Carl's Pickup	by Baron Rod 

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A story in the Swarm Cycle Universe started by The Thinking Horndog 

Copyright © 2008 by Baron Rod 

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction
for profit is forbidden. Any distribution must include this note and the
author's email address. Don't be caught attempting to make a buck off
me! 

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Warnings and disclaimers: 

This is adult entertainment! Be warned! While I don't really write
stroke stories if you're not into graphic depictions of sex, this is the
wrong story for you! If you're too young to be legally reading this,
move along! 

This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current
form solely in the writer's imagination. You get the idea. 

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I had stopped into my favorite watering hole after work for some good
dark beer and a snack before going to an Italian joint I liked for
dinner. Gail was behind the bar and spotted me as I walked in. By the
time I sat down she had pulled me a draft and made sure the free peanuts
were near me. She was a good waitress and I loved the attention. I was
working up the gumption to one of these days asking her out on a date.

After getting comfortable I looked around saw the place was a little
more crowded than usual. Most of the regulars were there and it looked
like three separate parties were going on. There was a late business age
group with a sprinkling of younger business types toasting an older lady
who might be the retiree who had three tables and a booth. There was a
group of mostly ladies surrounding a very pregnant mid-twenties girl and
the guy who adored her and probably got her that way. Baby shower. Then
there was the late teenaged group obviously celebrating an eighteenth
birthday. 

When the aliens had convinced most of the world governments to make the
age of consent fourteen there had been a ripple of lowering alcohol age
limits also. It hadn't followed the age of consent all the way down, but
it had allowed people who could vote to be able to drink. There were
some bars here in the US that had decided that they would be European
and if you could see over the bar you could drink. This bar wasn't one
of them and Gail ran a tight ship. The birthday boy looked to be getting
hammered. 

As was usual these days the eye candy was plentiful. Even most of the
moms at the baby shower were showing some skin and those that weren't in
body paint were in see through blouses. The teens, as teens always have,
were really pushing the envelope of the new dress standards. I sat there
drinking my beer and eating the free peanuts while enjoying the free floorshow. Gail didn't have time to stop by for a chat, but she made 
sure to keep me supplied with beer and peanuts. 

I had nearly finished my second beer when the light from outside
changed. 

Four guys at a table jumped up and had started to bring guns out when
there was a series of quick evil sounding ZAPs and they were down. These
two young girls in body paint and micro-minis with what looked like
brass knuckles with a spike didn't even watch them fall, but were
quickly and intently scanning their half of the room. 

That's when two BIG dudes appeared from a dark blue circle on the floor
and split right and left adding their eyes to the scan. Then a very tall
woman with officer tabs on her collar appeared and stepped straight into
the room followed by two more giants. I didn't need my genius level IQ
to figure out what this was about. I was going to the stars. 

The officer fiddled with her collar for a moment, the muzak stopped and
she said "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain where you
are for a moment while I explain what is going on here. My name is
Lieutenant Kira Goodson and I'm in the Confederacy Space Marines. I and
my team are here to carry out the extraction of those volunteers who
wish to serve the Confederacy. As I'm sure you are aware they will be
given the opportunity to take a certain number of individuals along with
them." 

She allowed the crowd murmur to crest a bit and then said "Quiet! What I
want done right now is that anyone with a weapon... that means knives,
guns, chem sprays, whatever... SLOWLY produce these and put them on the
table in front of you. Moving quickly will get you knocked out. We will
bag and tag these items and if you are still here when we leave you may
reclaim them." 

I slowly reached behind my back and produced a Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm
and placed it near the peanuts. Gail put a FN FNP 9mm beside it. 

I smiled at her and said, "Hey Gail, what's your CAP score?" 

"It's 6.1" she said. "What's yours?" 

"Wanna go to the stars?" I smiled at her and lay my CAP card next to my
pistol. It showed a big 8.1. 

"Oh hell yeah!" she said. "What do I have to do?" 

I replied "When they tell us to start gathering in clumps be nude on
this side of the bar." 

She didn't wait for the marine to get things started. Clothes started
hitting the floor. 

One of the marines came by and started to pick up my pistol, saw my card
and stopped. There was a momentary division of attention and he said
"The AI says you won't be needing that anymore, sir. You want to pass it
to someone?" 

"No," I said, "the only person I'm familiar with here is Gail and she's
going with me. Gail, do you want someone to have your pistol?" 

"John McDaniels." she said "He's the manager here. I know he's a 5.5 and
he's lusted after both me and my piece for months. That's him by the
cash register." 

"Write his name on the tag for these two" I said "and I'll let him know
before we leave." 

The marine bagged and tagged the weapons and continued on. I noticed
that a couple marines had collected the guys who had jumped up and
dragged them into the kitchen. There were another series of muted ZAPS
and the marines came back. 

I turned and watched Gail O'Malley finish stripping. She was a 5'10", 24
year old, redhead. Very pale creamy skin with freckles all over her face
running right down to the start of her 36B tits. Trim athletic figure.
The trimmed rug matched the curtains. From talking with her over a four
month period I knew she was unmarried, no kids and had a degree in
sociology. She had been training in T'ai chi for about twelve years. I
had watched her frog march a drunk football hero who out weighed her by
a bunch right out of the bar. I hadn't gotten around to asking her out,
but it would have been soon. 

The marines had completed the circuit of the room and they turned to the
lieutenant. She said through the sound system "If anyone ‘forgot' a
weapon you have thirty seconds to surrender it. After that point if we
find it you are dead. Thirty seconds from NOW." 

About half the time went by and suddenly a lady at the baby shower said
"Oh, shit!" and raised one hand while lifting her purse with the other.
"I forgot. I have a gun in my purse. Don't shoot me." 

A marine drifted over and dug into the purse and came out with an itty
bitty gun. I couldn't tell what it was, but it must have been either a
.22 or .25 caliber toy. 

When that was taken care of the Lt. Goodson said "Now here's what we're
going to do. For Step One anyone who does not want to take part in this
pickup go to the far side of the bar from me. Anyone on that side of the
bar who wants to be considered for pickup get on this side staying to my
left." Waving her left hand she continued, "This is my left. Sgt
Matthews..." one of the marines to her right waved his hand... "has a
list of the volunteers who are present. Those people with a CAP score of
6.5 and higher please see him." 

There was a three way drift. As I was fairly near Sgt. Matthews I
continued to watch Gail disrobe while he was busy with the seven people
who had descended on him. When he had gone through more than half of
them I picked up my card, told Gail to not forget hers, and went over to
him. When I handed over my card he looked me over and then glanced at
the card again. 

I get that reaction every time I show the card... which is why I don't
usually. I'm Carl Tolland, thirty-seven years old, six foot three and
weigh one-sixty-five. Yeah, I'm very thin. Beanpole. I turn sideways and
I effectively disappear. While I work out twice a week in the gym, the
muscles don't really show. Brown hair, a red beard and moustache that
are starting to go grey, with hazel eyes behind rimless glasses complete
the picture. I use a cane because of arthritis in my knees. Toss in that
I'm smarter than most, a computer networking wizard with a Phd to back
it up, and a love of sci-fi and you have your archetypical nerd. 

But this geek has fangs. My cane is rock maple with a bronze knob as a
handle and I know how to use it. I have Black belt in aikido, and can
hit what I aim at with any bow or firearm. I had never volunteered for
military service here on Earth because when I had the chance I didn't
believe that we should be in the conflict in the first place. The Sa'arm
was different. Anything that wanted to eat humans needed stomping. I had
volunteered for the Navy with a request for a R&D position. I figured
I'd probably get made a comm or sensor officer or maybe the mess
officer, knowing the military. 

The sergeant checked me off and said to the eight of us "OK. You should
know the routine by now. As qualifying sixes Ms Cathgard, Mr. Jezek (the
birthday boy), Mr. Lieberman, Mr. Packard, and Mr Quan you each get two
concubines. Mr. Patel and Ms Wagner you are sevens and get four
concubines. Mr. Tolland you need to pick six people. I've been to a lot
of these things and I'd like to remind you that if the ugliest person in
this building has sub-scores that match your needs pick it. Darjee
medical tech means that in a short while that five foot tall, five foot
wide, five hundred pound blob can be the person of your wet dreams. I
advise the sevens and eights to get at least one other person of your
sex for balance, and Ms Wagner I'd advise getting at least two women. Ms
Cathgard you should get one of each sex. Remember that you, and your
concubines, MUST procreate and you'll need someone at home to watch your
kids while you're on duty." 

Lt. Goodson came up on the PA saying, "Now for Step Two. To save time
and confusion anyone on this side of the bar, except for the volunteers,
strip. Yes, that's right. Take your clothes off. You men, too. Keep your
CAP card with you. If you aren't picked you can get back into your
clothes later. If you are picked you might be issued smocks if your
sponsor wants you in clothes. In order to try to thin the fearful
hopefuls a bit listen up. If you are picked your sponsor has absolute
control over you. Do something the sponsor doesn't like and your sponsor
CAN kill you at whim. Now either strip down or get to the other side of
the bar. If you've been hit several times with an ugly stick, but have a
great personality, Darjee med tech can change your appearance to
whatever pleases your sponsor. Also, if you have medical problems Darjee
technology can cure you. So just because you have a heart condition or
AIDS don't hang back... but do tell potential sponsors if you have
something contagious." 

Sgt. Matthews said "Here are CAP card readers. They are fairly simple to
use. You can see all the sub-scores and even get explanations of want
they mean. We're getting the potential concubine naked to save time. It
means YOU don't have to ask. I recommend test drives. You want someone
who isn't a dead fuck. Go get'em people." 

I hung back a bit and softly said to the sergeant "Might have someone
watch the Jezek kid. He was belting back beers like there was no
tomorrow." 

He gave a sigh, rolled his eyes and said "I hate bar pickups." 

I went over to Gail, got her card and popped it in the reader. No real
surprises. Average scores in self-reliance, organizational ability, good
intelligence, leadership and loyalty, and a great libido score. What
dropped her was a really low nurturing score and a below average
inventiveness. She always had struck me as a ‘by the book' personality
and that explained it. 

I decided that I wasn't going for full test drives. I had planned to
take five women and a guy. There was no way in hell... until I got both
younger and enhanced... that I would last more than two or three shots.
Testing blow jobs would give me some control and let me see how
committed the ladies were. I could probably stop a blow job. I didn't
think I could stop fucking. I'd rely on the libido sub-scores. 

I looked at Gail and said "Blow me." 

She was on her knees, unzipping me and fishing my meat out in seconds.
I'm no super stud measuring in at just over six inches. Another second
and she wrapped me in her hot mouth. It was easy to tell that she'd done
this before. No teeth, right amount of suck, good tongue action in all
the right places. After a few head bobs she went deep. Oh! My! Gawd! She
buried her nose in my pubic hair and gave a swallow. I almost lost it. 

"Enough. Stop!" I pushed her head off of me and she got this hurt and
worried look. I grinned at her and said "You're going to be my head
bitch." She grinned. "You'll run the group. I'll keep your card. What I
want you to do is go over to the guys and pick two. I'm only going to
take one. Besides someone to keep the distaff side happy while I'm on
duty I'm looking for a daddy who can follow your orders. My parenting
skills aren't as low as yours, but they could be a lot higher. I REALLY
don't want dumb. While you're doing that I'm going to pick a momma and
three fuck bunnies. Let's go see the sergeant." 

We went over to Sgt. Matthews and I asked if it was OK to allow my
concubine to choose a couple of guys. He said that it was fine, handed
Gail a card reader and told me that they'd watch out for her. She went
off completely unconcerned at her nudity. Well, that was OK. I still had
my dick hanging out. 

I left and went over through the mob of youngsters at the front of the
pack of hopefuls. I knew that the older ladies that had had children
would be hanging back without much hope with all the sweet young things
trying real hard to get picked. I saw Jezek with one of the girls from
his table giving him a blow job. Patel was finger fucking two girls and
was doggy fucking a third. I'd seen that in anime, but seeing it live
was exciting. 

I got to the back of the hopefuls and called out "Anyone mid thirties to
low forties with kids under fourteen and who wants more kids come over
here with your CAP card." A group of eight ladies started over to me. I
had noticed them in the retirement and baby shower parties. One saw my
dick and turned back. I told them to kneel and then I started reading
their cards. I gave back five of the cards and asked the two most
promising how many kids under fourteen they had. They both said three. 

Mary MacKensie was a zaftig thirty-eight year-old, five foot five, brown
eyed, brunette, weighing about one-fifty, but still had a nice, though
padded, figure topped with D-cup tits with two inch dark areolas and
large thumb tip sized nipples. She had a CAP score of 5.9, with two
girls and a boy. Her and her husband had talked about pickups and both
agreed that should either have the chance they should take it for the
kids with no regrets. 

Sarah Shulman was a tall thirty-nine year old, five foot ten, brown
eyed, black haired woman with a olive skin and a nose straight from the
Levent. She weighed maybe one-twenty-five and had C-cup breasts that
also had two inch dark areolas with slightly smaller nipples than Mary.
She had a CAP of 6.0, and had two boys and a girl. Sarah's husband was
on a business trip and she REALLY wanted her kids to live. 

Their intellect scores were almost identical in the high average range.
Their sex drives were only average, but their nurturing scores were
almost maxed out. They also had good scores for organization and they
had out-going, friendly personalities. 

I wiggled my hips and told them to team up and blow me. Mary had my
prong in her mouth almost before I finished the command. Sarah was
slower, but joined right in. They somehow decided between them to do
their best for about fifteen or twenty seconds and pass my cock head to
the other while taking over jacking the lower part of the shaft. 

As they did this I looked around. Jezek either had finished the blow job
or had quit and had turned to another of the girls from his table. She
was a young, raven haired, pudgy, Italian looking girl who looked
scared, but determined. He bent her over and was about to plug it into
her when a guy from his table roared, jumped up and swung on him. The
swing had barely started when a marine pointed his arm and there was a
ZAP and the guy fell over. 

Lt. Goodson triggered her PA and said "He's just out for about an hour
and he'll have a really bad headache when he wakes up.. Let this be a
warning. Everyone stay cool and nobody else gets a quick nap." 

The girl had stood and moved to the downed dude and was holding him.
Looks like she'd made her decision to stay. Jezek looked at her in
disgust and turned to another girl. 

I saw Quan leading two girls, one an oriental and the other a blonde
cheerleader type toward the Lieutenant who had several other girls
around her looking happy. Selectees, probably. 

About this time my attention snapped back from the room to my cock. I
was getting close. When I figured I was real close and the black haired
one finished her turn I told them to kneel back and open their mouths.
They did and I finished myself, spraying ropes of cum into mouths, over
tits and shoulders, making a general mess. They both swallowed what had
hit their mouths. Mary scooped what missed and swallowed, Sarah didn't. 

"Thank you, ladies." I said. "Mary, go over by the Lieutenant. Sarah,
sorry, here's your card." Her face fell and she started to sob. Damn! I
had to be firm with myself and check out the others, but I did get six.
Did I want to start with six kids, plus however many the ‘daddy' would
have, was the question. I turned away and looked about again. 

Ms Cathgard was leading a small parade of a very pregnant women and a
guy who was probably her husband from the protective way he clung to
her. Jezek was pounding away at his next selection. Ah, to be young
again. Of course, that will happen when we board ship. I didn't see
either Packard or Quan and his two girls. Lieberman had one dark haired
and olive skinned teenaged girl in tow and was talking to another. Ms.
Wagner had two naked guys and was selecting a couple of young girls by
making them sixty-nine each other. From the hang-dog look on the guys
she might have done that to them. Gail was still looking at guys, though
there was one dude following her around. Patel was still wandering
around fingering and fucking girls. I can't wait to be in my twenties
again. Just then Cathgard and her parade stepped on a glowing spot on
the floor and disappeared. 

"Hey, Sarah. That guy over there looks like he's looking for Jewish
girls", pointing at Lieberman. "Go over to him and make a pitch to be
the Jewish Mother. Point out your nurturing score and experience in
child rearing." 

She looked at me, looked at Lieberman and the girl he had already chosen
and the one he was talking to. She wiped her tears and headed over to
try to survive. 

Let's see. Mary as mamma-san, Gail as honcho, the guy she would bring me
as daddy, that left three more. Both of the girls I'd chosen had decent
intellects. I think smart is sexy. I started working the line that had
formed, getting a card and checking intellect, sex drive and confidence.
I was looking for high on the first two and low on the third. Gail was
going to be enough to handle without more feisty women in the mix. 

I stopped at the fifth girl in line, a very pale skinned nineteen year
old goth chick, blue eyed, ash, almost white, blonde, with almost no
tits, very pale pink quarter sized areolas with small nipples named
Becky Falworth. She was hot to trot and those small tits had made her
self-conscious since she was a teen. The massive acne hadn't helped
either. I'd thought she was shaven until I real close. Ash blonde fuzz
so fine as to be almost invisible. She had a CAP score of 6.3 from a
near genius level intellect, very close to my own. The shyness and
non-aggressive attitude is what held her score down. Shy or not she had
dropped to her knees and started sucking me with no argument when I told
her to do it. After a few head bobs I stopped her and told her to find
Mary and wait. 

I was turning to the next girl when I heard "Get away from me bitch. You
don't tell me to do nutthin'. You're nutthin' but pickup trash yourself.
I don't gotta listen to you." 

The slap that was launched would never have hit... for two reasons.
There was a ZAP sound at the same time as Gail's foot impacted on the
guy's solar plexus while she both blocked the arm and twisted away. The
guy was down, but Gail must have gotten a piece of the stinger. She gave
a cut off scream as she bounced back a couple yards and fell over a
chair. 

The Marine hurried over, as did I. He got there first and checked Gail's
vitals and looked at me and said, "She's alright. Don't know how long
she'll be out since she only got a contact charge. Sorry. She's fast...
and trained. You gonna be able to handle a spitfire like that?" 

"Oh, yeah. I like spirited." I replied. I looked up and waved Mary and
Becky over. 

I told them to take Gail with them and wait near the transporter.
Corporal Rico waved the ladies off and easily lifted Gail and followed
the women. He put Gail gently on a table and got chairs for my other
concubines. He didn't bother coming back to check the guy on the floor.
I noticed that IF that dude was breathing it was VERY shallow. I
wondered for a moment what getting hit by a stinger while your solar
plexus was being traumatized would do. 

Oh, well. Think of it as evolution in action. 

I turned to the guy that had been following Gail and asked for his card.
Mike Olafsson looked to be in his low thirties, clean shaven, about five
eleven and a hundred seventy pounds. Another blue eyed blonde, but his
hair was much darker than Beckie's. He was in good shape, well muscled
without major definition. A CAP score of 5.8. Average intellect, good
organizational skills, very high caring score, average sex drive and low
self-esteem. 

"You got kids under fourteen, Mike?", I asked him. 

He said "Two, one of each." 

I asked him "Do you want them along? What about their mother?" 

He got a pleading and hang-dog expression, bowed his head and mumbled
"Yes, sir. I really want them along. If you won't take them, I won't go.
Their mother ran off with a bastard she met at church about two years
ago. I don't know where she is... and don't care." 

That solved the self-confidence puzzle. "Can you can handle that the gal
that chose you, Gail, is going to be my honcho when I'm not in town. Not
you." I asked. 

He grinned and said, "My supervisor and her supervisor are women. I've
worked that way for several years. I've got no problem there." 

"You're in." I said. "Go rub Gail's temples. It may help her." 

I went back to the line. Two more. I checked more cards and found Sherry
White, a five foot five, thin, colored girl with café au lait skin,
eighteen years old, B-cup breasts with half-dollar sized very dark
areolas and dime sized nipples. She had a 5.8 CAP score that was just
what I was looking for. Smart, hot and shy. I again tested her
willingness by asking for a blow job. She dived right onto me and I
really hated telling her to stop. She probably could suck start a
Harley! What a talent, but I needed to find my last concubine. 

I checked a few more cards, noticed Lieberman leaving with his first
pick and Sarah. Good for her. I was somewhat amazed that the other girl
hadn't had to be zapped, but hadn't heard an argument either. She must
have a really low confidence score. 

I found myself near the girl who had been the cause of the first stinger
incident, other than the take out at the beginning. On a whim I asked
her if she was really wanting to stay with the guy in her arms. 

"Oh, my God! What have I done!" she exclaimed with a panicked look,
jumped up and headed for the Jezek kid. "Peter! Please you can do
anything you want to me. Please, take me with you, please!" 

He got a mean look on his face and slapped her hard, bouncing her on her
fanny. I saw Matthews readying his stinger, but it was no more than a
heightened awareness on his part. 

"You lost your chance, you fucking fat bitch." growled Peter "Stay and
be Swarm food." He turned away and grabbed another of his table mates,
bent her over and slammed into her. She screamed. Idiot. 

I looked down at the crying girl. That was going to be a lovely bruise,
both on her face and her rump. "What's your name?" I asked. 

"Holly Ippolito... sir", she got out between sobs. 

"Let's see your card." I said, reaching down for it after she found it
on the floor. 

She must have been the designated driver for the bunch. At sixteen she
could drive, but was too young to drink... legally. Knowing Gail would
have carded her and kept an eye on the table meant the she was drinking
soft drinks. I fed the card in and blinked. She was a 6.4 and very smart
was a vast understatement. Sort of like ‘the ocean is a little damp'.
Super genius. At the time the card was issued she was a virgin but had a
high sex interest. Her nurturing score was high, but Mike, Mary and
Sarah had her beat. Even so, it was probably what got her into the
trouble she was in. I couldn't quite figure out why she scored so shy.
She was also very willing to please. 

From across the room I had pegged her as Italian... Black hair, olive
skin, classic Roman nose. Up close she was all that with blue-grey eyes
and her tits were A-cup with puffy light dusky quarter sized areolas
with pencil eraser nipples. Her bush was small, but thick. She was about
fifteen to twenty pounds overweight. 

"You still a virgin?" I asked. "Have you ever done anything with a guy?"

"Yes, sir, I'm a virgin." She replied. "Peter has touched my breasts,
but nothing else. He made fun of how small they are and how fat I am." 

"He's an idiot." I laughed. With that intelligence score I'd take her
just to save those super genius genes. However... "Suck me off and
you're in." 

She bit her lip and then moved in. She was tentative at first, but then
got into it. Sherry could teach her a lot. Even as unskilled as she was
with the previous aborted blow jobs, the violence, and the sex going on
around me brought me to orgasm and I held her head on my spouting shaft
as rope after rope of thick cum shot into her mouth. She tried to
swallow it all, but a lot dribbled out the sides of her mouth and onto
her developing tits. 

I pulled out, told her to swallow what she had and then to suck me
clean. She did, and did a good job too. 

"You're mine." I said while zipping myself back up. "Follow me." 

"Hey!" the Jezek kid yelled. "You can't take her, she's one of my
crowd." 

"Boy," I sneered, "I distinctly heard you say ‘Stay and be Swarm food'
to her. That left her up for grabs. You had your chance. Tough!" 

Sgt. Matthews got between us, facing the kid. "Pick somebody else kid.
You quit claimed her. Now hurry up, we haven't got all day. He's picked
six and you haven't even picked your first." 

I gathered my ‘family', had Mike piggy back Gail, and walked over to the
Lieutenant, stopping at the cash register to tell Gail's boss of his new
weapons. On the way I noticed that Jezek and Patel were still trying to
choose. I also noticed that when I started toward the Lieutenant Sgt.
Matthews was advising Jezek and the Cpl. Rico was heading for Patel,
probably to do the same. 

I got to the Lieutenant and she motioned toward the transporter. As I
passed her she said "Sorry about your concubine. Have medical check her
in the first bunch. She should be OK, but they should make sure. Too bad
her CAP score is too low, someone that fast would make a good Marine." 

"Your loss, my gain" I said as I followed my new family to the stars. 

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