at my card again when I noticed Chrissy standing next to us. I patted the seat next to me. "Sit down Chrissy, can I help you?"

She did, looking at Lucy, then looking away quickly. Her eyes lit on Dad trying out the coeds, so she shifted her gaze, staring down at the table. "They say you're not going?"

"No, I'm going to stay, Dad can get everyone else out."

She was quiet for a bit "You know that everyone who goes has to have babies?"
I nodded. "So they have to have someone to have babies with..."

I looked at her, trying to figure out what she was talking about, then suddenly it just clicked. "Chrissy, are you asking my advice?" It was her turn to nod. I looked around the room. There were a couple of older guys, but I didn't think Chrissy would be comfortable with an older man, not when she was supposed to be in charge. She needed someone like... "How about Freddie? You know him don't you?"

"Not really. He just started and he's out driving most of the time. Besides he's kind of quiet."

"I have a couple of classes with him, he's real smart, and seems like a nice guy. I'm kind of surprised he isn't a sponsor."

"But all those women..."

I looked over, they'd switched positions. He was sitting in a chair while one rode him. There were a different pair of tits in his face, and another one was... well I guess she was licking his balls, but it was hard to be sure. "That's kind of my fault. I sicced them on him. I didn't want them ganging up on me." There was quite a crowd around them. "I think you should take him, Why don't you go over there and check his CAP card? The Marines can help you find it."

She looked at me, then back to the scene. He wasn't an unwilling participant. He bucked himself into the woman riding him, and she screamed a long trailing "Yeeeessss!"

Chrissy stood up. "He's making them happy, and in front of all those people too. I wonder..." She walked towards them, alternating between staring and looking away blushing.

It was hard to sit there and pretend that everything that was going on didn't affect me, but I think I handled it pretty well until the shouting started. "What the fuck? No way in hell I'm taking you! Get the fuck away from me!" I looked up just in time to see the fat guy push Marcy away. I guess he must have told her to strip and gotten distracted by the show. He probably didn't know about her burns until he saw them either.

I can still see the despair in her eyes as she fell to the floor. It's odd that's what I remember most, when there was so much else to see. It looked kind of like she was wearing mottled red leggings with white short shorts, and a darker red shirt, the kind with just one shoulder and one sleeve. One breast had fallen free, a little saggy but otherwise perfect. The thing was, she wasn't wearing any clothes, she was naked. The one breast that had fallen free was the only one she had, the left was a twisted lump of scar tissue.

The accident happened about two years ago, before we found out about the Swarm. I remember reading about it when it happened, but only about the accident itself. What happened after, I heard her tell my mom when we stayed late one night. Marcy with her husband, four year old daughter and new baby boy were coming home from visiting family just after the New Year. A truck going the other way hit a patch of ice and spun out, scattering a load of fence posts. They, as well as the two cars behind them, crashed. They were only shaken up, but the doors were jammed shut, and gasoline fumes filled the car. They managed to force the doors open and get out. Yelling at her husband to get the baby, she smashed the back window, pulled her daughter out and ran behind the car and across the road to safety. On the way she took off her coat and wrapped her little girl in it. When she got there, he was staring at the car in horror, and he didn't have the baby. She yelled at him to get him, but he wouldn't go, too afraid of the spreading pool of gasoline.

Since he wouldn't go, she did. Handing the girl to him, she ran back across the road, splashing thorough the puddles. She smashed that window with a rock, just like she'd done on the other side, and leaned into get her baby. The car seat was stuck, and she was struggling with the straps when there was a spark under one of the other cars. She heard the fire coming for her, but kept working, taking just a fraction of a second to pull her knit wool hat down over her face. She got the baby out, ignoring the flames that leapt up and set her jeans and t-shirt on fire. She wrapped him in a quilt, held him tight to her, and carried him back through the fire. She didn't collapse until she reached the melting snow on the other side of the road.

She woke up three days later in the hospital, and didn't get out for another two months. Her husband only visited twice the whole time she was there. The bastard stuck around until they got a settlement from the insurance company then he took off, with the money of course. Her baby nearly lost his foot. It had fallen out of the blanket while she pulled him from the car and got burned by the flames. He's only just started to walk, after a bunch of operations.

The fat guy turned away from her and moved closer to the show. Marcy just curled up in a ball and sobbed. I started to get up, I mean I had to do something, but I bounced off of Carmen who wrapped her arms around me, buried her head in my chest, and cried. "Dad won't take us. He won't even take Mom."

Dad still had the coeds on their knees, heads back and mouths wide open. I pushed past Carmen. "You two wait here, I'll go talk to him."

He noticed me coming, and turned around, dick hanging out and only half hard. "Hey Johnny, watch this." He stepped up to the redhead, took aim, and pissed in her mouth. He pinched it off and some of it trickled out, running down her body. "Swallow." he told her, and she did, tears streaming down her cheeks. He stepped over to one of the blondes and did the same. "Your mama never did that for me, and your fucking slut of a sister wouldn't do it either. I got me four that will now, and no more screeching kids."

He was plastered. He'd drunk a gallon and a half of beer plus whatever he'd had before he got to the restaurant. I tried to talk to him, but he just kept pissing in the girls' mouths and giggling as they swallowed it down. When he ran out of piss he ordered them to stand up and marched them over to the Marines.

I stared after him, I just couldn't believe it. I never thought he'd do that to Mom. Behind me Lucy screamed. "No!" I spun around. The fat guy had her by the hair, trying to make her blow him. I reached him in three steps, and kicked him in the back of the knee. He went down hard, and I grabbed Lucy and pushed her back into the booth, away from him.

One of the marines moved between us, pointing a stinger at me. "Stand down." he told me, pointing to the booth. "I'll handle this." He helped the guy up and led him away. "No means no you stupid fuck. Why don't you take one of those." He pointed at the cougars. "You can make them look however you want. You want them this tall with huge boobs, you can do it, you want to shrink em down to midgets, you can do that too..."

The girls clung to me, Carmen on one side, and Lucy's naked body in my lap. She babbled as I held her close "I don't wanna die, Johnny, I don't wanna die. I just couldn't do that, not with him."

I tried to tell her, tell them, that everything would be all right. Trying to calm them down. Somehow I found myself saying "I could take you, but it would mean having babies with me." I hadn't meant to say it, but it sure got their attention.

Lucy's tear streaked face looked up at me "I could do that. I mean I was gonna have to do it with dad. I know you wouldn't be mean to me like that guy was to Marcy."

"We'd be happier with you than with dad." Carmen broke in, "He looks at us like you do but he's not as nice. He wants to hurt us like he does Mom at night."

"Mom likes it...." Lucy said, and then so softly I almost couldn't make out the words, she continued. "I might like it too."

I don't know what came over me. I grabbed one of her tiny nipples and gave it a little twist. She jumped and moaned, and my dick which had softened, perked right back up. "You do like it don't you?"

She turned bright red, and nodded.

Carmen gently reached down and stroked me through my jeans. "Take us Johnny. Please."

How could I say no? I didn't just go volunteer though. I pushed Lucy off my lap and scooted out of the booth, then tossed them the t-shirts. "Put those on. Put your panties on too." Carmen reached for her bra, but I grabbed her wrist. "No, if you want me to take you, you have to do what I say. Just the t-shirt and panties."

"Okay Johnny."

"Wait here. I need to talk to the marines." I walked over to the Sergeant and asked to speak to him in private. We moved off to one side. "I heard that sometimes volunteers can take an extra, a supernumerary. What if I wanted an older woman with kids, could I take her as an extra?" I meant Mom of course.

He went blank for a bit, then nodded. "If you can have a supernumerary, you'll volunteer?"

"Yes."

"Ok, kid you got it, but hurry up, we don't have much time."

"I've already got mine picked out, I'm going to take my sisters and my Mom. You can pick up my mom when you get my little sisters."

"Yeah, we can do that; just a sec and I'll make sure." He got that blank look again, then looked surprised. "I'm sorry kid," he sounded disgusted. "He isn't going to take them. You'll have to pick one here. A woman with kids, that's the deal."

I looked over at the cougars, who were arguing with Chrissy. The Marines had to make them back off, but none of them had to be zapped. Chrissy took Freddie's hand and led him away. The expressions on their faces were pure ugly. I didn't want to touch them with someone else's dick. I had another option, a better option. "Keep those women away from me, please Sergeant." He nodded and I hurried over to Marcy. "Marcy, come on Marcy, it's me. Where's your CAP card?"

She still had it in one hand. I took it from her and helped her stand up. She stayed bent over trying to hide her scars from me. "No, don't look, no one who sees wants me." She turned away sobbing.

I ran my hands up her sides and around to her chest. On the right, it felt great, a nice firm but soft handful, on the left it just felt weird hardened and waxy. I pulled her to me, the top of her head came to just under my nose, and I kissed her hair. "Come with me Marcy, it's going to be Okay."

"But I'm uglieeee...." The word drew out into a wail and she pulled away.

Sighing, I stripped off my t-shirt and helped her put it on. It didn't do much to cover the scars on her legs, or the ones on her left arm, but she didn't seem as bothered by those. I took her hand and practically dragged her back to the booth. The girls looked surprised to see me with Marcy.

Shocked was more like it. Lucy jumped out of the booth and ran over. "You can't take her, you only get two."

She'd had the sense to keep it quiet. I answered softly. "They let me take an extra. I tried to get mom, but Dad isn't going to have the kids picked up, so they won't go get her. I think Marcy..."

"I think so too, you going to check her CAP card?"

I nodded. Marcy just stared at me as I slipped the card from her hand and sat down in the booth where I'd left the card reader. She let Lucy push her into the booth though. I checked her card with the reader, at least I started to. Lucy whispered into her ear, and Marcy slipped under the table, unbuttoning my jeans. She started sucking and I came in about three seconds. Marcy gulped it down and kept sucking. It was a while before I could think. Tammy had never swallowed and once I started spurting always started worrying about cleaning up. Marcy kept working it like she wanted to suck my balls dry.

When I came to my senses, Lucy was watching under the table, and Carmen knelt next to me holding my head to her chest, whispering "Thank you Johnny, thank you."

I did get a look at Marcy's card though. Her nurturing score was 8.5 and her loyalty wasn't much lower. The total was only a 4.2, and nowhere in the sub scores did I find the courage it took to wade into a pool of gasoline, or the determination needed to concentrate on wrapping a baby boy to keep him safe and then to walk out of the flames with him while she herself was burned alive. There are some things a CAP score just doesn't cover.

I gathered up the CAP cards, and pulled Marcy up onto the bench next to me. "Let's go, we want to hurry so we can have your kids picked up."

She was still in shock, her mouth worked for a bit before words came out. "You want me? Without even a test drive?"

It wasn't that I didn't want more, she had me ready to go again, but not only didn't we have the time, I didn't really want an audience for my first time with her. She seemed to expect something though, and it would probably help her believe it was real. I put one arm around her and another around Carmen and pulled them in close. "Give Carmen a kiss, a real one that leaves her wanting more." She hesitated, looked at me, then back at Carmen who nodded. Marcy put one hand on each side of my sister's head, and kissed her. At first it was just a light brushing of the lips, then light tongue, then she went for her tonsils, and finished up by nibbling on Carmen's lower lip, stretching it out with her teeth as she finished. Carmen moaned in frustration when she quit.

"That's good." I turned her around and pulled her into my lap. "Do the same for Lucy." She started to, and they both moaned when I pulled them apart. "Lucy, check her and see if she's wet. Marcy tried to stop her, but I grabbed her hands. "Shhh... it's okay, just relax." Lucy reached in under the t-shirt and teased Marcy until she whined and started to jerk, then pulled her hand back, two fingers dripping wet. "Taste it kiddo, make sure you like it."

I'd expected some objection, but Lucy licked her fingers clean. "Yum."

"That's your test drive." I told Marcy. "You want to come with us? You can bring your kids."

She started crying again, happy tears this time. "Yes Johnny, please take me."

I led all three of them over to the Sergeant, and followed him down the hallway. The fat guy was still picking, fucking each of the cougars a couple of strokes and then moving on to the next. The one who'd pushed Marcy earlier glared daggers at us as we passed.

Stepping through the transporter was a little disorienting. They say it's like that the first time for lots of people, but most people get used to it. A Japanese Naval Auxiliary rating welcomed us to the Aurora class transport 'Silent Breaking of the Golden Dawn', and directed us down a corridor for a briefing.

Cut it out Lucy, I've got to finish this before we go into hyper.

I'm serious. I'll spank your cute little butt if you don't knock it off.

Damn... you've gotten good. I think I've created a monster. Alright, but we've got to be quick. I promised Captain Hardesty I'd tell him all I could.

How do I pause this thing...?