Joacim & L'ielit (1 of 10) - Joacim's Extraction

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For Joacim Zelle, life started with heavy overload. Physically, he was in good shape, but parts of his brain were hyperactive. This diverted him from developing normally. He started crawling when he was two. He spoke his first word in the age of three. His parents thought at that time that he was mentally disabled.

He had a hard time learning to sort things out from what was a lot more input than other kids received. You may visualize this by comparing the amount of input when you look at something like a motorcycle. You see the surface; categorize it in 'fast vehicle', 'currently clean', 'off-highway', 'I can ride it'. Now take all blueprints of all parts of the motorcycle, all the content from the technical and users' manual, the procedure on how to get a drivers licence and look at all of it at once. Get every bit of information that is possibly linked to a motorcycle. That's what Joacim can see. Parts of his brain create this additional information from the mere sight and out of his memories. The amount of linked information is rising every day. When he was five, he had learned to shut down and ignore all that additional input when he doesn't need it. He is now able to ignore the unimportant to concentrate on what's important. Sounds simple enough, but first, it was very hard. Basically, this is the difference between savants and normal people.

At the age of 14, the first year at the University of Berlin lay behind him. He was a German wunderkind.

Of course, he passed the CAP test as soon as possible. He scored 8.7 and he suddenly felt more alone than ever. A few really clever people around him were proud to reach a medium 7. And now there was a kid among all those adult students with a high 8. You won't believe it, but he bought a sticker like a lot of people wear, that states 'I score 6.9' to avoid problems. One year after testing, he went to a recruiting bureau and told them that he wanted to join the defence forces, no matter what part, as long as they have work to do that matches his intellect. The poor soldier at the counter of the testing facility looked very confused, but somehow the information went to the right place.

The extraction

It was a real show.

At the age of fifteen, half of Joacim's brain was filled with girls and sex. But he had no experience at all. He had no self-confidence concerning girls. Part of the problem was that all the girls around him were a lot older than he or just cute but dumb chicks, giggling all the time.

The day started just as every working day. He went to several courses at the university in the morning. At 12:30 he took a meal at McD, a stack of books under his arm and a lot of science stuff in his head. He didn't realize it was an extraction before an annoying loud person shouted his name. It was Sergeant Ryan, a nice guy of the Confederancy Recruiting Corps.

"... Joacim Zelle, Karl Schmidt, Egon Ellert and Astrid Bose, would you please come here, so I can verify your CAP ID."

At that time, the Sergeant and his men had already sorted people into groups of those who didn't want to take part in the event or weren't allowed, like people without a CAP ID or youngsters under the age of fourteen without at least one parent present. The Marines had to 'calm' only a few people with their stingers while sorting.

"Ok then, listen to me;" the Sergeant continued with reduced voice volume after checking the CAP ID's. "Herr Karl Schmidt and Herr Egon Ellert with a CAP of 6.7 each are both allowed to select two concubines. Frau Astrid Bose with a CAP of 8.1 is allowed to take six concubines. Young Herr Joacim Zelle here has a stunning score of 8.7 and can also take six concubines. If you are willing to accept some advice, I would suggest for the small families to take one momma with proven skills in rising children and one for the fun. For the big families, I'd suggest two mommas, one or two men, including yourself, Mr. Zelle, and only one of the concubines should be a leader type. Of course it's all your very personal decision."

Sergeant Ryan turned to all people again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the sponsors will now collect their concubines. Please don't start something crazy. If you endanger anybody, that will reduce your chances to be selected to zero. Keep in mind, that if you are selected and if you accept to be selected, you give up all rights. You are the property of your sponsor. If you can't accept this, please stand back. If concubines try to force their will upon a sponsor, or even worse, use violence upon a sponsor, they tend to end up in open space without an air supply, once we are in space. I'm stressing this because we had some people who didn't believe what they have read about the extraction process or they didn't read til the end. So make your decisions, you still can step back. If you can't obey the orders of the sponsors here, it might be a good idea to step back. You even have the chance to stumble upon another extraction when you are mentally better prepared."

While Sergeant Ryan made his speech, Joacim thought he had to vanish in a cloud of shame. Professor Astrid Bose was his teacher in astrophysics. He only knew her as a very strict and conservative person. Now he was in a situation that was known to turn out in an orgy, sort of.

And an orgy it was. Surprisingly Mrs. Bose started it by drawing the attention of all willing men and declared "those two of you who please and fuck me best in the next fifteen minutes will do the trip. I like it rough but I don't like pain. So please start now." Thirty seconds later all her holes were filled with cock and four other men caressed her body.

It was hard to concentrate on anything else for Joacim after that anouncement, although she was not young or pretty in Joacim's opinion. In fact, he sometimes thought of her as an old hag.

The two other volunteering men joined the orgy by test driving several pretty young girls.

Sergeant Ryan helped Joacim out by drawing his attention away from the action and directed him to the far end of the row of women.

With his six slots he had plenty of opportunities to categorize and organize his new household and organizing was something he was really good with. He started with the chicks behind the counter for someone who can run a household, cook and clean. But hey, do you expect someone like that in a McD? He wasn't successful. Most of them were just chicks or total loosers who were barely able to take an order and deliver some drinks and burgers.

Sergeant Ryan kept an eye on the young man. He had the feeling this extraction could take a whole day if he didn't push this obviously smart but shy boy from time to time.

Joachim started to interview the women who stood along two of the walls. There were women of every age and shape in every possible state of nudity, which he tried to ignore. He checked their CAP ID's and asked some questions like "are you happily married or have a boyfriend?", "Do you have children?", "How old are they?", "Have you ever been jealous?", "Have you ever used violence against children?", "Do you think you are prepared for the decision you maybe have to make in a few moments?"

Joacim made a mental list with names and ranks for the answers and his personal impression of each woman.

Most of the women just awaited what to come. Most of them, well, most of the older ones didn't show any hope when a fifteen year old boy stood before them. Some of them tried to push their bare breasts into his face. They were off his list immediately.

Joacim had a dozen names on his list from which he thought would fit well in his family when he came to a tall slim woman with coal black skin. She hadn't stripped as most of the others had. She looked a little out of place. She didn't speak German and her English was horrible but they managed to talk.

Sergeant interrupted the interview and verified that this woman was aware what an extraction meant. "Did you understand what this all is about? Sponsors, concubines, the Confederation?"

"Yes, me know. Sponsor is master. Concubine is slave. Me no rights if me go. Decision now, here. Confederation fight Sa'arm. Sponsors is soldier ants for confederation. Concubines is working ants for soldiers." was her answer.

Sergeant Ryan grinned and asked Joacim to continue the Interview.

Her name was L'ielit Debir and she came from Ethiopia. Joacim knew that the CRC didn't make extractions from most African countries because of the lack of organization and cooperation from the various governments. He looked over her CAP ID and gasped. He thought that she was probably the unluckiest CAP testant of the world. Her score with more decimals was 6.449993. She was less than 1/10000 away from being a sponsor instead of a slave. She had the potential of a real fighter. What broke her neck at the test were very few of her secondary scores.

To not disturb his own routine and to treat L'ielit as equal with all the other women in the row Joacim asked her to strip. She didn't seem to be shy but tried to avoid.

"You heard him. We don't have all day for this. If you want to leave earth, strip now, as he asked. This IS your chance" Sergeant Ryan insisted. So she dropped her gown.

Next thing Joacim remembered was that he was bowing over a toilet and losing his last meal and probably breakfast too. Sergeant Ryan tried to calm him, but the soldier's words didn't help much.

When Joacim finally went back to the restaurant, L'ielit stood there, hiding her destroyed body behind the dress she had picked from the floor. Joacim asked for her story. Sergeant Ryan offered to translate simultaneously once it was clear that L'ielit's English wasn't good enough to tell her story. What Joacim heard raised the urge to kill some people for the first time in his life. He really wished death for those animals who had destroyed this woman's body. He refused to think of them being human beings.

Then, Sergeant Ryan whispered in Joacim's ear that everything could be repaired if he selected her, and in doing so he could rescue her from a life that obviously had been more hell than anything else. Sergeant Ryan had enough trust in the young man's behaviour towards concubines. In addition, he thought that L'ielit will be dancing around a gentle sponsor for the rest of her life if he restored her beauty that Ryan thought can be seen behind the heavy scars. Her breast and crotch could be restored, her skin could be smooth and perfect. "You hold her only chance for pleasurable sex and joy in your hands," he said.

Joacim already had decided to take her, but he had to ask what she had to offer. She dropped her head and mumbled something about surviving. 'That is a pretty good offer' Joacim thought. 'Fighters need survivor genes out in a war'. "You are in" he said.

After this Joacim told Sergeant Ryan the names of the top 5 of his mental list: Petra Thiel, Helga Bach, Anita Sosa Gonzalez, Sabine Engel and Prudence Rovachin. He collected them and made them sit down near the transporter pad the marines had installed in a rear corner of the room.

The orgy of the former astrophysics professor came to an end, but still she had to select four women. Joacim had some time to see if his selectees were a match. Most of them had seen the front of L'ielit, so that was the only thing they had in mind. They hugged L'ielit, they comforted her. None of them freaked out. None of them had any problems with her color or anything. Joacim was very pleased seing this. Unfortunately, L'ielit didn't seem to welcome all this. She just sat there almost catatonic.

Finally the selection was over and all four volunteers and their concubines went through the transporter nexus.