Chapter 1: First Extraction

Major James T. Striker USMC (retired) had requested me to come to his office as soon as possible. When I arrived his secretary told me that he was just finishing up a conference call and he would see me in a couple of minutes. Sitting down in one of the chairs in the outer office, I thought back over the last year.

It had been the beginning of my senior year at a major college in the south. The year started out well-I was named Captain of Cadets for the Navy ROTC unit established at the college. ROTC was popular in the south so there were one hundred eighty Navy cadets and one hundred sixty Army cadets in the program. CAP testing had been going on for over four years, and most people assumed that a military background would be helpful in raising their CAP score. After all, the bottom line was that the Confederacy was recruiting a military force to fight the Sa'arm. Thus, it seemed obvious why there was increased enthusiasm for joining the ROTC programs.

I thought the assumption was logical and I was a good example. My first CAP score in my freshman year was 6.8-good enough to become a volunteer, but nothing special. I took advantage of the opportunity to retake the CAP test every year thereafter. Last week I scored 8.3. ROTC had to have been a major factor in that score, and my rank as Captain of Cadets probably influenced the score also.

The early estimates of when the Sa'arm would invade the Earth were very tentative-at least nine years we were told. The early estimate seemed to be holding, but a pragmatic evaluation would conclude that the combination of the Darjee, AIs, and humans on Earth had made the early years a real cluster. Time was wasted and could never be recovered. The Earth was not yet in a panic condition, but more and more people were beginning to face that fact that Earth eventually would be invaded by the Sa'arm.

The early extractions were small and peaceful-isolate a McDonald's, locate the three or four volunteers, let them pick their concubines, and transport everyone to the pod ship. When those with low CAP scores figured out where they stood-potential food for the Sa'arm-the extractions became more dangerous. Volunteers were killed before the extraction could take place, and organizations quickly took up the philosophy of "all or none." Some religious sects claimed extractions were sinful, and ranted against the process-some quite fanatically.

The problem, of course, was that it couldn't be all or none for many reasons. The Darjee didn't have the logistical capacity to extract all of us. The first volunteers immediately went to fight the Sa'arm, so there were not enough extraction teams. Further, the Darjee made it very clear that they were only going to pilot the ships, and not interact with the semi-barbarous humans. And finally, there was probably the real reason. The Darjee were worried that if we did defeat the Sa'arm, the humans would turn on the Confederacy. So the CAP testing was to both find the best people to fight the Sa'arm, while at the same time prevent extractions for those who might have tendencies to mutiny against the Confederacy. The logic seemed clear-the CAP was biased for high scoring males, which meant that the concubines needed would be mostly female. The result was that the low scoring, potentially mutinous males, were screwed. The same reasoning seemed to take place when whole countries were excluded from extractions.

Finally, it became obvious that small extractions were not practical. The new order of the day was for large extractions in a weapons free environment. The early successful examples were a military school extraction and the famous Queen's annual picnic. Both found a target area rich with volunteers with ample supplies of potential concubines.

It was clear to me that the colleges and universities would be next-of the one hundred eighty Navy ROTC cadets, one hundred ten of them had scores of 6.5 or higher. The same rough percentage came out of the Army ROTC program. Professors at the university with specific talents and experiences also scored high on CAP testing. Finally, universities teeming with twenty or thirty thousand students were perfect places to find the necessary concubines for the volunteers. The incompetence of the trio of Darjee, AI, and human leaders had wasted years before efficient extractions became the norm-but now they were getting their act together.

My thoughts were interrupted, "Captain Davidson, the major will see you now."

As I entered his office, I was about to do the military thing, but he immediately said, "Relax, Jim, and have a seat."

I'd always liked Major Striker. He was sixty years old and definitely old school-honor, duty, and country. Officers were to take care of their men first, themselves last. He was tough, but fair, unless you crossed his moral line in the sand, and then he was ruthless. During my four years in the program, twenty or so cadets had crossed that line and were no longer in the program. He was a father-figure to me, and my mentor.

He was silent for a few moments and then asked, "Do you still think that places like this university are going to be the norm for extractions?"

The question caught me by surprise-we had often talked about this subject for the last six months, and we both believed it was going to happen. To ask the obvious was very strange.

I played it honest, "Yes, Sir."

He paused again-almost like searching for the right words.

He surprised me again, "Are you going to the game tomorrow?"

The "game" was our league's basketball championship. The winner would be going to the NCAA tournament. It was the first time in over twenty years that our university had a shot at the NCAA tournament. Thirty-five thousand fans would stuff the auditorium. We were the home team and any student who wanted a ticket could buy one-most of the student body would be there.

"Yes, Sir."

"Jim, do you think our cadets will go to the game?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sure almost every one of them will be there. It's the only thing that's been talked about all week."

Major Striker looked uncomfortable. It was obvious he was trying to take the conversation to a certain place...and then I knew.

"Sir, would I be right if I told you that going to that game would be the most important thing that I did in my life?"

He immediately relaxed and stared at me. "Yes, Jim, your thinking is right on."

I asked, "Will you be at the game, Major?"

"No," he replied. "I have other things to do here. Good luck with the game tomorrow-I wish you well. You are dismissed."

I walked out of his office stunned. He had clearly told me that during the game tomorrow there would be an extraction. I don't know how he knew, but he did have a lot of contacts in the military. Maybe there was an informal "heads up" among certain people.

Usually there is no advance warning about an extraction. The risk is too great that word would get out, and the fanatics with their weapons would show up. In the last three months two extractions were disasters as many volunteers were killed by the mob that had infiltrated the extraction site. That the major had given me this information must have come very close to crossing his moral line.

What should I do?

First, I decided that the risk of passing this information to the cadets was too great-one or more would want to have someone at the game that wasn't planning to be there, and if the pressure was great enough, they would say why the person had to be there. Further, most, and I would bet all, of the cadets were going to the game anyway.

The cadets would know what to do. The major had many meetings over the last six months with the cadets regarding the Sa'arm-the military tactics that had been used against them, their strengths, and their weaknesses. We also had several meetings about concubines and the selection process. One meeting in particular stood out:

"Cadet Hallsley, what criteria should a volunteer use in selecting his or her concubines?"

Poor Hallsley, who had been day dreaming about the blond with big boobs who sat next to him during Sociology stuttered, "I'd say brains, physical appearance, leadership, and maybe attitude."

"Cadet Jamison, do you agree with Hallsley?"

Cadet Jamison was a cadet lieutenant in our ROTC program. She was about five-foot- seven or so, nice figure, brown hair, smart, and the fourth ranking cadet in the Navy ROTC program. Her first name was Karen.

She was extremely loyal to her friends, and helpful to anyone needing it. Her weakness was that she was too nice-her lack of aggression when it meant hurting someone's feelings had caused her problems in the program. Her heart ruled her head which, when you're a cadet, is a significant weakness. Nevertheless, her intelligence, logic, and organizational skills had taken her far as a cadet. However, the impersonal CAP testing had hurt her. She scored 6.3 and could not be a volunteer.

She answered the major, "I think Cadet Hallsley has touched on some important elements, but might be wrong on some others."

The major glanced at her and said, "Jamison, you're dancing around the subject."

He turned to me and asked, "Davidson, can you enumerate on what you think Jamison is trying to tell us?"

With my CAP score rising each year I had given this subject a great deal of thought. I replied, "Cadet Hallsley is very correct in one characteristic, completely wrong in another, and almost completely wrong in the other two, with one exception."

I paused.

"Take them one at a time, Davidson."

"Yes, Sir.

"Physical appearance is absolutely the wrong characteristic to use when making a selection. Augmentation allows the volunteer to physically alter the concubines to become whatever he or she wants them to be. It's not relevant what they look like on Earth. The use of..."

Hallsey interrupted, "If that's the case why does every extraction usually involve those trying to be selected stripping, either partially or completely, and why has the dress code everywhere become almost pornographic if physical appearance is unimportant?"

I replied, "Two questions there. For the most part volunteers who force those who want to be selected to strip usually mean that they don't understand the implications of augmentation. They are being stupid and will often end up with a less than ideal concubine.

"I would agree that some of those forcing people to strip or worse are on a power trip, but the power trip doesn't accomplish the objective of selecting the right concubines."

I paused and Karen jumped in. "But what if the volunteer is making the person strip or perform oral sex as a way to see if the person will be obedient to them if they are selected?"

She had blushed violently while speaking.

I answered, "If I have a gun pointing at you, and tell you to strip or I will kill you, and you believe me, will you strip?"

She blushed again, "Yes, I think I would."

I pressed on, "And once you are naked I told you to blow...to perform oral sex. Would you?"

She was quiet for a moment and then softly said, "Yes."

I continued, "Then what would happen if you met the same person on the street and this time you have friends with you, and he is not armed. When he tells you to strip and give him some pleasure. Would you obey him?"

"Of course not," she answered.

I said, "The point is that an extraction is somewhat similar. The volunteer does not have a gun, but he holds the power of giving the person life on another planet, or death when the Sa'arm attack Earth. Most people will do anything to be selected, but I maintain that gives the volunteer little information on how the person selected will obey once selected.

"Of course, the person selected must obey their volunteer or the consequences are severe, but that is another subject."

Hallsley, trying to save some face, says, "If that is the case, why are people, especially women, dressing so that we can see almost everything."

I answered, "Simply because they feel most volunteers will consider that their physical appearance is a selection criterion if they are involved in an extraction.

"However, the really intelligent, potential concubines are trying to attract a volunteer before becoming involved in an extraction, so the concubine is known to the volunteer if an extraction takes place-they are trying to be pre-selected."

No one spoke up so I continued, "With one exception, leadership is not a good selection criterion. The person selected is in many ways a slave. A slave is told what to do. If a slave has a leadership characteristic, it's not used. Think about why the word 'drone' has become almost synonymous with 'concubine.' The definition of the word drone is 'a person who does tedious or menial work.' Leadership qualities are unnecessary and potentially harmful for a concubine."

Major Striker spoke up. "What's the exception?"

I answered, "Some volunteers will have two concubines, others four or more. The greater the number of concubines, the more important it is to have a second-in-command when the sponsor isn't present to keep the family unit operating as efficiently as possible.

"Notwithstanding some tweaks during augmentation, personalities will not change significantly. Some of the concubines will be stubborn; some will slack off, if given the chance; some will be submissive to the others. I believe a smart volunteer will select a number one in the family unit to keep the concubines in order.

"To use a very crude example, it's been shown that dogs who don't know the pecking order are often fighting. As soon as their place within the group is known-no matter where it is-the fighting stops."

The room was quiet.

I continued, "Brains or intelligence is a lesser selection criterion. Let's face it, volunteers are going to be fighting the Sa'arm, and trying to get their concubines pregnant. Concubines, even if smart, will not get to use their intelligence except in some limited situations. If they work at all, it will be in menial jobs.

"For example, a medic on Earth with a CAP score of less than 6.5 will not be allowed to use that knowledge in the field-the AI's won't allow it. The exception, as I understand it, is that the same medic can be used as a medic, at times, in their home township.

"So I guess, all things being equal, I'll take brains over lack of brains if I were selecting, but I would do it carefully."

Cadet Ramsey spoke up. "Why carefully?"

I answered, "It goes back to Hallsley criterion that in my opinion is absolutely correct-attitude. Volunteers have concubines, who are slaves in blunt terms. A volunteer can be a harsh master and mistreat his slaves any way he or she wants to. What the drone thinks really doesn't matter.

"Other sponsors-many more I hope-will be benevolent slave owners. They will want happy concubines, and to get that they not only will treat their concubines with care or even love, but they have to make sure that they select drones that have the right attitude.

"You can change physical bodies, but you can't significantly change personalities. If the drone was a whiner on Earth, they will be a whiner off Earth.

"So if I were looking for my concubines right now I would ignore looks, somewhat ignore leadership and intelligence, and concentrate on attitude-can you be happy with that personality, will they be part of the family, or constantly causing disruption within the family.

"I would add one more thought. Say a male sponsor chooses four females all aged fourteen, and made them into fantastically beautiful women looking twenty-one. I suspect that decision would be a disaster-no matter what they look like, they are still fourteen years old. They would have little or no experience with raising children; their maturity or lack of would be significant; and when the sponsor was away, the family unit could easily self-destruct.

"My conclusion is that physical age is a significant criterion to me."

The bell rang ending the class.

Major Striker spoke up. "That's it for now. We'll continue to explore this subject in the coming weeks."

As the class was filing out, Striker said, "Captain Davidson, could I have a few minutes of your time?"

I stopped, "Yes, Sir."

Once the classroom was empty he said, "It's obvious you've been giving this subject a lot of thought."

"Yes, Sir. Ideally, I want my concubines selected prior to extraction and hope that when it happens, some or my entire pre-packed family is within the extraction area. The only downside is that I don't have a reader, so although I know their CAP scores, I won't know their sub-scores. I'm willing to take the risk that I can read them good enough that I don't need to know their sub-scores."

"Jim," Striker said, "You're going to be a damn good leader. I hope when the time comes they give you the job that you deserve. In the coming weeks I'm going to really emphasize this subject so other cadets are likewise motivated.

"In addition, we have to spend more time on the after-action reports on contact with the Sa'arm. Officers are going to make mistakes, but they shouldn't be mistakes that were made in the past.

"I'm going to push you hard on tactics, Jim."

I replied, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

Striker said, "That's all, Jim. I'll see in our next class."

I hesitated, but the time seemed appropriate. "Major, I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"Sir, I know that if I were on active duty, I could not date or have a sexual relationship with a subordinate in my chain of command.

"Does that same rule apply to my position in ROTC?"

Striker looked at me and replied, "Why don't you spill it all out, Jim."

I continued, "I'm looking for my concubines, and I'm about to pick up the pace on finding the right ones. I'm very much attracted to Cadet Jamison. Karen is a good soldier, but she is also a wonderful person. Her CAP score is 6.3, and I think I want her to be the lead concubine in my family unit. I'm going to have six, maybe seven selections if they allow an extra, which seems to be common now. I want someone I love watching my back, and making sure that things are working when I'm not there.

"She's intelligent and has good leadership abilities, but she's not aggressive enough in a military sense. I'm guessing that's what screwed her on her CAP. But that's exactly what I want in my number one.

"I want to get closer to her personally to confirm my thoughts. It might even lead into a sexual relationship-I want to know her better than any other person in my life so that I can make the right decision.

"But, she's in my chain-of-command. In some areas she influences how I grade other cadets when they work under her.

"I'm not sure what's right."

Striker thought for a moment, then took off his glasses and rubbed his face. I remained silent as he thought.

Finally he grimaced. "Jim, if this were before the Sa'arm the answer would be to leave Jamison alone. It would be wrong to have a girlfriend in your chain-of-command. But that's before the Sa'arm. Now we're stuck, and you're running out of time.

"I'd ask you to be discreet. Outwardly being friends is okay, but if your relationship becomes serious, make sure it a private relationship. You influence a lot of cadets, and a bad example will hurt you and them.

"You've brought up a subject that I hadn't considered. In the coming weeks I'm going to continue the theme of picking concubines intelligently, and that means seeing and finding the right person before extraction surprises you.

"So I'm going to bend-not break-the rules on relationships within the ROTC ranks. I have to think about how to explain that to the cadets.

"In any case, you're clear on what you can do. I hope Karen is everything that you think she is."

I thanked Striker and left.

The next day I saw Karen entering the student union. It was not a ROTC class day so she wasn't in uniform. I walked up to her and said, "Hi, Karen. Could I talk to you for a few minutes?"

She grinned at me and replied, "Of course."

We bought some soft drinks and sat down at a small table.

I hesitated and then said, "What did you think of yesterday's class?"

She answered a little shyly. "I think that you have studied the Sa'arm, concubines and extractions more than anybody in the class. And certainly more than me, since I'm the pickee, and you're the picker."

I thought, why talk around the subject?

"Karen, I think you're a great person-someone who I would like to know a lot better. Before yesterday I couldn't ask you out; now I can. Striker and I talked, and he said that he would allow dating among cadets, even within the chain-of-command.

"Would you consider going out on some dates with me?"

She looked shocked and then blushed. She stuttered, "I...I would love to go out on a date with you. All the female cadets have a crush on you, and I'm blushing because my crush has been four years long-ever since we met on the first day of ROTC."

She wasn't dumb. "Is this related to our class yesterday?"

I answered quickly, "Yes, it is. But let's not go too fast. I want to know you, and I want you to really know me. If we click, that would be wonderful. If not, we have time to find others who might be right for me and you."

We talked for two hours until the beginning of our next class. By mutual agreement, we skipped the class and kept talking. By the end of the day, we knew a lot more about each other.

Two months of dating followed with each date ending with a kiss and a hug. Each kiss and hug became more sensual, and then one weekend night I took her to my apartment. We were both nervous, but after the clothes came off and after many minutes of kissing and petting, I moved down her body until she opened her legs and my tongue explored her most private parts. My tongue played with her and finally teased her clit as she groaned. I finally took the clit in my mouth and sucked as she whimpered and then wailed as her body started its spasms.

When she was done she pulled me up to her and we kissed. She said, "So that's what I taste like."

And then, "Thank you."

We started up again and this time she teased my body. As she kissed my body down to my cock she impishly grinned at me and whispered. "This is my first time."

Without waiting for an answer she took my cock in her mouth and started licking and sucking it. Moments later-I was aroused beyond belief-I frantically said, "I'm coming!"

I filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed as much as possible and only a little bit slipped out of her mouth. I pulled her up and kissed her. I said jokingly, "So that's what I taste like."

She giggled and then, so did I.

We hugged each other a while and then she whispered, "I'm horny and wet. Love me or fuck me-I don't care."

I rolled her on her back and lifted her legs with my arms so that she was open to me. My cock easily slipped into her for the first few inches, and eventually my cock was entirely in-even being wet, she was very tight. We started moving and it became more and more frantic.

"Jim," she wailed, "I'm almost there."

Seconds later she groaned and violently thrust her pelvis into mine. I immediately started coming with spurts of cum. When our orgasms had run their course, we laid side by side, our bodies covered with perspiration and silly grins on our face.

Finally, she kissed me and rolled on her side so that I could spoon her. The last thing I remember was the wonderful feeling of her body pressing into mine. And then, I slept.

The next morning we made love again. Then we took our first shower together.

Later we went to a small caf� for breakfast. We laughed and giggled still in the emotions of our love making.

Finally I said, "Karen, I love you. When we get extracted I want you to come with me. You'll be number one in the family and be in charge of all my other concubines. I trust you completely.

"Will you come with me?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she stammered, "When my score came out 6.3, I was devastated-I was a failure, and would end up like a slave. Now I'm happy with my score, because now I can be your lover and mother of your children. I will do anything for you."

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Thank you, Karen. I really love you.

"The hardest thing that you will have to do for me is share me with the other women in our family. Can you watch me make love to others without jealousy?"

She paused and then said, "I think so, and what I think doesn't matter. There are rules, and the number one rule is for me to obey you and make you happy. I will do anything for you-I'm going to be your happy slave and I'm glad."

I squeezed her hand.

"Now," I said, "How are we going to choose the rest of our family?"

Karen was surprised. "We?"

I grinned, "Of course, 'we.' I get to choose six and you're the first. We have five to go. I think, as a minimum we need one male, which means four more females."

Karen timidly asked, "Will I have to have sex with the male?"

"Karen," I replied. "What happens if I go on a six month deployment? Can you go without sex for six months? If you're not pregnant, will the AI let you go that long without trying to have a child? You have to face the fact that you will be having sex with any male in our family.

"Or maybe not just males," I teased, "Can you enjoy another female?"

She immediately turned red, and I was embarrassed. What a stupid thing to say.

"I'm sorry, Karen. My mouth took over from my brain."

She stared at me and finally said, "You own me now. I have to tell you that I played with other girls in high school. I liked it, but not more than with the boys."

I was still upset with my lack of sensitivity. I changed the subject. "Do you agree that one male with the rest female is the way to go?"

She answered, "I think one will be enough, but he can't be a leader or aggressive. We want a warm person who's a follower, but one who understands women. I think I might know someone like that. He's in my chemistry class. His name is Gary Wilkins.

"He's always making jokes with the girls, but really doesn't care much about getting grades-just passing appears to be his goal. The word is that he's great in bed-when a girl breaks up with her boyfriend, I've heard he's there to pick up the pieces. When she finds another boyfriend, they just part friends.

"When he was criticized for not being more motivated, he answered, "Why be motivated when the Sa'arm will be here in a few years, and you have a shitty CAP of 5.3?"

I said, "That pretty much makes up our criteria. Let's put him on our list and talk to him."

I continued, "I've got one girl in mind. Her name is Peggy Carter, and she's my lab partner. She's not very pretty-thin as a rail, glasses, ratty hair, but that doesn't matter. She's a little insecure, probably because of her looks, but once she trusts you she opens up. She's above average smart and funny as hell once she relaxes.

"Her CAP is 5.7.

"I once asked her what her goal in life was. She answered, 'A man who loves me, 2.5 kids, and a medium size house in the suburbs. Sounds boring, but that's what I want.'"

"Anyone else?" asked Karen.

"Yes, there is. Julie Johnson. She's in my history seminar. Again, she is not very pretty and is a little heavy since she never lost her fat once her baby girl was born. She's a couple of years older than us, since she dropped out for two years when she had her daughter. I got to know her when she needed a ride to her day-care center, and then to her apartment. She opened up to me.

"She got pregnant when she was dating her first college boyfriend. As soon as the boyfriend heard about the kid, he broke up with her. I think she's a little bitter about how she was dumped, but you can tell she loves her daughter.

"She really researched to find the day-care center-nothing but the best for her baby. And when I went inside with her, I knew it was a good place. It was organized chaos run by a good staff, headed by a woman called Joyce who has two young, adopted kids. I was given the grand tour by Julie.

"Since that day she's very comfortable with me, has a good sense of humor, and tries to find the good side of everything.

"I'm not sure what her CAP score is, but by the way she talks, I'm sure she isn't a volunteer."

I looked at Karen, "That's the only two I'd consider at this time. How about you? Who else do you think would fit?"

Karen immediately said, "Cadet Jane Waters. She's a junior and has a great personality. She's always laughing and teasing, but she does it in a nice way. Jane's a good student and a fair cadet-I think she took ROTC because of the financial help she'd receive. She just broke up with her boyfriend, but doesn't seem to mind.

"She's like me with her CAP-close, but not there. She's a 6.2.

"I also think we should consider Connie Garcia. She's an exchange student from Spain. She's a very quiet person-maybe shy because her English is only fair, but she'll do anything for you if she likes you. I was really doing lousy in Calc last year, and she spent three nights a week for a month to get me on track.

"I don't know how aggressive she is sexually, but my guess is that she's a lot hotter than she appears.

"Since she isn't in any of my classes any more, I haven't seen her in a while, but I can find her, if you want me to.

"Her CAP is only 5.0."

I said, "That makes six. I think we should talk with each of them and see if the chemistry is there. If not, we'll search for some others."

Over the next two months Karen and I spoke to each of them. Most of the time, Karen was with me when I met them.

Jane was the most exuberant. She knew me from a distance, and was in ROTC so she knew more about the concubine process. Within ten minutes she raised her hand to stop me talking and said, "I'd go with you and Karen in a freaking second. What do I have to do?"

"Just be yourself," answered Karen.

Julie's first question was whether she could take her baby. When I answered positively, she broke down in tears. She stammered, "My baby is going to live."

Gary was very positive. "I know you're the boss, but getting out of here and being around five women whose main job is baby making seems like my kind of deal."

Peggy was shocked. "Why would you pick a beanpole like me? There are thousands of beautiful girls on campus, and you're the big man. You could have Karen and five other beauties."

We talked quite a bit with Karen jumping in at the right spots, and Peggy, still confused, said she would like to be considered.

Connie said, "No."

She would not leave her family. She would return to Spain at the end of the year. She was lonesome and wanted to be with her mother and the twins who were twelve. Her step-father had died two years earlier from cancer, and with her degree she would help with the twins-both financially and otherwise.

Karen and I talked to her for hours, but the answer was still no. She left us crying. I was sad since she opened herself up to us that day, and I liked what I saw.

Three days late Karen came to the apartment. "Well, Dad, Connie's mother changed her mind, and now Connie wants to go with us."

"DAD! Are you pregnant?"

She giggled, "No, but you're going to be a dad if you agree."

Karen could see I was getting frustrated. "Jim, it's simple. Connie will go with us if she can take the twins."

I sputtered, "But she can't take the twins. It's against the rules."

Karen laughed, "She isn't taking the twins. You are-as soon as you adopt them. The paperwork will take a month, and Connie's mom will start the paperwork as soon as we say yes."

"Karen, should we really do this-it's kind of bending the rules a little?"

Karen replied, "Absolutely, we both like Connie and if we can save the twins with a little rule bending, why not?

I gave up and grumbled, "But they're not going to call me 'Dad.'"

Karen giggled, "How about 'Papa?'"

And then she turned serious as she started taking off my clothes. She quietly said, "I know we can't now, but if this goes as we think, I want to have your children, and they will call you 'Dad.' For tonight I think we should practice this baby making business."

The six of us started meeting together to begin to know each other. We either went out to a restaurant, or Karen and the others cooked dinner at my apartment. Connie and Peggy were shy to begin with, but after getting to know everyone, they relaxed.

I was happy with our picks. Karen was everything I ever wanted in a wife and, without the Sa'arm invasion, I knew she would have been my wife. The others, including Gary, were great. One night Karen made Gary and I slow dance with each of the women. We all broke up when Karen told me it was now time for me to dance with Gary-we both turned red.

The night that we first danced was a celebration. I was now the father of two twins-a boy and a girl-who I had never seen. The boy was named Peter and the girl Jacquelyn, who was called Jackie.

As we became more comfortable together my biggest fear was that an extraction would surprise us, and I would be separated from some of my concubines.

The major knew of my fear, and bending his own rules, had resolved the problem.

After leaving Striker's office I quickly found Karen.

"Listen closely, honey. We're all going to the basketball game tomorrow."

Karen answered quickly, "But Julie can't because of the baby and Connie hates basketball."

I didn't answer-I kept looking at her.

The light went on. "Oh," she said.

I went on, "I'll talk to Julie and Connie. You talk to the others without telling them what is going to happen. We'll meet at the apartment an hour before the game and be in the auditorium forty-five minutes before the start. I don't care where we sit, but we sit together."

Connie was easy. "I know you hate basketball, but as a favor to me, I want you with us at the game tomorrow."

She stared at me.

"For me, Connie."

She nodded her acceptance.

I kissed her gently for the first time, and that kiss turned into an intense one with her clinging to me, pulling my body into hers so that her breasts crushed into my chest.

"Thank you," she whispered tearfully.

Julie was more difficult. "Jim, I have to take care of my baby. Day-care closes at five."

I asked, "Do you think Joyce would watch Beth at her home if we dropped her off before the game. I'll pay her whatever she wants."

Julie replied, "I don't know. I could ask her. But it is such an imposition to..."

"For us, Julie."

I saw understanding followed by fear in our eyes and then, "I'll work it out."

Another first time kiss to a member of my family. This kiss was softer and more tentative than Connie's, but I guessed it was her first kiss since her boyfriend had dumped her once she became pregnant.

The following day went quickly. I drove Julie and Beth to Joyce's house-along with a dozen roses-and we dropped Beth off. Joyce was in a good mood, especially after seeing the roses and said, "I'll be watching the game on local television. Have a good time and, I hope we win."

When Julie and I reached the apartment, everyone was there. We quickly walked to the auditorium. The cheap seats for the students are first come. We found seven seats together at the end of the court close to the floor, but the location was terrible for watching the game. I didn't care.

The basketball auditorium filled up. The teams performed their pre-game drill and went to their dressing rooms. Five minutes before the game started both teams game out for the pre-game player introductions. As the announcer said, "And starting at center, for..."

The windows turned opaque and suddenly forty Marines appeared on the basketball court.

At the center of the court a single Marine officer stood by himself. He said through the PA system, "Please remain in your seats. With so many people here, you must follow my instructions exactly. I'm Major Pearson of the Confederacy, and this is an extraction."

A student painted in the colors of our school raced on the court screaming some gibberish. After three steps we heard a hum, and he dropped to the floor. He wasn't moving.

Major Pearson spoke again. "Listen folks. This is going to be rough enough. Anyone who disrupts us will be on the floor like this idiot. He'll wake up in about two hours; the headache will last for five hours. It's not fun.

"To repeat the obvious, this is an extraction. Any person with a CAP score of less than 6.5 and who does not want to be selected as a concubine should wait for instructions, and when given, leave the auditorium. Also, any children under fourteen who are not with either their mother or father should leave the auditorium. Any parent who leaves the auditorium should take any of their children under fourteen with them. Any child fourteen or older must decide for themselves whether to stay or leave. Parents with children over fourteen cannot force their children to do what they want-a fourteen-year-old child is an adult.

"For those who are not going to be extracted, you will be directed to the swimming arena. The path to the swimming arena as well as the arena itself is under a force field-no one can enter or leave the arena. Once you leave this auditorium you will not be allowed back. When the extraction is completed, you can leave or return to this auditorium.

"Okay, for you folks on the west side, if you do not wish to be considered for extraction, or are under fourteen without a parent present, stand up and slowly walk down the stairs and follow the solder who is standing by the main exit door. Do not push. We have time to do this so no one else gets hurt."

People started standing up and walking down to the floor. Three people started yelling-urging people to leave the auditorium. They were stunned and joined the other unconscious person on the basketball court.

The major repeated the instructions three more times. When he was through, I guessed that twenty percent of the people had left the basketball arena.

The major spoke again, "There are 2005 volunteers in the auditorium. They have, on average, the right to choose 3.6 concubines or roughly 7000 of you with a CAP score of less than 6.5. There are roughly 26,000 of you with CAP scores lower than 6.5, so a little more than one out of four of you will be chosen."

He turned to look at our section of the auditorium and said, "Will volunteers in this section please come to the floor with your CAP cards. We will verify them, and then you will return to your section and begin selecting. You can only select concubines from your section. However, if you have pre-selected a person sitting elsewhere, that person should raise their hand. When recognized by one of the Marines, they may join you.

"Volunteers, please come to the floor now."

Because of where I was sitting and knowing the cluster that was about to begin, I walked up to the major and quickly said, "Sir, my CAP is 8.3, and I have chosen all of my concubines, and they are with me."

His eyes glazed over-obviously he was talking to his AI. You are the Navy ROTC Captain of Cadets Jim Davidson?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You have your concubines?"

"Yes, Sir."

The major grinned, "Never volunteer, Jim. Here's what I want you to do. I'm declaring you a temporary Lieutenant in the Confederacy. I want you to immediately transport you and your concubines to the Odyssey. Once there, find a spot for your concubines to sit in Collection Area A. Tell them to stay together. You'll then return to the transport room and help with extraction. People coming up will be scared, bruised, and many of them will be naked, and we're understaffed for an extraction this big. Make yourself useful.

"The routine is simple. Get the sponsor and his concubines to the collection area. See if there is immediate medical attention needed. And then tell them to find a spot in the hall and stay there.

"When the hall starts filling up, have the AI assign them a pod. Once in the pod they cannot leave it until we let them, but there's no need to tell them that.

"We'll go pod by pod to find out pickup instructions for the children that are allowed to go with them. Better mention that before they go into the pod so they don't panic.

"Then come back to the transport room and continue. We are stretched on this one. Most of my good men are down here. You are in charge of the forward transport room. Don't fuck it up."

I replied, "Thank you, Sir"

The major yelled over to a soldier, "Gunny, transport Lieutenant Davidson and his concubines up to the Odyssey's forward transport room immediately"

While we had talked the earlier volunteers had been checked out and returned to our seating section. Women in the stands were already furiously stripping.

I looked at Karen and gave the military signal to gather on me. The six of them quickly came to me. I said, "We're going up first."

The gunny activated the transport nexus and a shimmering circle appeared on the floor. He said, "Just walk into the circle."

I turned to Karen. "You go last. Make sure everyone goes."

She nodded.

I turned and walked into the circle. I was in the transport room, and quickly walked forward.

Four soldiers were in the room. I said, "I'm acting Lieutenant Davidson. I'll be helping here. My concubines are right behind me. As soon as they're all here, could one of you show me how to get to Collection area A?"

Karen spoke behind me, "We're here, Jim."

One of the Marines said, "Just follow the yellow line-it will lead you to the collection area.

We quickly found a very large hall with tables and chairs, along with open areas. I told Karen what was going on. She would be in the first group that was assigned a pod. I said, "Karen, this is going to take a real long time. When you get to the pod, have everyone relax."

I returned to the transport room and reintroduced myself to the four Marines. I grinned, "I may be the acting officer, but you are the ones who know this shit. Just do your job."

Minutes later a young man appeared followed by two naked women. You could tell they were, or had been, very pretty with great figures. Cum was coming down the leg of one, while I spotted blood on the leg of the other.

The man snarled at one, "Quit complaining, bitch. I did select you and saved your life."

She whined, "But nobody did my ass before. It really hurt, and I'm still bleeding."

One of the soldiers said, "Call a walking medical for the bleeder. When fixed, have her join the other two in the hall.

He turned to the man and said, "Take the one not bleeding to the collection hall-just follow the yellow line, and sit down together. Don't explore. Once we fix up your bleeder, she'll join you.

Looking at the hurting drone he said, "You, follow the red line and go into the first door that is open. They'll fix you up and give you something for the pain. Then follow the red line back here, and follow the yellow line to the hall. Find your sponsor and stay with him."

He turned his back on the bleeder getting ready for the next transport.

The bleeder just stood there. I touched her arm and said, "There's the red line. Follow it to an open door."

As she walked to the red line I thought that I'd just seen the first volunteer who screwed up, and the first concubines that probably wished they had skipped the show.

They kept coming for hours. The arrivals were paced, and I learned that there were two ships involved with both fore and aft, so there were four transport rooms receiving two thousand volunteers and their concubines.

About twenty-five percent of my cadets came through my transport room. Most arrived happy and in good shape; Hallsley arrived extremely happy with two basketball cheerleaders on his arms-both topless. Some people never get it.

The number of medicals was less than I expected, although one emergency happened when an asthma sufferer went into convulsions. Fortunately, the medical help made it in time, and the victim immediately went to the med chamber to receive a temporary fix. The permanent fix would take place during regular augmentation.

I've never seen so many naked breasts in my life. After the first few hundred, I barely noticed them.

When I last checked the hall in preparation for moving them into pods, I noticed many involved in oral sex, and some just fucking away. If pushed to make a guess, I would say that fifty percent of the volunteers optimized the selection of their concubines, which meant that fifty percent didn't. It seemed a terribly inefficient way to fight the Sa'arm, and colonize the galaxy.

Six hours into the extraction we were done; the NCAA would have a bit of a delay on which team would be in the tournament. I was later told that all of the cheerleaders on both teams were taken as drones, but none of the basketball players on either team were volunteers, or were selected.

Major Pearson finally appeared. "Close transport," he ordered.

He appeared beat up, but happy. He looked at us and said, "No casualties among the troops, no volunteers killed, minor medical problems-not too shabby for a pick up this size. Well done."

He looked at me and smiled, "Good job, Lieutenant. The AI said you performed well, and that volunteers and concubines seemed to follow your lead. That's a big compliment.

"Follow me to the collection area."

When we arrived he immediately told the AI to open communication to all pods that held new arrivals. He started speaking. "Welcome aboard the Odyssey. It's been a long day, and we're not done yet. If you explore your pod you will find adequate food for the time being.

"However, right now we must go through a brief entry orientation. You volunteers will be called by the AI when it is your turn. You and you alone should return to the hall. You're to bring your CAP card along with the CAP cards of your concubines. Next, you need to double check and tell us if you or any in your family needs immediate medical attention-we don't want to lose anyone now. Finally, bring the necessary information for any pickups we need to make. Remember volunteers, whether to take a pickup is your choice alone to make.

"Once you have the information wait for the AI to call you. Once you have the CAP cards and information, your concubines should eat and try to get some sleep. Nothing else will happen tonight and only volunteers will be permitted to exit the pod and even then only once to come to the hall.

"When you come to the hall, go to any empty table that has a soldier sitting there. He and the AI will take your information. When you are done, return to your pod for the night.

"That is all."

He turned to me and said, "You did a good job. Go to your pod and get the CAP cards and information. When ready, tell your AI you want to return to the hall."

I got the pod location from the AI. It was very close to the hall. When I entered the pod I was surrounded with happy people-hugs from all, and a handshake from Gary.

They had listened to the major, and Karen already had all the CAP cards. She confirmed that everyone was healthy, and she had the pick up information for Julie's Beth, and my twins. She also had the legal adoption papers-the AI could confirm the adoption, but she thought bringing the original papers would be smart.

Julie asked, "Will Beth be picked up tonight?"

I answered, "I don't know, but Joyce will know there was an extraction, and she should figure out that you are here."

I told the AI that I was ready and was told to proceed to the hall.

About twenty tables were manned by soldiers. My estimation of the major went up even more-he was manning one of the tables. I went to him.

He greeted me with, "Hi, Lieutenant. Have a seat."

I said, "Major, here are the seven CAP cards, and neither me nor any of my concubines are in need of special medical assistance at this time.

"I have two pickups. The first is a little girl in the university town where the extraction took place. The second are my twins in Barcelona, Spain. I..."

"Lieutenant," the major interrupted, "How in the hell can you have twins in Spain."

I replied with a straight face, "They're adopted. Here are the papers."

He read the papers and then his face went slack-obviously listening to the AI.

Finally he looked back at me and asked, "Do you make it a habit of bending the rules? As a wild guess, could the twins be related to one of your drones?"

I replied, "Sir, I don't think of it as bending the rules, but rather knowing the rules and making the correct decision for the maximum benefit."

He grunted, "We'll make the pickup in Spain tomorrow. There's no hurry.

"What about the other pickup; is there a time problem?"

"A minor one, major. The kid is at the home of the head of a day-care center, and we were supposed to pick her up tonight. I'm sure she's figured out that the parent was extracted, but she doesn't know that for sure."

The major thought for a second and said, "We are surplus men right now. Most of the pickups will start tomorrow. I'll send a team right away."

I knew this could really screw the pooch, but I wanted to try.

I asked, "Major, our research in ROTC came up with the fact that volunteers are usually allowed one more than strictly called for in their CAP score. I think you call that a supernumerary. Is that true?"

He replied, "Why do you want to know?"

I gave a sheepish grin and said, "I thought out my concubine selection fairly well, and assumed that at least one of my crowd would have strong maternal instincts. But I now find myself with three kids-two of them almost teenagers-and all of my concubines are around my age. I need a mom. The head of the day-care center is older and has two young kids that she adopted; she's a perfect mom."

The major stared at me. Finally he asked, "Are you bending the rules again?"

"Sir," I replied, "It depends what the rules are."

His face went slack once more. Moments later he said, "Your information is correct. You are allowed one extra in your family, but only one. Any more would produce dire results."

He stared at me and then laughed, "You got balls, Lieutenant. I like that. I hope you serve under me-I need officers like you.

"Gunny Fogarty will be here shortly. You'll go with him for the kid's pickup, and, if you wish, you can try to get your 'super- mom.' Good luck."

Fogarty showed up and the major briefed him. We went to the transport room and I found myself at a CAP testing station two blocks from Joyce's house. The house was dark.

We went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. A light went on inside the house, and then the door opened. Joyce was wearing a light robe.

"Hi, Joyce."

She asked, "Julie was picked up?"

I grinned and said, "Yes, she is with me, and we're here to pick up Beth."

Joyce said, "I'm so happy for her and Beth. She's going to escape this terrible tragedy. I'll get her."

As she turned to get Beth, I said, "Wait Joyce. I want to talk to you first."

She looked at me puzzled as I took her over to the couch and we sat down.

I said, "Joyce, my CAP score is 8.3. I have six concubines and Beth, plus twins who are twelve years old. I'm allowed one more concubine-don't ask how that happened. Every member of my family is between nineteen and twenty-two. Kids are going to be popping out all over, and I need a mom-a 'super-mom' that can help my concubines raise their kids right. I want you.

"And by 'you' I mean someone to help raise the children, but also someone who will have kids-my kids.

"You have to decide right now. You can bring your children with you, but there is no time. Will you become part of my family?"

She stared at me; her brain was going through an overload of information.

She stammered, "But I'm so much older than you, and my body is horrible, and..."

I interrupted, "Joyce, your body will become what we want it to be. I want you older than the rest of us-we don't know how to bring up the kids. And how do I handle two twelve year olds whose hormones are going to be screaming? I need you.

"Your kids will live. If they stay here, they will die."

The last thing I said won her over. She said, "Yes, I'll go with you. When do we do this?"

"Right now," I replied.

She stammered, "But the day-care center, my house, my kids."

"Joyce," I said, "Call your assistant at the center and tell her she is now the boss. Call any one you like and tell them anything in your house, including the house is theirs, and then go upstairs and get Beth and your two kids-don't pack anything."

Five minutes later she came down with the three kids-Julie's Beth, a three year old black boy named John, and a two year old Asian girl named Lilly. We transported back to the ship. The AI informed me that we acquired a second pod because of the size of my family. I told Joyce to get the kids to bed, and we would talk in the morning.

I wandered around the pod until I found Karen. I stripped and slipped into bed spooning her naked body. Within seconds I was asleep-what a day.

I woke up alone in the bed. I walked into the kitchen area to find everyone there. Karen came up to me and said, "We all met Joyce and her kids. The AI said the twins will be here shortly, and you're still the only one that is allowed out of our pod...or two pods now that we are a bigger family.

"The AI told us that these will be the pods we will live in, and that we can configure them to suit our needs once we reach our new home. For now we have to make do with what we have. What do you want?"

I grinned, "Right now I want someone to figure out the bedroom assignments. We have eight older people and five kids including two almost teenagers. I refuse to get involved in something that complex. Gary and I will agree to anything the rest of you agree to-work it out, Karen."

Later that day Karen presented the plan. There were three bedrooms to a pod. I would have one and would share it with Karen. Gary would have another and share it with Connie's brother Peter. Julie and her daughter Beth would have the third. Joyce and her two kids would have the fourth. Jane and Peggy would share the fifth, and Connie and her sister Jackie would have the sixth.

Karen had also turned an office room into a seventh bedroom.

I asked, "What for."

She blushed, "Well if Gary wants to have sex with one of the others, Peter would need a place to sleep. And the same if you wanted privacy with one of the others, I would need a place that night."

I teased, "You mean you won't stay around to watch, or even participate in the fun?"

Now she was really red and stammered, "Well not the first time you bed each of your concubines."

Then she stared at me and continued, "After the first time, well, we'll see."

Later the next day Gunny Fogarty brought the twins to our pod. It was very emotional as Connie and the twins were crying and hugging. They both looked like good kids. Their English was a little rough, but time would take care of that. Connie was overjoyed that the twins were finally here.

Five days went by as additional extractions took place. Similar to our extraction, I helped in the forward receiving transport room. I was somewhat depressed-how could so many intelligent volunteers make so many absolutely stupid selections?

On the other hand, my concubines were my joy. Karen had done wonders; everyone was now wearing shifts, the pods were organized, cleaning and cooking assignments were spelled out, and Joyce had fun with the kids, and kept them occupied.

It was pretty obvious that Joyce, Peggy, and Julie would be focused on the kids-both their behavior and their education. Connie and Jane were close, and I expected that closeness included the bedroom.

Everyone in the family seemed happy. No matter how depressed I was from helping with the extractions, when I entered the pod my depression disappeared.

The twins were a delight. Within a day Jackie was hugging me and calling me 'Dad,' which drove Karen into fits of laughing. Peter kept volunteering to help me-a little hero worship maybe.

Finally, we were full and started our journey to the Solarian system on our way to Solaris Three, which was called Solo. The two ships were to be the beginning of the third township on Solo where military training would take place to prepare for the Sa'arm attack. Since ROTC only had summer training camps, my real military training would begin at Solo at what was called Officer's Basic Course.

The journey to Solo would take four weeks. During that time augmentation would take place. It was almost automatic that I would have the full military package-two plus meters, perfect eyesight, hearing, etc. And a full size cock to complete the package.

Karen brought me down to Earth. "Jim, she said, "You have to decide what we look like. You're the boss."

I asked, "What should I do."

Karen grinned, "Okay, let's start with me. Do you want double D tits, a potty mouth, and a tight vagina."

I stammered, "Shit no, I just want you. And I hate big tits-B to C-and I lean towards B."

Karen was laughing at me. She giggled, "You have to talk to each of your concubines and reach a compromise-what you like versus what they want."

"Okay, all knowing one, what do you want?"

Karen quickly said, "I want the normal fixes for eyes, ears, teeth, and whatever. What I really want is to be four inches shorter than you and at least two inches taller than any female in your family. I want long, slim legs, B boobs, and a vagina that's tight no matter how many times you come into me. I want you to tweak my libido so that I go wild when you're making love to me. And I want to feel no embarrassment if I make love to another female. Oh, and except for my head, I don't want hair anywhere on my body."

I was stunned. I stammered, "You really thought that out."

She impishly grinned back, "That's what you taught me."

I smiled and said, "Since you did think it out, I want you to talk to each female and tell them what I like and what you are going to do for yourself. Then I will talk to each of them. And I'll talk to Gary."

The next night I talked to Peggy. I started, "We're about to start augmentation. What do you want?"

She immediately said, "I want tits-as big as you'll let me. I want clear skin with no pock marks. I don't care about my hair or anything else, other than no hair except on my head. I want whatever it takes to want you to fuck me when it's my turn. I just want to be loved."

Connie was next. I was frustrated. She said, "You chose me, and then got the twins out. Whatever you want, I don't care. Make me into your dream, but it doesn't matter. I love you and want your children."

I met with Karen and explained the situation. I ordered, "Talk to her again and force her to make some decisions. I can't handle this."

Julie was easy. "Make me tall, B boobs, a nice butt, and that's it. Oh, I want to make babies with you."

Gary was easy too. "Make me the same size as Karen. I want a big cock that will fit in any of the females, and no hair anywhere. Call me, Mr. Clean."

I met with Joyce. I started first, "I want you physically older than the rest of us-maybe twenty-five or so. I want you to tell me what your body should look like, but your boobs can't be bigger than a C and don't worry if B is your choice. I'm going to make you pregnant, so I want you to enjoy sex.

"Okay, it's your turn."

She grinned at me. "B tits, two inches shorter than Karen, blue eyes and the blondest hair that augmentation will make."

Jane was next. She giggled and said, "Basic package, two inches shorter than Karen, the biggest boobs that you'll let me have, and an ass that will get your attention. Oh, and no hair except heart-shaped pussy hair above my vagina.

Connie was last. She had been talking to Karen. We talked and finally she said, "I'm embarrassed, but I want B breasts, three inches shorter than Karen, and slim. You saved my twins. Whatever you want, I will do it willingly."

She started crying.

I picked her up and carried her to my pod. Karen met us and she knew what was going on. We undressed Connie and ourselves and got into the bed. We hugged each other and went to sleep-the sex would come later.

Augmentation started the next day. In addition to what each of them wanted, I tweaked their libido to the high end. I wanted Gary and me to be kept busy. I also instructed the augmentation parameters to suppress any sexual desires of each until all of us had our new bodies, and also birth control until we reached out new home.

All of us except Joyce went into the augmentation chambers on the same day. Most were in there two days, I was there for three. We all had the universal translator implanted, while I also had a sub-vocal implant so that I could talk and hear the AI without others hearing.

As soon as my concubines came out, Joyce went in for her augmentation.

It was a bitch. Even with the pain pills, I was really hurting for the next two weeks. There was no need to suppress sexual desire during that time-sex was the last thing I wanted as my body tried to calm all the nanites charging through my body.

Two weeks of pain later all of us were through with the procedure, and the after-effects of augmentation.

Everyone looked fantastic. Picture perfect bodies-I was hard as a rock.

I told Karen, "Call a meeting tonight after all the kids are asleep. I'm going to ask you to do something that will embarrass you...please do it."

She nodded that she understood.

When everyone was in the same room, I said, "We all have our new bodies; we are family. Karen, take off your shift and get naked."

I loved her for it. She stood up and pulled her shift over her head and stood naked before us.

After a minute of silence, I said, "Okay, the rest of you strip."

When they did, I stood up and removed my uniform I was erect, as was Gary.

After we all checked each other out and complimented everyone how well they turned out-including Gary's big cock-I said, "Ladies, meet with Karen tomorrow and set up a schedule for the first week. I want sex with each of you first. Whoever is in my bed tomorrow night should be in Gary's bed the next night.

"After we complete the first cycle, it will be random. I'll take who I want, and hopefully we'll all keep each other happy.

"During the first week, I want us naked in the pod. We have to get used to the fact that we'll have little privacy among us. Connie, talk to the twins and tell them what's going on. It's their choice whether to wear their shifts or go naked with us. In either case, the kids can only be naked in the pods. Outside the pods, they must wear their shifts.

"We don't have a lot of privacy here, so this is the rule. If the door is closed while two people are having sex, leave them alone. If the door is open, it's an invitation to join in.

"If one of the twins walks in when the door's open, they can watch, but absolutely can't join in-even if it's only oral. The Darjee are very specific on that subject, so don't get me in trouble.

"I'm looking forward to making love with each of you."

I slept with all of them over the next six days. Jane was by far the wildest-we fucked in every position I knew of, and then started over again. Her screaming was heard throughout both pods. When I thought we were finally through for the night she got on her knees with her head resting on the bed and her ass sticking up. She said, "Please fuck my ass, Jim."

It was a first for me, but with the help of the lubricant and constant urging by Jane, I finally was completely in her ass and pumping her. She started playing with herself as I moved faster and faster, and when I spurted into her she also came violently.

After I cleaned up I joined Jane again on the bed. She giggled and said, "I hope you liked fucking my ass because once I tell Karen how great a butt fucker you are, I bet she's going to want to do it too."

The next morning Karen teased me about how tired I looked.

Joyce was the shyest, but after thirty minutes of intense foreplay, we got into it and she had a fantastic orgasm. The rest were between those extremes, but it was obvious after tweaking up their sexual urgings, all of them were ready for sex whenever Gary or I were available.

The second time I took Jane to bed, Karen stayed. They teased me by going down on each other before they would let me get close to them. When we were through, each of us was exhausted but sated.

Gary and Connie left the door open one day and to their surprise and embarrassment, the twins walked in naked.

After the shock wore off, Gary got hard again and continued with Connie. Joyce had already talked to the twins, and they knew they couldn't join in. Both of them watched in fascination as they saw their older sister come violently-perhaps even more than normal because of the presence of the twins.

Connie told me later that both twins got aroused watching and ended up masturbating in front of her and Gary.

It was a sexual revolution that the Sa'arm had caused. I couldn't change it, so I didn't fight it.

A few days later Karen asked to talk to me.

When we were along I said, "What's up?"

"Clothes," she answered.

"Clothes?" I asked surprised.

Karen grimaced and replied, "Jim, these shifts are horrible. We don't need to wear them to remind us that we belong to you. The women in your family want to look beautiful for you, and these shifts do the opposite."

I almost laughed, but fortunately caught myself when I realized that Karen was very serious about the subject.

"Do you have a suggestion?" I asked.

She grinned in relief and replied, "I have an idea and, if you allow me to have the replicator make a sample, I'll model it for you tomorrow."

I said aloud, "AI, Karen can use the replicator to make clothes."

"Noted."

I looked back at Karen and grinned as I said, "Whatever you make up, I want to see plenty of leg-that's why I like the shifts so much-they show legs up to your butt."

She grinned back, "You'll see legs."

The next day I waited in my office for Karen. She came in and stood in front of me.
She was wearing shorts that barely made it one-third down her thigh. She explained the shorts had a built in satin-type panty, so when you pulled down the shorts, there was nothing but skin.

She was wearing a v-necked T-shirt that, while not skin tight, did nothing to hide her figure. She wasn't wearing a bra, but said the females with bigger breasts, and those pregnant would probably want to wear one. The shoes were more like form fitting, light slippers that didn't require socks.

She turned around to show me the back, and the shorts emphasized her nicely-shaped ass.

I was hard even before she turned around.

She turned around and looked at me expectantly. "Well?" she asked.

I tried to look serious, but couldn't as I grinned and said, "I love it. Do the others like it, too?"

Karen excitedly said, "They really like it. Gary's shirt wouldn't be a v-neck, but all the females would be-enough to show you a lot of skin. You could choose what colors we would wear, or, if you're smart, you'll let each of your slaves choose their own colors."

Clothes seemed like a small thing to me, since I was in uniform most of the time, but this was obviously a big thing for my family.

I had a thought and asked, "Are these clothes just for our pod, or do you want to wear them outside, too?"

Karen was ready for the question and answered, "We want to look beautiful for you both inside and outside the pod."

She waited for my answer. I glanced at the ceiling and said aloud, "AI, all my concubines are permitted to wear these clothes both inside and outside the pod. They are permitted to use the replicator to make these clothes in colors of their choice."

The AI replied, "Noted."

Karen then demonstrated for me how quickly she could go from clothed to naked and proceeded to show me her appreciation.

Two days later I decided we would eat dinner in the mess hall. My concubines were all wearing their new clothes-each in a different color. Of course the twins were dressed the same way, Joyce's John and Lilly were likewise wearing their new clothes, and even Julie's Beth was strutting in her new outfit.

It caused quite a stir that night. Over the next week more than half of the families had adopted the new uniform. Over that same week each of my concubines took me to bed to show their appreciation.

I had made the right decision, but I knew the credit went to Karen. My family was happy and so was I.