A Day at the Fair
by Baron Rod

A story in the Swarm Cycle Universe

Copyright © 2008 by Baron Rod   (baronrod.macf@gmail.com)

(SF MF)

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!

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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Thank you to The Thinking Horndog for "Buying Wholesale" which is the
background for this story. Some paragraphs from that story were lifted
completely and without change. Mostly the PA announcements. Some of the
scenes in "Buying Wholesale" are shown from the viewpoint of my
characters. I also took some liberties with how the concubine allocation
was handled as I calculated that the 862 volunteers [40% 6.5+'s (345),
35% 7's (301), 17.5% 8's (151) and 7.5% 9's (65)] need 3,320 concubines.
Three ‘sales' areas at 3 minutes per concubine makes for over 55 HOURS
of auctioneering. Place your bets on everything going smoothly. Since
the action seems to take place in 5 to 6 hours either my math is off by
an order of magnitude or something had to be changed.
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I had been wandering about the Clark County Fair enjoying the show that
two and a half years of waiting for the Sa'arm had brought into being.
The girls were dressed in next to nothing and occasionally less. I'd
missed the Fair last year when my wife died and I was finding that
wandering the Fair without her wasn't quite as much fun even though
there was even more skin than when I was here last.

I'm not sure when I first noticed them. It probably wasn't too long
before my internal alarms went off and had me wondering at the large
amount of men and women who were six and a half feet tall or taller that
were wandering about. I did twenty years each as a Marine and as a cop.
I'm retired now at 62. Habits die hard though. When you see dozens of
late teen and early twenties tall people who had that feel of military
training you start to wonder and I put two and two together.

I got my cell phone out and hit the speed dial for my daughter. When she
answered I said "Hi, Jess. It's me. What are you doing today?"

"Nothing much, Dad." she replied. "The boys are off on a camping trip
and John is off at a motorcycle rally."

I never did like my son-in-law. Being a cop I knew some things about
that cheating son of a bitch that if I told Jess she'd kill him and then
never speak to me again. Hell, I'd help her kill him, but I didn't want
to lose my daughter or two grandsons.

"I'm out at the Fair." I said. "I'm finding out that doing it alone
isn't as much fun. Why don't you join me out here and we can tour the
Fair together. I'll meet you by the security shack."

"Sounds like fun, Dad" she said with a silver giggle. "I'll see you in a
half hour, forty-five minutes." It was just after nine.

"See you then. Drive safe." I told her while hoping that she had the
time before whatever was going to happen happened.

We hung up and I decided to take the bull by the horns.

I walked up to the nearest tall guy and said, "Hi. I'm Tim Kirkland. I'm
a retired cop and I notice things. Lets go over to the bench and sit
down. You won't be quite as obvious then." I moved in that direction and
continued "With a whole bunch of Confed Marines standing around trying
to look innocent I wonder... when does the containment shield go up?" He
did a marvelous double take. "I just want to know if my daughter has
enough time to get here before the extraction starts. She's a 7.2."

He looked at me... but his attention was somewhere else. He was still
situationally aware and I knew I couldn't surprise him, but... After a
short pause his attention came back to me and he said "Mr. Kirkland, if
you weren't an 8.1 yourself I'd be doing my best to quietly get you to a
uncrowded spot other than this bench. We figure that at about ten thirty
will be the maximum crowd. I'm PVT Dan Langhorne." He held out his hand.

"Good!" I said, shaking his hand. "That's over a hour from now and she
said that she'd be here before then. Thanks for answering my question."

"How did you spot us?" he asked.

I laughed and replied "Dan, a bunch of over six and a half foot tall,
very fit, very disciplined, very... martial... people wandering about or
standing around looking at nothing much, but aware of everything rang a
bell. I read about the Confed Marines. Especially since I was one of
Uncle Sam's Misguided Children in my youth. Your height is distinctive.
You'd be doing better setting down. The height isn't so obvious and
there's plenty of park benches and lots of grass."

He got that far away look again and I noticed a few of the other marines
sitting down.

"That must be handy in a fight." I said.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"The sub-vocal comm link." I explained. "I just noticed some of the
others setting down. That had to come from you."

"Oh, you're good." he grinned. "Since you were a marine you coming back
into the fold?"

"Yeah," I said. "You know the attitude. Once a marine, always a marine."

He gave the expected snort of laughter.

I stood and said, "I have to get over to where I was going to meet my
daughter, so I'll look you up on board. And yes, I will keep quiet about
what's going down."

I strolled over to the Fair security booth and waved at a couple of
marines casually sitting on the grass near there. I stood just outside
of the main flow of pedestrian traffic and watched the girls in their
designed to attract outfits. I made my usual discovery that those who
wore as little as possible were less sexy than some others who dressed
in a peek-a-boo manner.

It wasn't too long, and with the show I didn't mind the wait, before
Jess showed up. See through blouse, miniskirt and sandals really show
off her curves. Being a 32 year old mother of two didn't show. She
always had looked way younger than she was.

We greeted each other and started wandering about the exhibits. We
hadn't got far when she motioned to a park bench and sat down. I joined
her.

"Alright, Dad," she growled at me. "What's up? You're not paying
attention to things and you're very... distracted. What are you up to?"

I never could surprise her. Almost as savvy as her Mom.

"The Confed is going to do an extraction from the Fair." I said. "Things
will kick off at ten thirty. In fifteen minutes or thereabouts."

She glared at me and said "Did you call and alert John, too?"

Damn! I _really_ didn't want to get into that, but she had me backed
into a corner. "Get out your PDA, access the net and get the phone
number of the Stardust Motel up near the Interstate and call them. Ask
for John."

She looked at me funny, but did as I asked. "He's at a motorcycle rally
thirty miles in the other direction, Dad." and then the phone connected.

"Yes, I'd like to be connected to John Peterson."

"Yes, I'll hold."

Her face went white, then red. She snarled into the PDA phone, "John,
you cheating son of a bitch! I'm at the Fair. There's going to be a
Confed pickup. I'm picking a couple of studs and getting off this planet
and I'm taking the kids. Hope you have _fun_ with your playmate."

"Ok, all knowing one" Jess snarled at me as she closed the phone, "Who's
he with and how long have you known?"

I sighed and said to her "Jess, I know he's an accountant and handles
all your family finances, but I thought you would have tumbled on to him
years ago. He doesn't even bother to use a fake name and uses his own
credit card. If I would have told you before today you would have
forgotten the mantra... ‘Murder is a felony, they put you in jail for
it'... Your kids and I need you out of jail."

"Who and how long?" came the growl again.

"He's been playing around for at least four years that I know of." I
answered. "He switches partners every four to six months. He's currently
with a woman named Karen Glass and must be near to dropping her since
it's been four and a half months. As far as I can tell he's never boffed
anyone you know."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" she yelled... and then
collapsed crying into my arms.

I had held her for comfort a year ago when the most important lady in
our lives died. Before that the last time she cried like this had been
when she was fifteen and the star quarterback had taken her cherry,
dumped her and bragged about it. It hadn't been rape and guys dumping
girls has been a fact of life for forever. But bragging about it I just
can't abide. I was testifying in the next county when he got himself
beat to dogshit. He lived, but that college scholarship had disappeared
and they never did find out who had stomped him. I'd been wanting to
pull that trick with John, but couldn't because of Jess and the boys.
Now we'd just leave him to be Swarm food.

She cried and hugged me tight. As I held her the horizon turned into a
scene from a black and white TV.

The PA system blared, "Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may have your
attention, please! You are about to participate in a historic
experiment... in an effort to speed things, we plan to attempt to fill a
transport today from this site! Please remain calm and cooperate with my
troops... they can be identified by their armbands. We have a lot of
work to do and can't really put up with anything serious in the way of a
disturbance, so I'm asking you now to follow our instructions and try
not to start any trouble... and I think you'll be pleased with the
results!"

There was a pause and then "According to our data, there are seven
hundred thirteen male and a hundred forty nine female volunteers here
with us on site... if you would make yourselves known to the nearest
Marine, we'll see to it that you're not molested in any way while we
conduct the next phase of things. People, I know that many of you are in
family groups... while you may wish to take your spouse with you, you
are under NO OBLIGATION to do so... but if you already have a group of
dependents sorted out, we'll be happy to honor it."

Another pause and "As for everyone else... if your last name begins with
A through H, please report to the amphitheater. If your last name begins
with I through Q, please report to the sales barn. All others, please
report to the ring where the riding events are held. Thank you in
advance for your cooperation."

"Well, that's it." I said to Jess. "Let's find a marine and see what
we're supposed to do."

We walked over to a marine with a gaggle of other volunteers.

When we had all showed our cards the marine said, "We're going to do
this two ways. One is an auction at the three places you heard people
being directed to. That is where most of the young and pretty ones will
be. The other way is to go to the holding areas and just choose a
husband and wife combo or you can pick two older or butt ugly women. You
can change that on board. The men who want to be concubines are being
sent to the stock pens. While you ladies could fill your slots with all
guys I heartedly recommend against it. You're going to need the rest and
who watches your kids when you're on deployment... and not allowed to
have kids."

One of the guys said, "Define ‘older'."

That must have come up in the pre-briefing since he didn't pause
answering "Forty and up. Over fifty-five and even Confed medical
technology can't restart the baby maker so that's the upper limit."

A woman asked "Are you going to give us one of those card reader
thingies?"

The marine said "At the auctions we're going to put up a hologram of the
sub-scores as well as a three times life size image of the woman so
everyone can see what they're buying. At the holding areas for the
concubines we've set up dozens of CAP card readers that will allow you
to drill down and see the sub-scores. Just because the main score is a
2.9 doesn't mean that the libido score isn't a 9.2. You can get a real
good idea of the personality of the selectee by using these sub-scores."

When no other questions were fired off he continued, "OK, the concubine
males are at the stock pens. The concubine females are at pens near the
amphitheater, the sales barn or the riding event ring. If you go that
route you should split up in the same alphabetical groupings as the
concubines. Listen to the PA system. It will have any new information
and will repeat who should be where every quarter hour or so. Have fun
and keep your card handy. When you're done go to the collection point
near the auction sites."

Jess and I started walking and I asked "How you going to handle your
four? I'm gonna get a husband and wife pair, maybe another pair, one
old, one ugly and then see what's going on at the sales barn. One guy
and five women is what I'll shoot for."

She said, "I'm thinking two and two. I'll probably get two husband and
wife pairs."

As we walked toward the stock pens we saw several bodies laying about.
One of them had a ‘Do NOT resuscitate - CAP counterfeiter' sign pinned
to him and his arms looked broken.

As we passed a marine I asked, "Besides the idiot counterfeiter what's
with the other bodies?"

"They were causing panic or some such." she said. "We sting them.
They're out for a couple hours and then have the mother of all headaches
for double that. They're OK."

We reached the stock pens. I just have to say it. It was a zoo. The
actual stock had been taken into the barns and hundreds of guys were
trying to get the attention of the mostly lady volunteers. We got near
one of the card readers attached to a metal I-beam that was chained to
the fence and had an instant line form up. Well, not really a line. More
like a bunch of sheep trying to get to a food bucket.

I saw one guy back hand another littler dude out of his way. I pointed
at him and said in my best parade ground voice, "You! Go somewhere else.
We're not picking you or anyone else with violent tendencies."

He started to argue and there was a ZAP and he fell over.

The marine who stung him touched his collar and his amplified voice
said, "Someone pick him up and drape him on the fence so he doesn't get
trampled. Any of you others try shoving your way forward and you'll buy
some nap time, too. The way this is going you might even wake up before
this cluster fuck is over."

I smiled at the marine and turned back to the crowd, "Any of you guys
married?" A whole bunch of hands went up. "How many of you are here with
your wife?" Most of the hands stayed up. "How many of you guys will let
your wife go hang if you can.?" Maybe three quarters brought their hands
down. "No loyalty. Guys with their hands up should just go away. How
many of you other guys have their wives waiting to see how you do before
they go into the meat market to sell themselves off planet?" About
twenty guys raised their hands. "You lot, come up here, form a line and
we'll talk."

"OK, guys," I said while the line was forming. "If any of you have a
problem with me fucking your wife and getting her pregnant...
repeatedly... just go away." A couple guys actually did go away. "When
we start talking to you give us your card and your name and your wife's
name and how many kids, and what kind, that you have under fourteen and
how many are now adults. Tell us what you and your wife do for a living,
your hobbies and anything else you think will get you and her selected.
Don't be too long winded though."

And so it began. I did the listening and Jess scanned the card. Knowing
Jess and myself anyone who listed their church as a major activity was
gone. When the fourth guy ask why I was letting my concubine fail guys
Jess have an evil laugh, held up her card and told him to go away. We
were dropping any who had sub-scores saying that they would be a handful
to keep in line. We wanted decent intelligence, high sex ratings and low
confidence and aggression. The marine had wandered by on his rounds and
I had made sure that we could take a bunch of guys over to the female
pen so that if the wife didn't work out we wouldn't have to start all
over again.

When we had six of the twenty lined up I told them that we were only
going to chose three of them. There was some grumbling, but they agreed
that the wives had to be compatible, too. We marched them over to the
other pen and had a marine use his personal PA to get the six wives.
They showed up and the situation was explained to them.

I used the same shock value opening that I had over at the guys' pen,
asking them if they wanted to be fucked by me and bear my children.
Didn't work here. They were committed to getting their kids off planet.
After looking at their cards and talking to them Jess and I discussed
things and we made our decisions.

"You pick your first one, Jess." I said "Then I'll pick mine and then
you pick again. Then we'll send the others back. That OK with you?"

"That's fine Dad," she replied. "I'll take Ron and Mary Hodgkins and
their two kids."

"Yes!" Ron shouted and his wife said "Oh, my!"

Ron was a 27 year old general contractor and his wife was a 25 year old
stay at home mom with a teaching degree. The two girls, Laura and Lynne,
were one and three.

"Good choice," I laughed. "You made my choice for me. I was either going
to take them or Steve and Samantha Romero. Yeah, you two and your boy."

"Thank you!" they both chorused.

Steve was a 22 year old auto mechanic and Sam was a 21 year old
receptionist at a local real estate agency. Raymond, their boy was two.

I noticed the marine getting closer as Jess said "And to fill up my
options I pick Bob and Sue Grey."

Sue hugged Bob and gasped, "Oh, Bob we made it." as he hugged her back.

Bob was a 36 year old machinist at the local steel plant and Sue was a
35 year old middle school English teacher. They had a boy Edward, 12,
and a girl Kathy, 9.

There were an assortment of grumbles, moans and cussing but the other
couples went back to their pens without a fuss. Could have been the
marines with their stingers.

Wanting information Jess called, "Hey, marine! I want to formally accept
these four as my concubines. What do I do?"

"You've done the first step. Find a marine." she said. "Then say that
you accept... say their name... as your concubine. Then they say that
they accept you as their sponsor. Then you go over to the briefing area,
get briefed and transported to the ship. One thing though. Have you
tried these people out? Don't buy a pig in a poke. There are mattresses
over by the transporter."

Jess looked at her four concubines with their kids and decided to shake
things up immediately. "That's a good idea. Follow me people. When we
get over to the mattresses I want Ron to boff Sue and Bob to ball Mary.
If you all perform well with each other we'll do the formal acceptance
thing. Let's go. Bye, Dad, see you later."

I held my grin behind a poker face. The prospective concubines were
looking at each other and trying to come to grips that their future sex
life was going to be different.

"See ya, Jess." I said, "Have fun. I've still got some picking to do."

We had used up almost an hour interviewing twenty guys and six women. I
figured I'd better speed things up. "Sam, give Ray to Steve and while
I'm picking two more women I want you to strip and blow me." I said
while dropping my pants. I figured I'd better find out now, while I had
marine backup, if Steve was going to be too jealous. With a glance at
Steve Sam handed off her child and doffed her clothes, knelt down before
me and got her lips around my shaft. Steve turned away. I commanded "No,
Steve. You watch. Oh, yeah... you strip, too. I'm testing the both of
you." He turned and glared at me, but then shook his head, got a
lopsided grin and watched the show while stripping.

I was standing at the pen fence near a reader. I called out to the
ladies in the pen "I'm looking for a 40 to 45 year old with no kids
older than twelve. I take just you and the kids, no husbands." Sam was
doing a good job and I knew that as long as I had done without that I
wouldn't last long. A gaggle of ladies came over in my direction. I saw
several of them spot Sam and turn away. I took the cards as they were
handed to me. Popped them in the reader and looked at the sub-scores for
intelligence, nurturing, organizational skills and sex drive.

About the fourth card Sam had gotten to me and I came. She swallowed
most of the load. I looked back at the card I was reading and the
sub-score of 9.6 in nurturing and decent scores in my other categories
only made me happier. The unwillingness to fight and lack of ambition
had dropped her final score to a 6.2. Her card said she was 42.

"Who is Janice Miller?" I asked.

"Me!" came a happy cry.

I motioned Sam to stand by her hubby and looked at Janice. She was a
zaftig brunette matron with big tits standing about 5'4".

"How many kids do you have?" I asked.

She brought her fingers up to her mouth and did one of those piercing
whistles. Two pre-teen kids carrying two more kids came running up.
"Four." she said.

I told her to get rid of her clothes and join me outside the pen and
told the other ladies to wander off. Janice was flinging clothes all
over as she made her way to one of the pen openings.

I started scanning the herd of females. I spotted one little carrot
topped girl who in her mid-teens who could have played an Auschwitz
prisoner with very little makeup. She was flat chested, had a big purple
birthmark on her neck and shoulder and had acne. She was just standing
there and not looking up at the volunteers. I picked up a small pebble
and threw it at her. She looked up and I waved her over. She got wide
eyed and pointed at herself and I nodded. She came over and I got her
card.

Holly O'Malley had a CAP score of 6.1. There was a high potential for
sex, but she was still a virgin. Shy to the point of invisibility and no
self-confidence. The only reason I could see for the CAP score was she
was a super genius. Damn! That was reason enough to take her. I told her
that if she wanted to be my concubine to get naked and get out here.

She got rid of her micro-skirt and climbed over the fence. She got to my
side about the same time that Janice and her brood did.

I turned to the marine who was nearby and asked her, "Just making sure.
I have one older lady and one less than pretty girl. Does that satisfy
the rules? Also where can I stash this group while I'm looking for my
other two."

She got the vacant look I was getting familiar with and then said "Yes,
it does. There is a holding pen by each of the transport areas. They can
go there. As long as they know your name they'll be left alone."

"OK group," I said to my growing family, "here's what we're going to do.
I'm Tim Kirkland, an 8.1, and I am your sponsor. Steve, give Ray back to
Sam and take Janice somewhere comfortable and fuck her. Then the both of
you find me over at the sales barn auction. I'll ask for a report on
performance from both of you. Sam, you take your kid and Janice's kids
and wait at the holding pen near the sales barn. Holly, you come with
me."

Janice quickly introduced her kids to Samantha they all headed for the
transport area, since that was where both the mattresses and holding pens
were. Holly was looking nervous. I told her "I'm not going to take your
cherry right now. Every girl deserves better. In fact, I'll let you
decide if you want me to have sex with you before or after your physical
modifications. Now follow me, one step behind and slightly to the left
of me."

She gave a nervous smile and got into position and followed me to the
auction. I showed my card and was told about how things were being done.
Basically the ‘currency' being used was chances at other selectees. You
could buy a woman for five turns and then couldn't bid until the sixth
girl. It made sense. If there was a bidding war then it would be taken
to a off side area and you could pay fifty turns to road test. I went
into the bleachers and watched the first couple of women go by.

They had a holographic set up that showed the woman about three times
life size and also showed her sub-scores. It looked like the average
price was ten turns and it was taking three to four minutes per sale. I
bid on the third girl, but the bids went up to 25 so fast I didn't
bother with a second bid. To pass the time I told Holly to sit on my lap
and held my knees close together so she had to sit splayed. I began
massaging her bad bee sting tits. She stiffened at first then relaxed
into it. After three sales Holly lay her head back on my shoulder and
began a quiet humming moan. I slowly moved a hand down to her pussy and
began rubbing there. She got a little louder. Then her whole body jerked
and she came. I just held her while she reintegrated her world. 

She whispered "Oh, that was nice. Will real sex be that nice?" 

I smiled at her and quietly replied, "The first time hurts, sometimes a
little, sometimes a lot. It's different for every girl. If the guy knows
what he's doing by the end of the first time it's real good."

Steve and Janice found us soon after. They gave each other high marks. I
tried bidding on a few more young girls and was quickly out bid each
time. I decided that the auction was a waste and told Steve and Janice
to find Sam and stay with her. 

I took Holly with me to the Amphitheater holding area and had her point
out school mates who could be claimed under the ‘not pretty' rules. I
told her I didn't want dumb. She started pointing out girls that were in
the various science, math and computer clubs at school. She was good.
All the girls she pointed to were high to very high in intelligence.
None were in Holly's league, but then 99.5% of the world weren't in her
league. 

After checking the cards of about a half score girls I had Twanda
White... who wasn't... and Rita Castillo selected. Both were sixteen,
more than pudgy and were plagued with acne. Another pair of virgins, but
their sub-score gave a very high potential for sexual response. Twanda
had dark chocolate skin and Rita was a typical Italian girl. Both had
black hair.

They passed the obedience test by getting naked and then doing an
amateurish blowjob. I didn't let either of them finish me. It just
wasn't going to work... too much fumbling around. When I told Rita to
stop Holly took her place and showed that she was willing and had
natural talent. I let her go on a little bit longer than the other two
and then stopped her. I thought about going through the rotation again,
but decided that I might as well collect my group and head for someplace
comfortable.


We went and collected the others and went to the briefing area. The SSGT
there gave a quick rundown about the rights of concubines... basically
they had no rights... and the responsibilities of the sponsor. I
formally claimed them and they formally accepted. We stepped into the
transporter and headed for the stars.

END