The Education Department

by Mulligan © 2007

A story in the Swarm Cycle Universe

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This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you're not into graphic depictions of sex and/or sexual situations, this is the wrong story for you! If you're too young to be legally reading this, go elsewhere!

My thanks to The Thinker and The Duke for advice and guidance and editing - any errors are my own.

Content: MF Mf ScFi

"School Sucks!"

She yelled it at her mother and followed through with "And Dan won't make me go, either! He said so!"

With that the 11 year-old turned toward me and stuck out her tongue and then stormed off down the pod tunnel toward her 'family' home.

"Mac, she really knows better," apologized her mother. "What Dan told her was that she 'wouldn't have to go to school the way she used to, on Earth'. I guess she just didn't realize that his emphasis was on the last part of his statement - and she probably stopped listening at the end of first part of what he said. She'll be at your first meeting next week."

Actually, that wasn't the first vocally negative response I'd been the recipient of since the Civil Service office had announced that school would be starting soon in the newly opened Civil Service pod corridor of our township and that I'd be the headmaster of a K-12 equivalent school system for the same township. Not that I wanted the job! I had thought I'd put all this behind me. I had intended to be an explorer!

"It's OK, Delores. I've heard it from a lot of kids. School has all too often been something they didn't enjoy after they left kindergarten. We're hoping that our new system will be somewhat more enjoyable or, at least, more bearable. Families have been pushing for this so it's going to happen whether the kids like it or not! Sponsors have started demanding it. But it's still going to be school."

"OK, but good luck!" she said as she turned to follow her daughter down the tunnel.

Since our collection and transportation to Demeter, our new colony planet, most people and definitely all the kids had been too busy to even miss school. But for about the last six months some of the concubine parents had been pushing the colony leadership to put something like school in place. Settling in had apparently been completed in our township, and parents (moms mostly, but often the sponsor, male or female, was the spokesperson for a 'family' grouping) had started to notice that while they were busy learning about their new world and life, their kids were no longer receiving any kind of structured education. The colony's busy civil leader (Governor Flowers) had passed the issue off to the Civil Service - a favorite place to dispose of hot issues the government doesn't yet know how to handle yet.

Tribune ap Rhys had tabled the request for about a month, but after the military told the parents that we (the Civil Service, that is) were going to be responsible for education we started getting all the flack about setting up schools. He apparently looked at the records of his subordinates and decided that I'd be his 'Ed. person'. Not that he had many people to check through. So he stuck me with the job based on my 'prior experience'! So much for starting over in my new life!

I guess I'd better identify myself. I'm John McIntyre (Mac to my friends); a 62 year-old retired schoolteacher. At least I was before being collected, at the Home Depot for gosh sakes! It's a silly story but you need to know at least part of it to understand what happened.

I'd stopped by my old school a few times after retiring to settle some retirement stuff with the business office and always dropped into the faculty room to visit with my former colleagues. I'd stopped in and had lunch with them one Friday (pizza day) and the conversation at our table moved around to Kristi's need for some 'male' help. Kristi was in her second year of teaching at our high school and didn't have any relatives nearby when she needed some help and guidance in homebuilding. This time she needed help with painting a couple of the rooms in her new - to her - (the previous month) apartment.

At least 5 people at the table immediately pointed at me and said that I'd better help her out. They explained to her that my summer work for years had been painting for other people, and reminded me that since I was retired I had plenty of time to 'help Kristi out'. I wasn't going to fight the idea too hard, for reasons of my own. The upshot of it was that I showed up at her place at 9 the next morning with a tape measure and pad in hand. After figuring out how big the two rooms were and getting some idea of what kind of paint she wanted we headed out to the local Home Depot to pick out the colors and get the material. It was the last place in the world I ever expected to see marines collecting volunteers.

I've always been a Science Fiction fan and had taken the CAP test more out of my SciFi interest than a real expectation of being extracted. I was just 60 at the time they became required and was far more interested in taking an expected early retirement than expecting to be part of the exodus from Earth. The threatened Sa'arm invasion of earth probably wouldn't happen until after I was too old to fight, or maybe dead. My score of 7.3 had surprised me but I really had no intention of doing any fighting. I'd done enough of that back in Vietnam and had no interest in reliving that unsatisfactory part of my life. I guess I'd gotten that idea over to the AI doing the testing because my card had me labeled as a non-combatant. I really didn't think I'd ever get to go, but I kind of figured that if I had to be collected I'd get myself rebuilt and join the Fleet Auxiliary we were starting to hear about. I'd help to do some galactic exploring, I thought. To 'Go where no man had gone before' sounded interesting to this ex-history teacher.

It didn't work out that way, and it's probably Kristi's fault. I suppose I love her all the more because it's her fault!

"My God, it's an extraction," she said brilliantly when the officer in charge told everyone in the store to gather at the cash registers. She threw the paint color samples down on the floor and took off toward the front of the store. I wasn't impressed by her response. As I watched her go I also watched as her sweatshirt and bra hit the floor, left behind like the clothing of so many other people. For an old fart like me the landscape was suddenly very interesting there were bare boobs everywhere! There were probably 60 people in the store for some sale they had going and it must have been something interesting to women because about 45 of the people there were women. Quite an unusual customer makeup for a home materials box store. And most of them were topless right now - Very Interesting!

As I moved more slowly toward the cash registers I picked up her hastily discarded purse. I saw her again among the younger women in the group. She was skinning out of her jeans after toeing off her tennis shoes. I'd kind of lusted after her last year when she came on board but I doubt that anyone knew. After all, what could a 60 year-old expect with a 22 year-old? I had enjoyed her company a lot. She was a pretty girl, dirty blond, vivacious, and energetic. She had a very nice 5 foot 3 figure with generous curves in all the right places. And she was smart.

That's why I was surprised to find her stripping like the greater majority of the women and girls there. As I walked up to her group she did a pirouette wearing nothing but a little thong, and grinned up at me.

"Well Mac - am I as good as you thought I'd be?"

"Kris what are you doing here? What was your CAP?"

"A lousy 6.4! And they won't let me retake the interview for at least another year. So I'm going to try to peddle this body you've been sneaking peeks at for the last year. If I can get a sponsor to be as interested in me as you've been I can get a ride out of here right now!"

And here I hadn't thought anyone else knew that I'd been watching her. Probably nobody else did know, except for the object of my attention. Right there her grin at me and the realization that she'd kept my attention a secret changed several of my intentions.

"OK young lady, here's your purse - you need it unless you're hiding your CAP card someplace in your birthday suit. And I don't think that would be comfortable."

"God, that would have screwed this up royally, wouldn't it? Thanks, I hope to need this card this morning," she said as she skinned out of the thong and stuffed it into her purse, in the process revealing that the carpet matched the drapes in the form of a cute little dirty blond mohawk trim.

Stepping back to complete the new view I responded, "Oh, I can guarantee that you need it so start digging. And as soon as you find it give it to me and then start helping me find two other women and a man. We need three more!"

The look on her face was priceless.

"Mac! What is your score - wait - if you want four then you must be some kind of a seven, right? And you're going to take me? Why?"

"You just pointed out that I've liked the view for the past year so I'd be stupid to go and leave it behind, wouldn't I? Provided you're going to be as agreeable as you've been since you joined our school. Look, I know you girl! I know your abilities, at least the kind that I'm interested in - and the packaging has, of course, been of interest to me for a while. You're a very smart and sexy person. If you agree let's get going so we can get on the ship and I can turn my clock back about 40 years!"

She grabbed me in a big hug and I lifted and spun her in a big circle. I thought that it felt really good to hold a naked woman for the first time in about 5 years. You know, I had slowed down in that area the last few years!

About this time a marine came by to verify who I was (the AI had identified me, but I had to provide the CAP card anyway). He checked me in with his officer, noted that I was doing some collecting and handed me the enhanced card reader they gave to all the sponsors. I hadn't been paying attention to the lead marine's announcements but there were apparently 7 others who were going to be choosing concubines too.

I immediately shoved Kristi's card under it. She had only 'just' missed a score of 6.5. And to my excitement, she showed high scores in both sex drive and organizational abilities. The latter was the reason she was a good teacher. The former was the reason I was interested in her. At this point choosing another 'motherly' woman would cover her only modest maternal instinct. Oh, she liked kids of course, but as people she could help by teaching them. It was all there in her psych profile section. A truly motherly person could easily surpass her sense of 'motherliness'. And I suddenly realized that I knew exactly who, of all the persons here, I wanted in that role. One of the cashiers was a young lady I knew rather well: Nicki was a former student, now about 28, who was a widow raising a young child by herself. I knew that she was working two jobs to make ends meet, but I also knew she was very much the 'motherly' type.

When I got to her she was topless (hubba! hubba! - she had a nice rack!) and heading into the scrum. She was speechless as I stopped her and asked for her card. By the time I had slid the reader over it Kristi had caught up with me, still buck naked except for her purse. As she read around my arm she looked up at me and said "Momma?"

At my nod Kristi told Nicki to stop stripping and to start looking for a responsible man to add to our group. Nicki nodded yes and immediately started looking around for someone. In the mean time Kristi began pulling me toward a couple of girls who were trying to get in front of their mothers to be seen separately. I immediately recognized one as a girl who had graduated from our school a year ago. She's kind of hard to miss in our somewhat lily-white neighborhood as she had the dark skin of a native of India. Kristina had been adopted as a 2 year-old and was now as Midwestern an American as you could find in both her speech and thought processes. But she definitely didn't fit in by appearance. She stood a dark-skinned 5' 7", was very slender yet curvy, had long black hair that she generally wore tied back and was very attractive. But once again and most important, I knew she was smart.

As Kristi pulled her forward she grabbed Kristina's CAP card and handed it to me. Kristina then completed the process of shedding her top and her bra, all the time talking to me. "Mr. Mac, if you're taking volunteers to go with you I'd love to go! Can you take Marilyn (apparently this was her friend) too? How about our moms? Yada yada yada..."

About that time I tuned her out and was checking her card under the reader. She had scored high in sexual interest, in domestic interests and in intellect. What had held her back were a sense of insecurity (adopted into a different culture, remember) and an apparent desire to be subordinate. She was also, at the time of testing, still a virgin. She sounded great as a concubine choice to me and when I looked at Kristi she was nodding her head yes at me.

I turned back to Kristina (Yes, I knew there would be name confusion in our future,) and told her "Only one spot open now and you can have it if you want. Kristi here will be the boss of you guys for the time being. Interested?"

She immediately nodded her head yes and turned to hug Marilyn and both their moms before scurrying back to Kristi and me,

OK, by now I'd had three nice female chests (two light, one dark) paraded in front of me and at 61 I still couldn't quite believe that they were going to be my new 'family'. And while I was going to plant babies in each and every one of the three, I also wanted another male to mix up the genes in the group and to be the male role model when I was off exploring. I didn't know then that whole 'families' were being used as crews on those exploration ships.

We headed back toward Nicki who had apparently taken my order to find a man to heart quite quickly. When we found her she was leading a 'young' fellow in our direction. When we assembled she identified him as Bill, a single father who worked with her. He appeared to be in his early 30s and Nicki told us that he was doing a great job of raising a daughter after his wife ran away and divorced him.

I asked for his card and as I checked it Kristi began asking him questions. The principal one of interest to me was where his kid's mother was. As he was explaining that she had left him for a man who made about 5 times as much money as he did at Home Depot his card was telling me that he scored high as a father figure. He was a 31-year-old male nurturer - a match for Nicki's score as a female nurturer. They were a good pair from all that I could see and Kristi and Kristina were both nodding that they thought he would be a good choice. He scored high in his interest in sex and I decided I'd better do some specific questioning with my three 'ladies'.

"You all realize that he and I are going to father children on you, right? Your purposes according to the Confederacy are to be baby machines and then to raise those babies. Are you each ready for that? Now's the time to back out if you want to!"

"Kristi!"

"Yes Mac, I know all that and I'm fully prepared to sleep with both of you and be 'barefoot and pregnant' for the next 10 or 15 years. As long as Bill and Nicki are ready to do most of the 'child work'. I'd love to have your children!"

"And you are going to be our head concubine until I change things? You're willing to take the responsibility when I go off to do whatever they assign me to do?"

"I'm ready, but I need to know that the other three are OK with that, after all, I'm younger than those two," indicating Nicki and Bill.

"OK, good! We'll check that as we go." I said and then turned to Kristina. "K (her nickname when in school) - are you ready for all of this? You get off earth but you'll be a second level woman under Kristi, and a baby machine too. Are you ready to make babies with me? Or with the me I'll be after they rebuild me about 40 years younger? And with Bill when I'm not around?"

"I think so, Mr. Mac. I mean, I've never had sex so I don't know what to say except that I'm willing. I know you and that's great - I don't know Bill so I hope we'd like each other if we're going to make babies together. Miss Kristi was great in school last year - she was my volleyball coach, ya know? If she's still the boss like you say, that's cool. I don't know this other lady so I can't say anything about her. Everybody tells me to take the chance if somebody grabs me at an extrication and this seems to be a lot better than going with some people who I don't know. I'm ready! And thanks for offering me the chance!"

"OK then, Nicki, it's your turn. Are you OK with all of this?"

"As long as you let me take Evan with me! And Bill's little girl Ashli too! We've done some things together like the store picnic and the Christmas party. The kids know and like each other, and Bill and I have kind of hit it off too."

"Nicki, the kids coming along is a given. And you'll be the 'main mother' to all of them, and to the rest of us too. I know you can do that and will do it naturally. But you know you're going to have to share Bill with the rest of the girls and you're going to have to make babies with me, too?! And mother them as well? Can you share that way?"

"Oh, yes! I can see that we're going to be a really neat family! If you still want me, I'm ready to go!"

"We want you too! Bill, that just leaves you. I know all three of these women but you're here on Nicki's recommendation. Is all of this OK with you? You get a chance with all three of them but we - you and I - have to work together on the man's side of this whole business. Can you do that?"

"I'm willing to work with you and the girls, Mac. Nicki says you're a pretty good guy. As long as Ashli can come I'm in. And thank you for taking us with you!"

All the girls chimed in again with their 'thank you's' and that seemed to set us up. I was satisfied except for one thing. "Ladies, I know you said you're ready for me and Bill, but you should consider that you're going to have to learn to make love to ladies too. A little girl-on-girl will be necessary from time to time. If that turns you absolutely off then turn around now."

The women looked at each other, at Bill and then back at me. All of them nodded yes to my suggestion.

"Right then, let's go over to the marines and let them take us out of here!"

As it was I hadn't been paying much attention to anybody else in the store. I guess that means that nothing had gone too far off the tracks as I've heard sometimes happens. There didn't seem to have been any fights, nobody got stunned, and only 3 of the eight volunteers being picked up were still trying to choose concubines. Two of them were women and I felt sorry for them. Here they were in what is usually a male stronghold on a day when the women outnumbered the men by quite a few. The number of men just wasn't that big to start out with and then if you remove the male volunteers and any men joining their families the pickings were getting slim.

Anyway, we moved together to the marine who seemed to be in charge and I told him we were ready to go. He took my card and checked that everything was OK and then waved us to the transporter. Again, the SciFi fan in me thought the idea of actually using a molecular transporter was just about as neat as sliced bread. Of the rest of my new family only Kristi seemed to pick up on my excitement and when I arrived in the ship right after she did she greeted me with a great big hug and the observation, "Fun, huh? I'll bet you liked that little ride."

I just grinned back at her as together we chivied our group through the hatch and into the assembly room beyond. There a couple of marines were talking to the leaders of the groups that had formed around the room. Each was a new 'family' like ours and the orders were common sense - collect everybody's CAP card, identify any children who needed to be picked up (Evan and Ashli for us), determine any immediate medical needs that needed to be dealt with.

It was interesting to look around the deck and see all the other groups getting organized. Like ours most of them were made up of several naked or near-naked women and men wearing regular clothes. There was only one naked guy on the deck. I personally enjoyed the questioning looks of some of the others who were obviously wondering what an old guy like me was doing with three much younger women. By now Kristina had joined Kristi in the naked department and Nicki was still going topless. So here I was at 61: I had a fully clothed 31 year old male, an 18 year old naked female, a naked 23 year old female and a topless 28 year old female. I figured I'd better set myself up to be rebuilt pretty much into the middle of my women's age bracket.

And, after we got our pod, and had collected the kids and got ourselves settled down, that's what I did. Oh, it didn't happen immediately. The medical 'tanks' were busy with regular med scans and with the correction of minor difficulties with the concubines and volunteers. Something like a complete rebuild was put off until after the 'routine' stuff took place. The five of us (plus two kids) took the time to start to blend into our new 'family'. That involved taking one-on-one time with the kids for each of us. They had to get adapted to the fact that they now had two 'daddies' and three 'mommies'. They were both really neat kids. I was glad to have them with us. That was an attitude that developed among all of us adults. They were our kids!

The five of us adults also had the time to get acquainted in an 'adult' manner. I did make one very selfish decision. I wanted to be Kristina's first and so she was put out of the loop for fucking. I took the time to explain this to all the others. She didn't have any choice in the matter but smiled as she said that she'd wait for the 'new and improved' me. She did take instruction in cocksucking though! In the week before they were ready to rebuild me she'd had the opportunity to practice that activity a few times each day. Often she had the guidance of Nicki, who was our best cocksucker. And she learned very well - Bill and I agreed that she had a very talented mouth.

Even Kristi took guidance from Nicki as she serviced both Bill and me. Kristi was the only one I took on for real, with the help of the Darjee equivalent of a Viagra. I had simply wanted her for too long to wait. She was the only one of the three women I fucked before being rebuilt. And it was worth the extra effort. That woman was a very eager partner. She was as energetic and creative as a bed partner as I had hoped for from knowing her 'before'. We discussed the absence of her virginity but in good humor only. In our pillow talk I made sure she was all right with the idea of being my number one concubine. She had a good grasp on the idea and was ready to deal with the idea that Kristina was off limits until my reconstruction. K was in bed with us at the time as I had sent Nicki to cement her relationship with Bill in their own bed. She was in complete agreement. I told them that they should take the time to try each other out sexually, too.

Actually in the long run that's the principal balance that developed. Nicki was Bill's main squeeze and the two Ks were mine. We have traded over the year since then, but for comfort's sake it's worked out that way. We do know that I'm the father of all the girl's first children born on Demeter simply because the nannies had fixed Bill to only shoot blanks until after the first of the next generation was born. And the women had all learned to 'munch carpet' with each other. But they all confessed that they liked man-on-woman sex the best. (OK, we did use other positions as well! J)

Finally it was the turn of the volunteers for reconstruction treatment. It took several days for them to rebuild me - Kristi says I was gone for three. I had made it clear that during that time she was in charge, not Bill. There's only one cock-of-the-walk in this henhouse and he is me. Bill was definitely going to take orders from Kristi or he was going somewhere else, quite possibly into a matter converter. Later I was told by each of the others that she had done a 'great job' and that they had no reservations about her being in charge any time that I was gone. And I should add that Bill has never challenged either Kristi or me about anything of importance.

While I was in the tank the rest of them continued to take in the information and training sessions that the Marines required of all the groups. They learned how to work the food synthesizer, how the pod worked and some of the possibilities built into its systems. They learned what life was going to be like on our new planet, Demeter. They were shown just where Demeter was located relative to the Sa'arm that were coming (the opposite side of the galaxy from their entry point). And they learned about the rights of the volunteer and the absolute absence of rights for the concubines. I guess they spent quite a bit of their free time during that period discussing just that new balance in their lives. Most of the same material I learned through direct induction while I was 'asleep'.

As for me, I just seemed to sleep through those three days. I remember getting on to the slide that took me into the 'tank', but after getting on it I don't remember anything until the marine medic helped me get up after my nap. I hurt! There's no other way to describe the feeling. I had chosen the standard marine body morphology so I ended up just over 6 foot 6 inches with an apparent age of 25. I said apparent age because none of my 61 years of memory and experience had disappeared. I was actually that old but just had a much younger shell to wear. And it was a good body! I was now 7 inches taller than I had been while weighing only a few pounds more (yes, I had been kind of pear shaped). But that much change didn't come without pain. Even with the pain reducing nannites working for all they were worth, IT HURT!

Since I came back to consciousness in the same naked state that I had left I could also see that all the parts were appropriately sized. Oh God, I was going to enjoy this second time around! Kristi was the first to experience the new me, and she assured me that all the changes were excellent. When Kristina's turn came I was almost afraid to use my new tool on her virgin body. But I did, and it did fit without too much pain on her part and since then I have to say that we've both very much enjoyed the effects of the change. K has become an excellent lover, second only to Kristi. And Nicki is third only because in our arrangement she was first for Bill. For our little 'family' the system we developed worked very well.

Actually, it was on the issue of rebuilding bodies that I had my first disagreement with the marine crew that was shepherding us to Demeter. It seems that the Governor of the planet, an Alex Flowers, had recommended that all the concubines also get resized to marine-standard size. That's because he wanted them to train and serve as a Militia to protect the planet when the marines were off-planet. After a number of discussion meetings with the other volunteers most of us had decided that we didn't want everybody to look like clones so we all went our own ways in rebuilding our concubines. My family and I decided what each would have changed. Actually we did end up being somewhat 'clonish', but in our own individual ways.

Bill saw some wisdom in being sized to fight if necessary but chose to be 2 inches shorter than me. I think it had to do with his place in our pecking order. He also had 6 years taken off his age, making him the same apparent age as me.

The three girls agreed that they would all like to end up the same height as Kristina. She decided that she'd like boobs one size bigger - going from a B to a C and in the process matching herself to her fellow 'wives'. Nicki asked to have about four years taken off her age and now looks just a bit younger than Kristi.

All of them had the usual repairs to teeth and eyes. Everybody but me kept their own hair. Oh, yes - I was particularly pleased by the fact that I now had a full head of hair again. And this time it wasn't going to fall out!

Appendixes were removed as a preventative measure as were tonsils (the kids had these last two processes also, just to be safe). In general we considered what was done to each of us to be an improvement.

One personal comment: without telling them I told the AI to cause the permanent removal of all hair below the girl's necks and also to increase the sensitivity of all the girl's nipples. OK, so I'm still a dirty old man. But I do know what I like!

One concubine comment: When Kristina went into the 'tank' she had a congenital abnormality. She had six toes on her right foot. At our school it had apparently been a source of occasional humorous comment but it was really the original reason she was in America. In her birth society such a 'deformity' was considered a mark of bad luck. Her birth family had placed her with an adoption agency because of that threat of 'bad luck'. Apparently the AI running reconstruction unilaterally decided that the extra toe wasn't normal and took it away. Kristina was surprised and happy when she discovered its absence. That was right after she discovered that her bush had disappeared and that she wasn't happy about at first. Not having to shave every other day has made her appreciative of that change too.

We all agreed to take some Militia training. Most of the new citizens of Demophon Township actually began some training while still on the transport ship. It helped give all of us, especially the marines on board, something of value to do on the voyage.

The other thing of importance to our family that also happened during our transport was that I got a job. Oh, it wasn't what I wanted but that didn't seem to matter to the marines in charge. They weren't really happy with my non-combatant status. It made me a square peg in their world of round holes. My family could do everything that everybody else could do but the marines just didn't know what was going to happen to me.

I had explained to them about the AI classifying me, about having fought my war, about Fleet Auxiliary and my hope to join it. And then they told me about the Civil Service and how I was going to get my start in that branch of service almost immediately. I learned about the usual 'extras' who were picked up on each run and about the usual 'discards' from volunteers, and I learned that they were putting me in charge of dealing with both groups of people on this voyage.

If they were going to put me to work they figured they'd better give me some training and understanding of what I had to do, so it was back into the tank for a 'learning session'. That didn't hurt like being rebuilt, but it didn't help much either. There just wasn't much to learn! The Civil Service was an afterthought of the colonization program and its officers were pretty much 'making it up' as they went. No procedures manuals had yet been written. Its members were basically given a uniform and a rank and sent off on their own with the charge to do the greatest good possible for the greatest number of people.

So I got a rather plain gray uniform, a subdermal connection to the local AI, and the rank insignia of a Decurion. That was the lowest CS rank and supposedly matched up against the armed forces rank of Captain. Well, that had been my separation rank from the army after 7 years of activities in the Vietnam area so it felt sort of comfortable. But I had no idea what I was going to have to deal with and neither did my marine 'advisors'. They just handed me the control wands for two pods and introduced me to three 'unclaimed extras' who were told by the marines that they now 'belonged' to me and that if they wanted to complain about it they could do so on the way to the matter converter. In fact, that would be the fate of anyone placed in my charge that proved to be 'too much trouble' for me.

Great! What kind of a job was this? AFTER ME, THE MATTER CONVERTOR!? I didn't want life or death control over people! Really I didn't - not outside of my own family, which I had to accept in this New World! But I got it and it made for three very cowed women who started out looking at me in fear. I really hated that. Why were they along anyway? Why stick me with them? Etc., Etc., Etc. I really felt sorry for myself for a short while.

It was only a short while because the next day I had a volunteer stalk up to me with two women in tow. "I reject these two!" he snarled. After some discussion I learned that the marines had told him that I was in charge of all 'discards' and also had all of the available replacements. It turned out that these two didn't like to give blowjobs and that a blowjob was this guy's 'favorite' form of sex.

I told him that he would have to go two light in the concubine department if he gave them to me and he asked if I didn't have some possible replacements? As it happened I had three candidates for the job and thus began my career as a peddler of female (and only occasionally male) flesh. I traded him two for two. Two willing to suck cock for two unwilling (at that moment) to suck cock. I would have traded him three for two but the AI seemed to anticipate my thinking and told me that I might not do that! (Oh, the two I got from him decided rather rapidly that they were more eager to suck and swallow than to go into the matter converter. They were very happy to prove that to me! That matter converter has converted many people to things other than matter in my experience.)

When we finally got to our new home I managed to get rid of the five charges that I had left upon landing. (Oh, I also managed to arrange to keep one of the extra pods for my own family's use. Well, OK, I had to use it to officially 'house' some 'extras' at times, but otherwise it was ours.) The extras went to Demophon Township marines who had shipped up without a full family or in one case to replace a concubine who had angered her sponsor enough to receive that trip to the matter converter which I was only using as a threat.

After we landed on Demeter I finally did have contact with others in the Civil Service and learned that my experiences so far were very much the norm for our developing service. The boss of our department here was a man named ap Rhys, he claimed a long heritage in Wales in the United Kingdom. He turned out to be a pretty easy guy to talk to, even if he ranked me seriously as a Tribune. I was especially happy that he validated all the actions I had taken so far. It turns out that his situation on arrival here had been much more confused than mine was.

On his advice I had uniforms made for my concubines and made them adjunct Warrant Officers serving under me. He had done the same. He also explained how to turn my future 'extras' into service personnel by setting up a brothel for the folks in our township. Now that was a job this former schoolteacher never expected to have.

It turned out that I also had some power to requisition space for such an operation. When the first losses due to contact with the Sa'arm occurred in our township, I had a place to occupy their time, if not their hearts. And losses did occur in which the marines had not made out wills distributing their assets (concubines). That meant that they came to us simply to survive. We're gradually getting that situation changed as more commanding officers 'require' wills, but in the meantime I did in fact end up setting up a 'fuck palace' with the women I 'inherited'. I really did NOT like doing that. My own ladies did a lot to comfort me through the necessity to turn other women into whores.

Other than things like that, we all found our new town a very comfortable place to settle. Almost everyone else was a marine or belonged to a marine. About half of the marines were part of an infantry division and the others were divided between an artillery group and being part of a combat engineer battalion. The women began networking, having each other over and eventually setting up some daycare centers for our growing population of children. All of us volunteers were apparently delivering on the charge to 'go forth and multiply'. Personally, each of my three women eventually delivered my children and after that Bill and I both worked hard at keeping them pregnant. (That is such a 'hard job', you know!) It seemed to be a state that each of them could accept without too much difficulty. It also seemed that the support of the other women in the community helped them through any low spots that they didn't want to share with Bill or me.

I might mention a few other situations that developed as our community developed. For example, before one of the tours of duty that took most of the men out of town one of the marines requested a temporary trade. He had taken four teenage concubines, all of them female. He asked if Bill and Nicki could move into his pod and that two of his 'girls' move into ours in exchange. His hope was that exposure to some more mature family members might help bring some of that maturity to his ladies. He also thought it would be a good thing for genetic diversity if Bill and I each impregnated one of the girls and the AI set it up so that would happen. I thought that this guy had a pretty good head on his shoulders to come up with a way to take care of two different but fairly important 'problems'. And he reports that they are all acting more to his satisfaction now.

And, after quite a long discussion with our town's AI our family took in two other girls. They were permanent additions under a couple of different loopholes that the AI wanted to exploit. Alisha was an unaltered 15 year-old black girl. Her 'master' was one of those who didn't come back from a military action. She was permitted into our family on the grounds of increasing our 'racial diversity' - it also kept her genes from disappearing into the matter converter. By unaltered I mean that she still looked exactly as she had when chosen as a concubine. She stands about 5'1" old style and is quite thin. Her tits are no more than a large A cup, and she has demonstrated regularly that one of her favorite activities is sex. Her genes have been mixed with mine and she is now nursing a beautiful little boy of a mixed color that's almost the same color as the two kids that Kristina has produced with the help of Bill and me.

About six earth months later we also received the gift of Sarah. She was one of the concubines who had been highly altered. She had been 16 at her collection, a fairly shy virgin apparently. Her 'master', also one of those who didn't make it back, had preferred a different appearance than she brought into her slavery. She came to us looking like a Pamela Anderson clone. She hadn't been able to make the necessary psychological adjustments to the new body appearance that had been forced on her and had become at times almost catatonic. The AI proved correct in its decision to place her with us. First we had her tanked and returned to her original appearance (the AIs had kept those parameters in their memory banks). Then we just loved her as much as we could. Eventually she settled down enough to go back to the tank for some general improvements, this time of her own choosing. Right now she's pregnant with a girl-child courtesy of Bill (the nannites always can tell both gender and paternity) and is apparently quite happy. She has been a good addition to our family.

Bill had been considering whether he should join the Demeter 'Planetary Service' or not. It's being called that now instead of the Militia because the Militia is only one of the ways to eventually become a citizen of the planet. Bill, ap Rhys and I had been talking about him joining the Civil Service group with a rank like a chief warrant officer until he could be promoted to lieutenant. Ap Rhys would even have to invent names for those ranks, as they don't exist right now. Actually, he was next in line for my job - but more on that in a minute. If Bill did that he and Nicki would form their own family, leaving me with as many concubines as I originally had. Bill however would be able to choose another concubine just as if he had a CAP score of 6.5 or better. There are several women in the CS Brothel who would be more than happy to join him and Nicki. None of the women were interested in becoming members of the 'Planetary Service' and achieving their own 'freedom'. They (all five of them now) considered themselves married to Bill and me and didn't want to change the relationships we had all developed.

So, our family had grown and has shrunk again. Kristi remains my good right hand and true mate. I was functioning as the local whoremaster, and I was being somewhat successful with trading excess women around in our own community and over to other townships. But what about my going 'where no man had gone before'? Governor Flowers and Tribune ap Rhys have made it quite clear that I'm just not going to be doing that. "You're quite simply needed right there!" was the last response I received to my most recent request for transfer to the Fleet Auxiliary.

But I suppose it was that last request that gave me what is probably one of the hardest and biggest jobs of my life.

Ap Rhys transported to our township without warning one fine day shortly after that last exchange of memos, and strolled into the pod that I had commandeered to serve as local Civil Service headquarters. We weren't too big on protocols in our Service so I waved him to a seat while I told Sarah, my secretary of the week, to get us each a cup of coffee.

"Welcome to Demophon Township Tribune! What brings you slumming today?"

"Oh no, Mac. This is not slumming! Not in the fine township you and the people here have been setting up. I wish that the other three townships up and running were doing as well. And a lot of that has been thanks to your guidance. Alex wanted me to specifically let you know that he appreciated your work here."

"Well, thanks for the positive strokes! But that doesn't answer my question, does it? You don't just drop in for coffee David. I know better than that. What's up?"

Sarah brought in the coffee and quietly left. Ap Rhys nodded approval of how she was doing now, after about 14 months with us. She had settled down very well and looked radiant at about seven months into carrying her first child.

"OK, Mac. Here is the situation that Governor Flowers and I have find ourselves faced with. Humans have been on this planet for almost three years now. The people who came here with you brought about 1500 elementary school aged children and have been busy procreating ever since. That's only noting your township. There are three others operating in a similar way."

"The current projected adult population of Demeter is expected at this time to reach slightly less than a hundred and forty thousand, about a hundred and ten thousand of them concubines. If each of those concubines produced one child a year, as the Confederacy expects, we would be adding about a hundred thousand children each year on average. The Darjee actually believe we will maintain that reproductive level for somewhere between 10 and 15 years. That won't happen. Our 'families' wouldn't be able to handle it physically or psychologically. But we still will have a high reproduction rate no matter what the reality turns out to be."

"We're not at those adult figures yet, but we are steadily heading that way as the military forces gear up to full strength. And most of those adults are educated and trained people. Some of them have begun to notice one of the glaring vacuum areas in the civic planning that was delivered to us. We have no schools for these children! I think the original planners of this 'system' of ours were only looking at producing more warm bodies to throw at the Swarm, not at the minds that came attached to those bodies. As more of the volunteers and their concubines have become concerned about their children's education the demands to the governor for a school system have been growing."

"Alex Flowers is military all the way through and doesn't want to deal with the issue. So he did what always seems to happen when something wasn't planned for in our New World but occurs anyway. He gave it to the Civil Service to deal with. That means he handed it to me. And I'm handing it to you!"

Right about the middle of all that I saw where he would go with this, and when he actually got there I was objecting already. I was pointing out that I already had a job, that it wasn't the job I wanted and if they'd let me go exploring I even take my entire family away so they could have the space and supplies for others. I said that I'd left that part of my life behind and didn't want to go back to it, that I didn't like school any more than kids did now. Yada, yada, yada.

David didn't listen. He just waited until I wound down. About the time he got to his suggested plan of attack on the situation I realized that I wasn't going to get out of this new job. About 30 minutes into his monologue I surrendered and started to contribute to his plan for the rest of my life. About an hour into our discussion we were bringing Bill and Kristi in to take part in the discussion. Bill as my potential replacement in what I was doing right now and Kristi as a probable aide in my new job.

I'm not going to bore you with all the details so here it is in brief:

Bill did volunteer and ended up being a citizen of the planet, starting out with a rank that ap Rhys called 'sub-Decurion' - sort of a lieutenant. He took over my job as brothel master and flesh peddler. As a citizen and an officer he got his own pod for him and Nicki and took over my old office. Eventually he did take a second concubine for personal use, a very personable young lady named Carole, fresh from earth as an extra. As a family they are doing very well, and as my replacement Bill is doing an excellent job. Our families are close, close enough to trade spouses occasionally.

Kristi refused to become a citizen, choosing instead to remain my 'drone' but with the job assignment of being my chief assistant. Kristina, Sarah and Alisha were also offered the chance to advance through 'Planetary Service', but have remained my personal concubines as well as my strong supporters and secondary aides. I have occasionally lent them (in uniform) to Bill when he needed some more female support figures in his work - after all, they were trained for it.

I was promoted to Tribune as David went up to Legate. He was responsible for the entire planet's Civil Service and he made me responsible for developing an education system for the children of this planet. Alex Flowers continued to haunt us to get a school system in place but it was my job to figure out how to do it.

The first thing I did was to try to determine any original educational plans for the children. That proved a bust early on. The only education planned was for the colonists - volunteer and drone alike but keyed to the volunteers. That education was a function of the AI for the colony and each colony had its own AI to teach its citizens. The AIs were busy with the business of the colony and didn't have the capacity to teach children.

The second thing we did was to look for experienced schoolteachers among the volunteers and their concubines. That was fruitless because although we found several qualified people they were almost all among the volunteers and were already busy with their military duties for officers who were not willing to release them to help us. The former teachers we found among the concubines eventually did become a source of some help to us. One of them to my surprise was ap Rhys' concubine, Megan Rees. She has been invaluable in setting up some of the very early-childhood programs. But frankly, other than a few others with qualities similar to Kristi's and Megan's, most of them were not good enough to be used for our work. Some of them were just plain pitiful. Oh, the depths to which Public Education has sunk in our (former) modern world!

The third thing we did was to hold dialogues among as many qualified people as we could assemble to discuss what we wanted our children to learn in this New World of ours. We were able to do the Darjee equivalent of teleconferencing to bring in experts who were dispersed throughout the solar system. We slowly beat out a curriculum outline that could be expanded as time went on. We weren't trying to build a system from K through PHD programs. We just wanted a system that would prevent the loss of all knowledge not obtained in the home. Our smartest students would graduate to the military service at age 14 and finish their education under military direction. We had to deal with the years before 14 for everyone and after 14 for those who didn't leave us with a high CAP score

We decided that English was going to be the language of all education on Demeter. That mathematics was needed by everybody whether they were future drones or future volunteers. Everyone needed Science up through a solid high school biology and 'general physical science' level. We decided that Physics and Chemistry should be available for the more academically able students. These were to include all the appropriate Confederacy science information available to humans.

History became a study of the development of man, his origin on and settlement of Earth, the development of governments of different types and value based comparisons between them, and then the Diaspora. That was a study of why and how earthmen got into space and how we got to Demeter. Geography turned into both a study of our own planet and galactic studies to see where other human settlements were, where other Confederacy entities were located (so far as they let us know) and where humans were making contact with the Sa'arm.

Because of our unique 'family' situations created in the process of extraction from earth we had many different types of 'home groups'. (That's what we eventually called them in official written material.) Although most had developed into polyamorous groupings such as mine and Bill's, there were some that were very difficult to describe to someone not meeting the group. But most of our advisors keyed in on the fact that we needed to present, fairly early on, some form of sex education. And almost all of them recommended that not only should the material include the basic biological mechanics and the roles that nannites could play in that biology, but also there should be some education in the forms and positions of sex. We weren't going to teach the Kama Sutra, but we were going to give academic recognition that in our world, almost anything goes. We also included what used to be called bi-sexual and homo-sexual relationships, as these were perfectly normal on Demeter.

And of course after all of this material there had to be education about the Confederacy which we were trying to protect and the role we seemed to play in its structure and students would also learn about the enemy of the Confederacy, the Sa'arm.

All of this material had to be broken down into levels of achievement and plans made to test for successful learning of this material. Who was going to study what for how long were questions we wrestled with for days, even weeks. The required CAP testing at age 14 determined part of the issue of how long we had to provide education for. If a student received a score above 6.5 they immediately graduated to volunteer status and military education. If they received a score below 6.5 they continued in our school system for a minimum of one more year. Then Governor Flowers decreed they could choose to join the Planetary Service if they desired.

With all of those decisions made all we had to do was figure out how to deliver the results to our customers without teachers, textbooks, pencils or paper.

The solution came from the AIs.

During our dialogues about all the stuff mentioned above we were naturally being observed (overheard) by the AIs of every township colony on the planet. They provided the communication system we used to facilitate our teleconferencing. They knew everything we talked about. Eventually the AI from Celeus Township divulged some information no AI had ever leaked before. Each AI could bud off another form of itself. The second AI wouldn't be as capable as its 'parent', but would be very capable of handling an 'Artificial Intelligence school' for human children. These 'sub-AIs' could be networked across the entire planet to maintain consistency of material and of delivery. They could handle the assessment of student success. They could run our school system for us.

Because the AIs didn't want this to be general knowledge they brought Legate ap Rhys, Governor Flowers and me together for a 'brief but necessary' meeting. That's where the Celeus AI revealed their solution to us. That brief meeting turned into an all day affair as we questioned the AI about the plan and the capabilities and limitations of the sub-systems. We also learned something about access systems to these new sub-systems and about pod possibilities for school facilities.

Satisfied that it would work we ordered the AIs of all townships to begin the process of 'budding' themselves and I went back to work with my advisory board to determine how best to use this newly learned information for our education system. The result of our work is going into operation next week. It reflects a lot of hard work but is being approached (and publicly acknowledged) as a work in progress. We expect to change things as we go along and have been encouraging 'families' to be involved in planning those changes.

Young children will be going to classes with real people to lead them in AI-directed activities and studies. The socialization needed by those younger students would be met in a somewhat traditional classroom or daycare setting. To achieve that each township has caused a pod tunnel to be built with several pods joined together to make larger rooms. Put several of these 'enlarged pods' together in a row on a tunnel and you have our elementary schools.

The older the students become the more they will deal with the 'Education AI' on a one-on-one basis. At first this will be in a communal arrangement similar to computer labs in our old earth schools. Eventually each home pod will extrude an 'educational station' where the students can work with the AI in their own home pod. (We can see this eventually becoming an adult education system as well, but one thing at a time!)

For the older students the process of socialization will be served by making sports teams available as soon as we can gain access to the public fields that the marines have developed. We may have to engage in some clever scheduling to get places like the soccer fields and baseball diamonds when the marines aren't using them. But we should also be able to use the marine agility courses and the conditioning tracks they have laid down for their own use. Township dances will be encouraged, as will amateur theatrical performance. Parents will be needed to accomplish all of these social activities with their children. We expect, as educators have throughout man's history, the active support and participation of the 'families' who send their children to us. We can only hope that it will be there.

Another general community benefit from this new educational system is the 'library branch'. It was arranged that our new systems would be supplied with many of the books of earth that have already been digitized. Every time we have contact with the homeworld now there will be an increase in the size of our 'library' holdings. These will be available to all the residents of a pod on the 'education station', whenever it is not being used by the family's students. Oh, and families with several students could receive several 'education stations'.

In a nutshell that is our story. I have to end by telling you that I am very pleased with what we have begun here. I also have to acknowledge the very helpful support and active participation by my 'wife', Kristi. Our schools have a lot of growing to do, but we hope to guide that growth in a deliberate fashion to educate our younger people and also to support humanity's war for survival. Please give us your support and wish us well. School starts in one week in our new school tunnel, behind the door with the sign that says:

Demophon Township School

Demeter Civil Service

Education Department

John McIntyre - Head of Staff

Dadgumit!!!! I'll never get to do that deep space exploring!