Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright (C) 2010 by Aaror The Swarm Cycle Universe Copyright (C) 2007 The Thinking Horndog Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely coincidental. Content: MF oral --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Doctor Connors, Lieutenant Colonel, US Army, frowned. On the one hand, the construction and funding was welcome at the dilapidated facilities of Walter Reed. On the other hand, he was not getting additional staff, other than 4 nurses with top secret clearance. Plus the secrecy of the operation vexed him. He supposed he should be happy that the corridor ended in a blank wall, so nothing was lost when they began construction. Still, the "special treatment ward" was a mystery. The best hint he had been given was some naval officer whose uniform looked a little off telling him that the space was for folks with secret or top secret info and brain damage - they wanted to be sure no secrets spilled. Like his staff would spill anything! Still, he supposed, regs were regs, and some other patient might hear something important. At least it was quiet, Confed Technology didn't seem to make the noise he usually associated with construction projects. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Lieutenant Lucy Winters saw the doctor's scowl. Poor dear, she wished she could tell him what was up. His CAP was a wonderful 7.8, and he was dreamy, too. Maybe she could arrange to test him out before she set up the actual extraction? After all, she expected to have several months before that happened. Might even talk him into resigning and see if she could steal him for the Confederacy -- if it wouldn't get her in trouble. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Ben Sheldon's head hurt, as usual. The ringing in his ears wasn't as bad as normal today, but he was still angry for no reason, and wanted to be alone. The Docs had told him that the blast had damaged his brain somehow, and that AI thing had agreed when he got his CAP test. It said that he was a 4.6, but might be a sponsor if he was healed. Not that he would be healed in Walter Reed. Now it looked like they were moving him again, maybe he would be able to go home? Not that he had much to go home to, his wife could barely stand him, and his kids were afraid of him. Honestly, he wished the military would just loan him a pistol for 5 minutes, then they wouldn't have to spend money on him, and his wife would get a nice insurance payout. Huh, they were moving him into the new "top secret" ward. That was a mistake: he was a dumb grunt; he didn't know any top secret info. "Nurse, um, I think you are taking me to the wrong place. Ma'am." At the last second he noticed the railroad tracks on the uniform and added the proper respect for an officer. The Nurse - the nametag said Winters - grinned and told him, "No, this is your new ward, but once you are inside you will be privy to secret information, so you will have to obey orders not to talk about what you see inside." Ben shrugged. "OK," he agreed hesitantly. There were two sets of doors to go through, both solid, and with some sort of darkness in between them. On the other side, he saw some weird tube things that didn't look like any bed he had ever seen, maybe an MRI or something? Didn't those have a problem with metal? Shit, his dog tags. "Nurse, Ma'am, I have my dog tags on." "That won't be a problem, now if you can help me help you up." He swung his legs over as she helped him step into the cylinder. He blinked. The nurse had teleported or something, because she was suddenly across the room. "Oh, you are awake, good, how do you feel?" The ringing in his ears was gone, and his head didn't hurt! "Whatever you did made me feel great, how long does it last?" He figured it was some new medicine, something to dull the ache - but it didn't make him fuzzy headed, heck, he felt smarter than he had since the accident. "Last? Oh, it is permanent; all physical damage to your head is completely fixed. That being said, there is some psychological trauma still to repair, especially with your wife and children." With that a door opened. Linda and John and Paul were standing there, his wife looking hopeful, his kids still scared. Ben did his best to set a land speed record, grabbing his family and hugging them. "God I missed you, all of you," he said as he kissed his wife, 6 year old, and 9 year old on the forehead. "The docs say I am better, dunno how, but I don't know how I will ever make what I did, what I was, up to you." Linda looked at him with hope and love, "Ben, just be you, be the man I married, not the one who came home from the war." Little John looked up at his mom, "Is Daddy better? He won't scream and throw things?" "That's right honey, he is all healed, but he will need time here to get better, and we are allowed to live here with him to help him get better, but we can't leave now, not for a while, 'cause this place has to be a secret. You can play with the other kids of patients here, and there is a special restaurant where you can get McDonalds or Wendy's or Taco Bell or whatever you want any time you want. Is that OK?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Two months had passed since the remarkably speedy construction of the new wing. Doctor Connors was still not sure about it. On the one hand, the TBI (traumatic brain injury) wing was half full, and the hospital was transferring in brain injuries from every other military clinic. On the other hand, he knew for a fact that most of these troops didn't know any secret info. People went into the new wing, but they never came out. He resolved to find out what was going on. It was two AM and no one was around but the duty nurse. He strolled casually to the Audiology ward and slipped inside, pretending to look for a record. Then he called the Duty Nurse and asked her to check on one of his patients. Of course she protested that she couldn't leave the desk, but he prevailed on her - it was just for a minute, and he needed to know the patient was safe. Once she left her post, he snuck through the doors - into total darkness. He panicked for a second, then resolved that there must be another door. He felt forward carefully, and immediately found it. Pushing it open, he saw a room with several body-sized tubes, two of them were occupied by folks he had just transferred to the facility. Several large rooms held large beds, often two or three beds. Some of the beds held two people, and other beds were obviously occupied by children! "Colonel Connors, I wondered how long it would take your curiosity to get the best of you." Doctor Connors jumped as that Lieutenant who had first told him she would be running the new wing appeared out of nowhere. She did seem surprised to find him though; he must have awakened her, as all she was wearing was a thin white nightie. His eyes slid down, from soft brown hair and eyes, to a kissable neck, to breasts that were perky. He noticed that while they were not large, they were conical and he could see the red of the nipples through the thin lace. The lingerie hugged her thin waist, and flared at her full hips, thin enough that he could see just a hint of the brown triangle below. He looked back at her face, and saw her smile. "See anything you like?" "Oh, sorry Lieutenant. I didn't mean anything by it." "Too bad, the UCMJ doesn't apply to me - at least not the way you would think. I am not in your chain of command, so if you took me to an empty room and fucked my brains out, no one would care." "What do you mean?" He was suspicious, and she had him dead to rights, his groin was uncomfortable right now with his cock straining against his uniform pants. "Let me introduce myself properly, Lieutenant Lucy Winters, Confederacy Navy. Temporarily assigned to Project Miracle Cure. I am taking anyone with a TBI who might have a 6.5 CAP after treatment, and fixing them using Confederacy medicine. Then we give them time with their families to heal psychologically, and - we haven't started this yet, but eventually - get them concubines and send them into the fleet or the marines." Colonel Conners almost wanted to cry. He had seen so many good soldiers come into this facility broken, he had seen families destroyed, his men (any soldier or marine in his ward was his, dammit) unable to cope with their families and driving them away. Now this angel had told him that his men would be fixed, reunited with their families, and saved -- sent to fight in a war that everyone could support -- well, everyone but Earth First. "So the secrecy...?" "We didn't want Earth First trying to blow up a hospital. I can't guarantee that everyone in this ward is going up, but we will take as many as we can. Demeter is in negotiations with the Confederacy to take anyone who scores a 6.0 to 6.4 into their new program. The Darjee seem OK with it since we have been having so many extraction problems and this is a safe pool to pull from. The only real problem is concubines." Doctor Conners snapped a salute instinctively, "Lieutenant Colonel Jerry Conners, what can I do to assist?" She looked at him shyly, "Well, I don't think I will have any worries about secrecy with you, just support the mission on your side, and deflect questions as best you can. The only assistance I would like from you is highly personal." He saw that she was tugging at the bottom of her nightgown, and wondered if she would lift it enough for him to actually see her bush. He knew she would if he asked. "About that private room?" He said gruffly. She led him to a large room with only one bed, and pulled the privacy curtains. Then she started to unbutton his uniform blouse. His hands explored her breasts until she had to push the blouse off his arms. Then she lifted his T-shirt over his head, and knelt to work on his pants. Those came down quickly, along with his underwear, and she murmured, "Nice," before taking him into her mouth. "Lieutenant, er, sorry, Lucy, it has been a while, I won't last long." Especially not with the way her tongue was swirling around the base of his cock and her lips were moving up and down the shaft. She deep throated him and then backed off, sucking hard on the tip while her tongue played back and forth. "Ugh," he grunted, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed visibly, then said "Sir, I don't mind you calling me 'Lieutenant', it is kinda kinky. Want to give me orders?" Every military officer has had temptation to order a subordinate to strip and take care of him or her. Now Jerry had the chance to live it. "Lieutenant, on that bed, on your back, legs spread wide." She happily complied, and he had a great view of her brown bush - a neat triangle, with her outer lips slightly glistening from her lubrication. "Wider, grab your ankles!" He barked. "Yes sir," she returned, just like a recruit. As she opened herself wider, her inner lips came into view. "Now don't move a muscle, or I will court martial you." He snapped out, and then lowered his mouth to her muff. He started his tongue at the lowest point he could reach, right at her opening, and licked upwards, spending a moment to suck on her clit. Her moan drove him to continue. He reversed his direction, licking downwards, and thrusting his tongue inside her at the bottom. Then back up, down, up, down. Soon she was panting, then she shuddered, and her thighs clamped on his head as she pulled him into her. He found his tongue on her clit, so he licked mercilessly until she cried out and released him, her juices gushing over his nose and chin. "Sorry sir, I couldn't help it." "Well, I will skip the court martial if you will accept EMI. Get on your hands and knees, you are about to be pumped for information." He said. Once she had complied, he got behind her and pushed himself into her entrance. He slid in easily, and enjoyed the sensation of her body milking him for sperm, but realized he wouldn't last long - again. What was it with this woman? He pulled out and she whined in disappointment. He rolled on his back, "I'm the senior officer. You should be doing all the work." "Yes sir," she snapped, and climbed onto him, lowering her entrance onto his pole. As she began to rise, she began to remove her lingerie. "No, don't, I like it," he interrupted her. He reached up and teased her nipples through the lace, and she gasped at the rough sensation of the fabric. As aroused as she was, she came quickly, and even though he still had a short trigger, she came a second time as he shot his load into her womb. "Oh, um, are you on the pill or something?" he asked, suddenly abashed at how he might have harmed her career. He had that female navy officers pretty much had to plan their pregnancies for shore duty if they wanted promotion. "No, the nannites would keep me from getting pregnant if I needed to, but as a sponsor-level female, I am supposed to get pregnant as much as I can if it doesn't interfere with my duties, and since you are sponsor quality too, I hope I catch." "I'm not the sort of man who gets a girl pregnant and abandons her," he growled. "Silly, I don't need taking care of. I am a big girl. Anyway, I will just give the kid to my concubines to take care of. It would only interfere with my duties for 2 months or so." Jerry was lost in thought, remembering the girl who he had intended to support - until she told him of the miscarriage. He offered to still keep her, to marry her, but she had said she wasn't good enough for him. Just because she sold pictures of her body. Silly really. "So you need a bunch of concubines, girls who will do just about anything, and who want to live and have babies?" Lucy was absently playing with his graying chest hair, "Yeah, but all the good sources of women are already tapped out, I think." "How would you like to go into the porn business?" "Ohh, kinky, you want to sell videos of me?" She grinned, and reached for his hard-on, which was rapidly growing just from her presence. "Well, that would be fun too, but-dammit woman, let me think! I lose all my brain cells when you do that!" "Well, I am sure you can remember once I drain away your problem." With that she sucked on him until she got another meal of semen. "OK," he said when his eyes uncrossed, "Where can you find a lot of women who are sexually adventurous, attractive, and who don't have men who care about them?" "I'm guessing you will say porn," she replied. "Exactly, I propose that we contact the seedier modeling agencies, and get a hundred or so women, however many you need, to model for a photo shoot, maybe a calendar for the troops or something. You should get girls who like soldiers and are willing to strip at least. "OK, that's certainly an idea which hasn't been tried...." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- It wasn't easy to set up. First, the location - you couldn't have the "photo-shoot" on base for obvious reasons. A local hotel was ideal, it was secure and it had conference rooms that would work well, but when they were told the cover story they refused to participate. Even in the era of public nudity the hotel didn't want to be the site of a calendar shoot with full nudity and who knew what else. Finally the Colonel called a friend who leaned on the hotel and pointed out that extractions had far worse, and the owner relented, on the condition that she be allowed to watch the shoot. Apparently she had no personal problem with it, just a worry about future business. Then came models. It was not nearly as easy as they had thought. Apparently calling agencies out of the blue and asking for nude models made both the agents and the women nervous. Saying it was for the troops helped, but the agents kept asking for references, which neither the Colonel nor Lucy really had. Admitting they had not hired the photographer was the kiss of death on the first call - and also provided the solution. "Starlight Modeling Agency, we will make you a star," the receptionist announced. "Um, can I speak with Mrs. Fintz?" Lucy asked. "Certainly, can I tell her who is calling?" The woman sounded bored. "Lucy Winters." After a brief dial tone, a voice snapped at her, "I already told you no, I'm not sending any of my girls to a fly by night shoot run by amateurs. " "I totally understand, but I was wondering if you could at least give me some advice..." Lucy pleaded. "Well, I suppose that can't hurt," she replied. "I want to make sure that the calendar is the best I can make for the troops, and I don't have any idea where to go for a good photographer, could you recommend someone?" Mrs. Fintz sighed, "I guess... you want Frankie, Frank Wilson, he is the best in the business, let me get you his phone number...." A little while later, Lucy was calling another number. "Mr. Wilson?" Lucy almost giggled when she had a flashback to the 'Dennis the Menace' TV show. A groan was her first answer. "Ugh, it is only 10 in the morning, why did you wake me up?" "Um, to offer you a job?" "Ugh, well, OK, give me your pitch and I'll say yes or no." Mr. Wilson seemed slightly more awake and less grumpy. Lucy paused to gather her thoughts, "Well, my name is Lieutenant Lucy Winters. I'm calling because some of us at Walter Reed are trying to make a calendar for the troops, something to bring up morale and remind our boys whom they are fighting for when the Swarm arrive." "Oh goody, a 'good cause,' must not pay well...." "Oh, we will pay double your standard fee, money isn't an issue." Lucy was surprised at how reluctant this photographer was being; work was work, and with Confederation 3D starting to leak into stores and the popularity of nudity in public, she thought he would be hurting for work.... "Well, make it triple then, if money isn't an issue, and tell me the dates, I have to fit it into the old calendar." Lucy pulled the schedule, "We are tentative for September 17th." He interrupted her, "No good, how about the 19th? That's a Saturday, so you will have more models available that day anyway, and I should be done with those twins for Playboy by then." "Um, sure, the 19th, let me make sure of availability and call you back." She figured she was being overcharged by the photographer, but it wasn't like money was an issue for her.... After a call to the hotel to change the dates (and pay slightly more for the weekend fee), she called Mr. Wilson back. "Mr. Wilson, Lucy again, listen, I have the hotel booked, but I need help getting models." He sounded annoyed, but completely awake at least, "I was hoping it was troops stripping for the troops or something. You are gonna make me earn my fee I see. How many are you looking for, twelve, sixteen?" "Actually, we would like about two-hundred." She realized how odd this sounded, and rushed to continue, "We want every shoot to have twelve girls, and we want different girls for every picture." "Two Hundred? If I tap every modeling agency in the state I might get that many.... OK, I'll make some calls and see what I can do." As she broke off the call, Lucy asked the AI, "What is Mr. Wilson's CAP anyway?" "Mr. Wilson has a CAP score of 7.2." "Figures," she muttered. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Three weeks later, the models began to gather in the hotel -- which had no vacancies.... Not only had the models needed most of the rooms, several of them being from out of town, but renting all the rooms made the security situation a lot safer. Lucy had been checking CAP scores on the models, and was relieved to find that only 14 of them were sponsor level, so she was looking at 194 girls who could become concubines - and hopefully the 14 model sponsors would take at least 1 male concubine. So that would leave 176 for the troops-enough for the 150 men who were judged ready to ship. Meanwhile, the Colonel (with a Confederacy marine to make sure his facts were straight) was giving two special briefs to the troops and wives. He started with the wives, and made sure the troops were not there to re-assure the women and undercut his message. They were all sitting in the cafeteria, so he started. "Ladies, you all are probably pretty happy with me right now, but by the time you leave you may hate me. I am fine with that, as long as you listen to me and think about what I'm about to say!" "You got your husbands back, and you get to live, to escape the Swarm, but there is no such thing as a free lunch! There are things you are going to give up, if you think about your children, you can probably deal with what will happen - and it will happen, so don't lie to yourselves." "First, your husbands get two concubines each. That means your husband will be sleeping with another woman. Scratch that, your husband will be fucking another woman, probably right in front of your eyes. He may want you to play with her tits while he rams his cock in her hole. He may want you to lick her snatch to get her ready. If you are smart you will." The Colonel wasn't happy with the language he was using, but he knew the shock value would help them learn faster, and slow learners were dead, according to the Confederacy Sergeant helping him out. "The other woman will be a porn star or model - so you may be afraid of being second fiddle. If you are reluctant in the sack, you probably will be. But if you try to learn everything about fucking from her, you will stay on top, you know your sponsor better than her. You may be afraid about the disparity in looks - don't be - if we can fix your hubby's brain, we can make you look like his wet dream, you just need to figure out what that is and ask him to make you look that way." "Anyone in here willing to see your children eaten by aliens to keep your man from fucking another woman?" He waited, pretending to scan the crowd. "Let me re-phrase that, if you are willing to watch your husband fuck another woman, and are willing to eat her out, to keep your kids alive, stand up." It took over a minute, but all the women eventually stood. He knew making them agree was the first step in them accepting. "Now, next order of business, when this pickup actually occurs you are divorced!" There was some muttering about this, but he continued, "You will no longer be the wife, the little woman, the apple of his eye. You are now his sex slave. If you are smart, loyal, and do everything you are asked, you will probably be the top slave. If you rail about slavery, refuse your husband his kinkier desires, and try to appeal to his emotional connection to you, well, it will hurt his career at best, and he could turn you in for some other woman at worst. You need to get it through your thick skulls that he owns you." He paused, wanted maximum effect from this statement, "The Confederacy tells me that every trip a wife snaps and is killed - they call it recycled - for not accepting that she is a slave. Don't be that woman! Your husband needs you too! Earth needs you! And most of all your children need you. Every time you think you can't take it, that it is unfair, that you can't cope - just think of your children, and do what you have to for them." "One other point of business, and this may make things more real for you. In your group there are three daughters over the age of 14, and one son. The son, luckily, scored a 6.7, so he will be choosing 2 concubines of his own. All of the daughters will be going as concubines, not as dependants. " There was a gasp from the crowd. "Yes, that means your 14 or 16 year old daughter will either be fucking one of the soldiers we are extracting, or in one case, the 15-year-old boy who scored the 6.7. All three of those girls have already been placed, their fathers were remarkably sensible when they were given the choice between having a daughter taken care of by someone they knew and could trust, or having their daughters get picked like most females are in an extraction." "Are there any questions?" There were, a lot, and the Confederacy marine had to answer a lot of them. Still, more and more of the women seemed to accept the situation, and were willing to trade their marriages as they knew them for their children's lives. By the end he sensed only a few holdouts. He hoped they would all survive what was to come. The men were next. "Troops, I am Lieutenant Colonel Conners, most of you know me by now." There was a murmuring of agreement, he had made himself present in the ward after he found out what was being done, making sure they had anything they needed. "I am here to tell you about your ex-wives." This brought a different sort of murmur, followed by the question he hoped to hear, "I don't have an ex-wife..." from the crowd. "You do now. You see, when you are extracted, you are divorced. If your wife is also a sponsor - we've had 17 so far, then you may want to share concubines and space with her, and keep sleeping with her, but your marriage as you know it is over when this extraction occurs." "If your ex-wife is not a sponsor, you are free to choose her as a concubine, encouraged to in fact, but if you make that choice, you MUST realize that she is no longer your wife, she is a sex slave, a fuck hole who will take care of your kids and fulfill your every perverted desire. If you want her and your other concubine to 69 while you fuck her ass, she had better agree." "I talked with your ex-wives first to prepare them. Ex-wives have the highest casualty rate in the Confederacy during extractions. If you love your ex, if you want her to survive, you need to make sure she knows she is a slave now, not a wife. This is life and death people!" "I also told them to take whatever you do to them, for their children's sake. I encourage you to push them further than they have gone before for you, that's for their sake, not yours. That said, you know your ex-wives best, push them to make them see the writing on the wall, but don't break them." "I also made a bit of a promise on your behalf, you can break it, but it gives the ex's hope, so if you change things, do it gently. I told them that if they agreed to your every perverted fantasy and made themselves into your fuck-doll, that you would probably keep them as 'top slave'. The other woman you will get will be a porn model, so they will probably do more in bed, but they won't know you as well, won't generally have experience at dealing with kids, etc. Your wife probably has a good nurturing score, these other sluts are for sex. It's up to you who you want to have in charge of your pod, or who you want as 'favorite', but I suspect your wife will do better if she gets with the program." "Most of you have one additional concubine to pick, and those of you who get 3 additional will only be getting one extra to start because we have a bit of a shortage for now. You will get your others soon enough...." "You will be going to a hotel, we have a fake photo shoot, and the women will already be nude for the most part. Once they learn why they are here, and if they are willing, they will be available for test-drives. They may need as much work as the ex-wives. They won't have the belief that they are a wife, but they are mostly pretty girls who don't realize that looks are immaterial out there. You can make them look like anything you want, it will take them a bit to realize that. Once they are surrounded by women who make them look plain, and learn that the supermodel next door used to be a 300 pound porker, they will probably figure out life real quick. But till then you need to teach them the law." "If you are all ready, the buses are waiting...."