Fuck Toys

La Cantina was one of the larger restaurants around, attracting businessmen of the surrounding offices and a lot of customers of nearby shops and boutiques for lunch.

'Here I am, lined up in a row of women who'll try anything to get off Earth before the Swarm arrives,' Amanda thought.

Ten minutes ago, the world outside went grey and the Confederate Marines had started an extraction.

Most of the other women had started to strip, trying to get eye contact with one of the volunteers. Amanda had prepared herself the best she could for a random extraction. She stood there wearing somewhat more clothing than was currently fashionable. The well-proportioned red blouse accented her still firm DD sized bust but hid the not-so-nice-to-look-at belly with its bulges of fat. A massive 8-inch wide black leather belt held her hips in firmly and also passed as a mini-skirt. Someone sitting in front of her could just see some curls of beaver. Her thigh highs gave her legs more shape than they actually had. They looked like mesh but weren't. The picture was completed with a pair of red high heels. She held her CAP ID in her left hand and a portable DVD player in her right hand. She was 53 years old now. Yes, she was fat and her left eyelid was hanging down after an apoplectic stroke last year.

One of the marines, Sergeant Potter, approached her before any volunteer was even near. He was suspicious about the device in her hand. Things had gone messy in several extraction events in the recent past.

"What's this madam?" he asked.

"It's a DVD player. I brought some images of my past, for, uhm, obvious reasons." Amanda said with a rasping voice.

Sergeant Potter took the player and opened it carefully, just in case. When the display lit up he relaxed. It displayed just some hot action, a porno DVD. The quality was low and it was obviously a digitalization of an old VHS tape. "That's you?" he asked. Scenes switched fast: different settings, different men, even some lesbian scenes and orgies, but always the same woman.

"Yes, that's me, 30 years ago. These films were not that popular, no top sellers, but they show that I know everything about sex. And I tell you that, hell, I miss it! If it's true that you can turn the body clock back then I'll have to go with every stud that's willing to ignore my current shape."

"Are you still fertile? This is important for your emigration," Sergeant Potter asked.

"Yes, I am" Amanda answered.

Sergeant Potter gave back the player and wandered away, looking for possible disturbances.

The first volunteer walked past her, not even looking at her.

"Would you please...?" Amanda started, holding up her CAP ID and the player. The man, staring at her with daggers in his eyes made her shut her mouth. He obviously had his own ideas how to select his chicks and obviously didn't like any disturbances by an old hag.

Paul Peterson had celebrated his 17th birthday just a few days ago. With a CAP of 6.6 he had volunteered. He knew that with only 2 slots he should select very carefully. Two hot chicks would be nice for pleasure, but they would probably not run his household very well. The other volunteers didn't seem to bother about that, or maybe they just took the advantage of the moment to test drove every pussy that spread her legs. Paul was no virgin, but experienced was something else. He liked science and computer war games. He dreamed of a space navy job.

Sergeant Potter approached the only volunteer that actually hadn't started looking for women. "Hey young man, would you accept some advice for starting? We haven't all day for this extraction."

"Yes, sure, I am open to any suggestion." Paul said.

"As you are still sitting here, you are obviously not after the sexy chicks?" the sergeant asked.

"No. I know the med lab can turn them young and sexy as hell. I think I need somebody experienced who is willing and able to deflower an almost virgin."

Sergeant Potter laughed. "I might have what you need. Over there," Sergeant Potter pointed at the middle of the line of women, "there is a former porn star. No, not the medium aged chick with the big breasts, the old hag two positions to the left with the huge ones. She also seems to be a smart old lady, well prepared for an extraction. I think she's worth a talk."

Paul walked over. "Hello lady, what do you think you'll be doing in an hour or two?" he asked. He had thought a lot about the questions he would ask, but none of those seem to fit with this old lady.

"I really don't know." Amanda answered. "Most probably I'll be killing some more brain cells with alcohol. But if you could take a look at my CAP and this short trailer of my former life, maybe I'll be doing something completely different."

Her sub-scores were not bad, especially her motherly qualities, obedience, some medium housekeeping qualities and a high 8 in her sex drive.

"These films are 30 years old," Amanda continued talking. "My son copied them from my old VHS tapes and put things together. I don't know much about computers."

"What's his age?" Paul asked.

"Oh my, Harry is of no interest for you. He's 26 years old, a good boy making his own way."

"Any other children?"

"My daughter, Daphne. She's 29 years old. She was the reason I stopped making films like those. I tried to become a serious actress but failed." Amanda said. 'The longer I talk, the higher are my chances', she thought. "I made some serious mistakes in the past 25 years, like drugs and alcohol, not caring about my body and not making plans for the future. I'm not good at some things and I know that. But I really care about children, no matter how drugged I am, and I really miss sex."

Paul smiled. "So, who else do we need if I take you? Be aware, it's still a big IF"

Amanda tried to figure if this young man was just playing a game and searched hard for the right answer. Being honest to a volunteer seemed the right thing to her. "We'll need someone who kicks my butt from time to time if I start to become lazy or something. Maybe someone with cooking skills? I only know making spaghetti and frozen pizza..."

Paul laughed. "Well, strip just your chest bare and come with me if you think you can be a slave. It seems we have to look for the kitchen." When Paul entered the kitchen, followed by Amanda and a marine watching over him, he found a mixed troop of cooks. "Does anybody in here want to become a concubine?"

Several hands went up.

"I am only looking for females, so males try your luck out there."

The only man who had lifted his hand walked out, removing his apron and shirt, but keeping his chef's hat on in order to show his side skill.

"Who is the cook who makes the best medium steak with potatoes and sour cream?" Paul asked.

The remaining female cooks looked a little surprised. Several of them started to shout "Me! Me!"

'This question was a waste', Paul thought.

The marine came one step forward and told Paul "Sir, the kitchens in the colonies have replicators. You don't need a good cook"

"So if I order Boeuf Stroganoff, it always tastes the same? Exactly the same?" Paul asked, keeping an eye on the cooks.

"Yes sir, that's how replicators work. They exactly reproduce what they have in their database." The marine answered.

One of the women wrinkled her nose.

"Ladies, show me your CAP ID's," he ordered. The woman who had shown her discomfort with replicator food was a good organizer type according to the sub-scores. She hadn't said a word, not even raised her hand when he asked for a good medium steak. She was a 30-year-old woman with a little too much fat on her hips.

"You can't make a good medium steak?" Paul asked.

"'Good' is a matter of taste to the customer. I do well enough, otherwise I wouldn't be here as the head chef."

"Nice answer" said Paul. "But being the chef in here raises another question. Can you obey orders, even humiliating ones?"

"I'll do anything, as long as you take my 12 year old daughter along, even if you dump or trade me afterwards. I do believe in the stories about the swarm..."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "You say you obey but try to set some rules. Maybe you'll get a chance to rule my household, but I need a little demonstration of your obedience. Strip, get a cucumber and shove it up your pussy. By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Ludmilla Merrywinter, you may call me Lucie or whatever you like" she said while taking off her clothes. Then she went to the board with vegetables and sorted out a fairly medium sized and the largest cucumber. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Paul asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, I think so." Ludmilla got down on the floor, spread her legs and shoved in the huge cucumber slowly. All her subordinate cooks were watching. At 3/4 of its length she grunted and stopped. "If you like it big you should ask for some improvements on me. That's all I can get in" Then she started moving the cucumber with medium strokes.

Paul, satisfied with the show, turned to the marine and said "She's on the list. I'm complete.

"No test rides?" asked the marine with a grin.

"Not at their current age and shape. I like them young and slim" he grinned back.

"Lucie, please get some samples for the replicator database, Spices, dry things, vegetables, anything that survives a few hours without cooling. Just samples. Then meet me out in the dining room"

"Yes, boss!" Lucy answered.

30 days later, transit to colony...

"Hi Paul"

"Hi Dan"

Dan was one of the other male volunteers at the same extraction. Paul and Dan were neighbours on this ship.

"How's going with your two hot chicks? They really look cute." Paul asked, almost knowing the answer by looking at Dan's face.

"Oh yeah, they look cute and they fuck and give head real good. Unfortunately, all they have in their heads is the spunk I shoot in them. They can't run a household, not nearly."

"You should at least have taken one older woman. There were plenty of them." Paul smirked. "My two old hags are really good looking chicks now, they can fuck like succubi AND they can handle a house plus the kids."

"Yeah, spill salt in my open wound. I know I should have done that down there, but my dick took over." Dan answered. "But what can I do know?"

"There's that guy from the Civil Service who's running around here. He's collecting abandoned slaves and tries to get new sponsors for them. And Dan..."

"Yes?" Dan asked.

"Try to keep thinking with your upper head. All slave girls can learn to fuck," Paul winked.