1 The Airport

Mark was staring out of the window watching a plane taxiing in to its gate when the interdiction field came down and everything went grey.

He heard a loud voice and turned to see a very tall, well built, oriental man speaking, "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain where you are for a moment. I am Lieutenant Hideto Matsui of the Confederacy Space Marines and we are here to perform an extraction ..."

"You are all going to burn in Hell for this blasphemy! What you are doing is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord!" An older man in a sombre suit, about fifty with greying hair, was on his feet shouting at the Lieutenant.

"If you will please be quiet sir, we can proceed without disturbing you further."

"You and all who go with you will be thrown into eternal Hellfire that has been prepared for such as you!"

The Lieutenant signaled briefly to one of the Marines who were standing around the edges of the departure hall. "I regret, sir, that we may have to take action if you continue in this manner. I will ask you again sir to please sit down quietly."

"Your threats cannot stop the word of the Lor..." He was cut off by the nearest Marine firing something at him and he collapsed to the floor. His wife screamed and immediately bent down to try to help him. The Marine who had fired said something to her and she seemed to calm down a bit. His son David looked down at his unconscious father and began to think furiously.

The Lieutenant resumed speaking. "My apologies for that interruption, the gentleman is merely stunned. The fewer interruptions there are the quicker we can finish this and you can all catch your flights. The airport authorities are aware of this extraction and all your outgoing flights will be held until it is complete. Can I ask all Confederacy volunteers to please make their way to Gate Seven and register with Sergeant Patel. She will need to see your CAP cards so please have them ready for her. Those of you who do not wish to be considered for selection please make you way to Gate Twelve and wait there quietly until the extraction is complete. Those of you who do wish to be considered for selection ..."

Mark stopped listening, gathered his laptop, papers and carry-on baggage together and made his way to Gate Twelve along with the other stay-behinds. Just another slightly greying 44 year old businessman in a suit with his laptop over one shoulder and wheeling his cabin baggage behind him. The only slightly exceptional thing about him was his beard, neatly trimmed but also starting to grey.

As Mark walked past, one of the Marines came over and picked up the unconscious ranter. As she did so, his eldest son David turned and quietly asked his sister, "Rache, do you want to go with me? I scored 6.6 so I can take you and one other. With dad unconscious..."

Rachel considered. Her father had become even more religious since the announcement about the Sa'arm. He had taken her out of school and started home schooling her. He had made her wear stupid long skirts. She missed her schoolfriends and wanted to get away. She only had a CAP card because she had sneaked off with her mother a few days after her fourteenth birthday to get tested, 6.0 -- not enough to volunteer for herself. "Can I take Mister Bozo with me?" At fourteen she never went anywhere without her favourite teddy bear.

"Do you have Mister B. packed?" asked David.

"Of course, you know I would never go away without him," she said glancing at her single piece of cabin baggage.

"Fine, then you can bring him." David talked briefly to his mother, "Mum, me and Rachel are going to go with the Confederacy. I am taking her with me as we discussed. Say goodbye to dad when he wakes up," he gave her a quick embrace.

"You will look after your sister, won't you?"

"Yes mum, of course I will."

Rachel gave her mother a longer hug, grabbed her luggage and ran after David who was already heading for Gate Seven and Sergeant Patel. Judith Harlow looked sadly after her two eldest; she was not very surprised. It had been obvious for months that David would leave at the first opportunity and his taking Rachel with him was always likely as soon as she had turned fourteen. At least she still had Abel, her youngest, with her. She took hold of his hand and he toddled alongside her as she followed the Marine carrying her unconscious husband. She was not looking forward to telling him that David and Rachel had gone with the Confederacy. She consoled herself with the thought that David really did love his sister and would look after her. At least this way the two of them would avoid the Sa'arm.

Mark picked a seat facing the females' selection area at Gate Ten. OK, so he was male and even at 44 he enjoyed a sex show. He hadn't had any real sex since his wife had been picked up a few months earlier and wasn't going to pass up this free opportunity.

Behind Mark, Shahana finally made up her mind and told her mother-in-law to look after the children. Without bothering to wait for any reply she rushed towards Gate Ten where the women who wanted to be picked were gathering. As she ran she started taking off her headscarf. This was not going to be easy for her, but getting her children off Earth came first.

Mark settled down to watch the entertainment. Most of the women were already naked, with a few latecomers just topless but hurrying to catch up. The first sharks, erm... volunteers, were starting to move in and begin making their selections. Having seen those "Real XXX pictures of Confederacy pickup!!" sites on the internet, Mark could immediately confirm that most of them were indeed fakes: clear shots and lots of closeups. What Mark saw across the departure lounge was much more like the grainy, poorly lit ones filmed from a distance. Pretty much what he had suspected when surfing one-handed.

David and Rachel were going round together. They both had brown hair, hers slightly lighter than his and shoulder length while his was cut short. When they checked in with Sergeant Patel she advised David that he needed an older woman with some experience of child rearing as his second choice to go with Rachel. David had already been thinking along those lines so he was looking for older women to pick from. As she saw the potential selectees Rachel asked her brother worriedly, "David, are you going to make me take my clothes off?" She hated the plain white long sleeved blouse and dowdy ankle-length dark green skirt her father had made her wear, but she didn't want to take them off in front of all these strangers. Though her breasts had started growing she didn't want everybody looking at them just yet, they needed to get bigger first.

"No, you can keep you clothes on sis. Don't wander away, stick close to me."

Rachel blushed slightly and nodded. "I won't. Thanks David."

David was enjoying himself trying out potential concubines. He quickly checked CAP cards with the reader Sergeant Patel had given him -- it allowed him to see a lot more detail than was immediately obvious on the card. He found that he could get a feel for a woman's attitude with a short conversation and a few questions about her children. He soon had a shortlist of five lined up and was feeling their tits and pussies. Rachel was standing nervously close by him with her eyes popping out. With her somewhat sheltered upbringing she had never seen anything like this before, just a few giggled conversations with her girlfriends in school before her father had pulled her out. David turned to her, "Sis, you are going to see a lot of things here that you haven't seen before." Rachel just nodded and blushed.

He rejected one woman almost immediately, she obviously didn't like a seventeen year old feeling her pussy. After a little time deciding he told another to go. She didn't have enough spark and her boob job had left her tits looking unnatural which turned David off. He knew he could have them changed later, but he was looking to get rid of candidates so she was out. That left three, who he made kneel down in a row while he unzipped himself for three blow jobs. Rachel turned bright red and tried not to stare at her brother's prick. Oh my! He has got his thing out! she thought. Then it struck her; she was going to have to do what these three women were doing and more. He worked his way down the line saving his load for the last one, a blonde, who swallowed it and licked her lips. After thinking for a bit he told the middle one to go and had the last two each bend over a chair.

A short way behind David a naked Shahana was on her knees blowing a paunchy thirty-ish white man. She was barely holding it together. This guy did not give her a good feeling from the way he had treated his line-up of naked hopefuls, but she had to get off Earth somehow for her children's sake. She and Omar had agreed that whichever one of them could leave first would do so and take the children. Now that Omar was trapped in Oman it was all up to her. The man stopped her blowjob before he came and told her to get up on a table and spread her legs. As he moved in to fuck her she got a good look at his face for the first time; she had been too embarrassed to look him in the eyes while she was lined up naked. Suddenly she knew that he was not a good choice; he would probably fuck her and leave her behind anyway or if he did take her she did not want to have this man lording it over her for the rest of her life. She would be unable to stop him doing whatever he wanted to her and she was certain that what he wanted would not be good. She realised that she did actually have a choice here -- she could reject him. She told him "No!", jumped off the table, grabbed her clothes off the floor and started putting them on. She didn't react to his shouted "Go and be Swarm food then, Paki bitch!"; confirmation that she had made the right decision. It had taken all her courage to get this far and now she just wanted to get away. She knew that she would hate herself later for failing but she just could not chance years of slavery with a man like that.

She came slowly back towards her children, pulling her kameez over her head and showing off a very nice pair of tits to Mark, distracting him from the orgy in progress behind her. Gravity had had its effect as had her children, but still a nice soft bouncy pair with big nipples still erect from the effects of the selection. As she pulled the kameez down over them Mark saw that she was in tears. Shahana joined her mother-in-law and her children sitting behind Mark. She sat quietly sobbing at her failure while her children tried to comfort her. Her mother-in-law just went on at her, "Why did you do a stupid thing like that? Whatever will people think of you!" Shahana did not get on well with Omar's mother.

This was not the way David had imagined losing his virginity. God! He couldn't even remember the name of the woman he was about to fuck. What was on her CAP card: Ann? Anna? Annie? Anna, that was it. He was rubbing the tip of his prick up and down her pussy from behind, something he had seen once in a porno, before putting it into her. He slid into her slowly. Oh yes! Blowjobs were good but this was in a whole different league. Her smooth pussy clutched at his prick as he thrust in and out. Even in a crowd like this it still felt amazing as he pistoned into her wet channel while Anna ground her hips in time with his thrusts. He felt glad that going to college had allowed him to escape somewhat from his father's influence. At least he had a bit more experience than his sister.

At first Rachel wondered what he was up to. She knew it was 'dirty' but she couldn't quite work out what David was doing. Suddenly she realised that he was doing it from behind and not lying on top as she had thought it should be done. What had she let herself in for by accepting her brother's offer? He was going to want to DO IT with her! She had to struggle not to run away as the full impact hit her. Her brother was going to strip her naked and have sex with her! She liked him a lot but had never really thought of doing that with him! After all he was her brother.

After fucking Anna for a time David managed to pull himself out of her before he came and move on to Sylvia, the blonde woman. She was not as into fucking as Anna had been. Anna had made the higher sex score on her CAP card and it showed; she had moved her hips more than Sylvia. Still a fuck is a fuck and he wasn't going to turn this one down. After he came he pulled out, leaving a trail of his slime dripping down the blonde's thigh. Anna was the better fuck but Sylvia, was good enough and had a better nurturing/mothering score. She also had two young kids to Anna's one so she would get more children away from the Swarm. He picked the blonde. Looking after children was more important than a good fuck, and in his extremely limited experience her fucking wasn't at all bad. Anna looked really pissed off but there was not a lot she could do about it, especially with the Marines standing around and remembering what had happened to the ranter earlier.

David turned to the blonde, "Sylvia, right?"

"Yes, Sylvia O'Byrne. And you are?"

"David Harlow, and my sister Rachel."

Sylvia smiled, "Pleased to meet you both." She moved to Rachel and hugged her. "You look a bit shell shocked at all this dear."

Rachel could barely whisper, "I feel so scared." She couldn't believe this woman had done that with David and didn't even know his name.

David hugged them both for a minute until Rachel had calmed down a bit. "Are you OK Rache?"

"Yes, I... I'll be fine."

"Right, Sylvia do you have any luggage?"

"No, I work... worked in the coffee bar. You will take both my children as well won't you?"

"Yes Sylvia, of course I'll take them. Rache, get your luggage and give Sylvia mine. Both of you follow me." David led the way to where the Marines were organising the queues for the transport pads. The two women wheeled the luggage behind them. Rachel was glad she had packed Mister Bozo, she knew that she would need him in the coming weeks.

As Mark watched the orgy in progress he noticed one of the Marines coming towards him, "Excuse me, sir. Are you Mr. Mark Robertson?"

"Yes, I am."

"May I see your CAP card please sir?" The Marine put the card into a reader and examined it briefly. "You are aware, sir, that you have a score of 7.0 and are eligible to volunteer?"

Over a year ago, when Mark was first tested, he scored a 6.9, frustratingly short of a 7.0. So he did a lot of reading, exercising and studying, working to try to get his CAP score up; two extra concubines provided a lot of motivation! He even took up Martial Arts to try and increase his aggression. There were some reasonable resources on the web about CAP testing and a number of good books as well. He strictly avoided all of the spam e-mails: "Get more concubines! Increase your CAP score now!! Guaranteed 0.7 point increase!!!" He wouldn't have been at all surprised if the Confederacy AIs deducted points from anybody who opened too many of those. After twelve months of research and effort he had managed to retest at 7.0 two months ago as well as losing a few kilos from around his waist. However, there was still a problem, "Yes, I am aware of my score. I have not volunteered because joining the military would not be a good idea, and I have insufficient information about any non-military options."

"May I ask why you think joining the military would not be a good idea, sir? We need all the people we can get to fight the Sa'arm."

"I have a very non-military attitude to orders -- I ignore those that I disagree with. Joining the military would not be a good idea either for me or for the military. If there were more information available about the non-military options then I might consider volunteering, but those details are extremely hard to come by." Mark knew that if he was given an order then he would want to consider it first before obeying and if he considered the order incorrect he would disobey it. With that sort of attitude he knew that he would soon be in a military prison or shot. Not a good way to fight the Sa'arm.

The Marine looked puzzled, "Non-military options?"

"The Government and Confederacy announcements have all been very carefully worded to emphasise the Space Marines and the Navy but reading between the lines there must be other options that are not explained in any detail." Mark had spent a few years working as a Civil Servant so he was well used to reading the implications behind what was said, and what was not said, in Government announcements. The Marine got a distant look, talking to a Confederacy AI. Mark continued, "If I had more details available then I would look at the non-military options. I was security vetted for my Government work so I am able to keep secrets. Your AI can check my security clearance and e-mail me whatever details I am allowed to see. Once I have seen them I can decide whether or not to volunteer. I do not want to buy a pig in a poke."

"Well sir, I have learned something new today. The AI will e-mail you the details you asked for." As the Marine walked away Mark pulled out his laptop and fired it up to check for the e-mail.

Shahana had been sitting close enough behind to listen in to the conversation between Mark and the Marine. Here was a second chance for her. She rushed into the Ladies to try to patch up the worst of the damage her crying had done. Screwing up her courage for a second time that day she walked up to the man, Mark was it?, doing her best to ignore the glare from her mother-in-law. As she approached him he closed the lid of his laptop and turned towards her. He saw the South Asian woman he had noticed earlier trying, and failing, to be selected. Closer up she was good looking, shortish and in her early thirties. Wide hips, but not too wide. Nice tits making some interesting movements underneath her kameez; she had not put her bra back on. Her face was not at its best despite her emergency repairs, but she was obviously handsome. If he had to be critical her nose was a little too big, but that was a small fault. She was definitely a looker.

She sat down beside him. "I am sorry to interrupt you sir, but I heard you talking to that Marine. I really need to get off Earth for my children's sake so would you please take me with you. I will do anything you want but please take me." She sat there looking at him smiling, hoping and trying not to cry.

Shit! Mark thought. How do I deal with her gently? I haven't even decided if I want to go myself yet, let alone who I want to take with me. "What about your husband, can't he take you?"

"My husband was working in Oman so now ..."

"Now he is trapped there because the Arabs are not letting anyone out," Mark completed for her. She nodded. "You mentioned children, how many do you have?"

"Three of them. Mohammed is fifteen, he has a CAP of 6.7 so he will be safe. Fatima is twelve and Tareq is eleven. I will just need to take two of them with me."

"Can't you get Mohammed to take you all? That way you could go together as a family?"

Shahana was profoundly shocked. That was unthinkable! "Oh no sir, I could never do that with my own son! That is something haraam! It is too much."

Double shit! thought Mark, no way out there. Incest was obviously too much for her.

"Can I see your CAP card please," he asked, stalling for time. He read it out, "Shahana Dutt, CAP 6.1, age 31. From Birmingham by your accent?"

"Yes, my mother brought me over from Sylhet when I was two. My father was working in Birmingham."

"So your family is from Bangladesh?"

"Yes."

"I am not a Muslim, is that a problem for you? Some people think that I am because of the beard."

"No, that is not a problem unless you force me to eat pork," she dropped her voice to a whisper, not wanting her mother-in-law to hear, "but I sometimes drink alcohol."

"I might eat pork myself, but I wouldn't force it on you. I would prefer a happy concubine to a miserable one." Mark pulled out his wallet and extracted one of his business cards, handing it to Shahana, "I have not yet decided if I am going to volunteer myself. Give me a call on my mobile after seven next Monday evening, by then I will have decided. If you have a chance to be selected before then you should take it, I am not guaranteeing to take you even if I do go myself."

"Yes sir, I understand. Thank you."

Shahana got up and went back to her family. She knew her arse was one of her good points so she was making it do interesting things as she walked away, her hips made room for two nice generous hemispheres and more. Mark appreciated women with a bit of shape to them. Tearing his eyes away he returned to his laptop and continued reading his e-mail from the Confederacy AI. From an initial look the Civil Service seemed his best option. He had a lot to think about.

Shahana rang the bell for Mark's flat. "Hello Mark, this is Shahana."

"Come on up, I am on the second floor." He buzzed her into the block.

Mark greeted her at his door, "Come in please." He saw that she had put in a big effort to impress him by wearing her best clothes, colourful with a lot of gold thread, and perfectly applied makeup. "Can I offer you tea or coffee?"

"Tea please." She sat and thought as she waited. She had managed a blow job at the airport, and that pig was a far worse choice than Mark. Could she fuck this man now for the sake of her children? Mark would probably treat her reasonably but could she find a better sponsor? At least with Mark she had a bit more time to decide rather than in the rush of a pickup. One thing she had learned at the airport was that she did actually have a choice -- she did not have to go with the first sponsor that came along.

Mark handed her the tea and sat down next to her. "As I said on the phone, I have decided to volunteer for the Civil Service but I have not yet decided who to take. I will want to get to know you and take a 'test drive'."

"Yes, you will want to have sex with me," she blushed.

"Will you be OK with that? At the airport I saw you coming back early from the selection."

"The man there was a pig", she said, "he would probably have used me and left me behind. Even if he had taken me with him I felt sure that he would not have treated me well. I can already tell that you are a better man than him."

"So, shall we get on with the test?"

She thought of her children and gathered her courage, "Do you want me to strip?"

Mark gestured assent and watched as she stripped. He had seen her half naked before at the airport, but this was a private performance; it felt much more personal because she was doing it just for him. He was fascinated by her nipples, his wife's had been small while Shahana's were much larger. Her tummy had been stretched by her children, but the Confederacy could fix that easily. As she finished he signaled her to come towards him. "Give me a nipple to suck." She bent forward at his command and fed him one of her breasts. As he suckled her, and nipped lightly on her teat, she could feel herself beginning to get wet between her legs. He released her breast and unzipped his trousers, she took the hint and knelt down to take him in her mouth. Mark smiled and relaxed. This was the first time he had had sex since his wife had been picked up.

"Rub your pussy, I want it nice and juicy for when I fuck you." One hand moved to her clit and began to rub while the other fondled his balls. She couldn't deep throat him but he was still enjoying it a lot. Mark reached down and began to play with one of her large nipples. He could feel it harden under his fingers.

Before he came he lifted her head off his cock. "Go into the bedroom, down the passage." He followed her, watching her arse move while unbuttoning his shirt. She lay on the bed with her legs parted, one hand idly playing with her shaved pussy.

"Are you on the pill?"

"No, I didn't need it with my husband not here."

"Fine, I will use a condom."

Puzzled, Shahana asked, "I thought the thing was to get me pregnant?"

"Not before we leave Earth. If you get pregnant with no husband around and you are not extracted then it may be difficult for you." Mark got a condom from the new pack in the bedside table and put it on his erection. Getting on the bed between her spread legs he brought his tip to her opening. "Are you ready for this?"

She had a far better feeling about Mark than the man at the airport. He was taking her needs into consideration as well as his own. She had come this far and was not going to back out now. "Yes, do it."

He pushed steadily into her. She was tighter than he expected but she was obviously a bit tense; not surprising, given the situation. She was fucking him because she wanted to get her children off Earth, not because she particularly desired him. Still, he was going to enjoy himself. He lifted a breast to his mouth and sucked on her nipple. He could really get to like those big nipples of hers. As she relaxed a bit and began to move under him he increased the strength and depth of his thrusts. Mostly this was about him, but he wanted to try to give her some pleasure as well. They might have years together and it made sense to try to keep her reasonably happy. Inevitably, having been without a sex partner for months he came first, emptying himself into the condom with a groan. He carefully extracted his prick from her pussy and took off the condom.

"You didn't come, did you?"

"That doesn't matter."

"Yes it does; it matters to me." He bent down between her legs and began to lick. He had often done this for his wife so he knew his way about the geography. His finger slid into Shahana's juicy slot and curled up to find her G-spot. He could feel her excitement growing and her hips moving faster as she approached her peak.

"Ahhh... Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Mark relaxed and watched her as she recovered. "Good," he smiled.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that. I would still want to leave with you anyway."

Mark smiled at her. "I prefer contented concubines. Anyway, I like eating pussy." He paused, "The bathroom is back down the passage if you need it. After you have finished there go into the sitting room, get dressed and wait for me. We need to talk."

She was dressed and waiting expectantly on the settee when Mark entered. He smiled and said, "I will take you and your two younger children as we..."

Shahana interrupted, "Thank you, thank you. You are a good man."

"First I need to see your CAP card again." Mark produced a Confederacy card reader. He looked in more detail at Shahana's results. She was good on nurturing/mothering, reasonable at sex and leadership and good at following orders. She had low initiative and not much aggression, except where her family was involved. Not a bad combination for a boss concubine. "Those scores are good for what I want." He handed her card back to her and inserted his own card into the reader. He passed it across to her. "You deserve a chance to see what I am like." He briefly explained how to use the reader to drill down to see the detail of his scores.

She could see why he had problems with joining the military, he did not like following orders. He was fine at giving them but not at following them, especially if he did not agree with them. His sex score was no great shakes and he was not the best father in the world. Middling on aggression and empathy but good on initiative and intelligence. He was not Mr. Right, but he would certainly do as Mr. Compromise. "Thank you for letting me see that. It helped me." She handed him back his CAP card and the reader. "How did you get hold of that? Isn't it a Confederacy thing?"

"I asked them for one, and after a little persuasion they lent it to me. I will have to return it when I am picked up. Please do not tell anyone else that I have it. If you do I will leave you behind."

"I won't tell anyone." Shahana had a thought, "Will I have to follow you around everywhere so I can be sure of being picked up with you?"

"No, I am making different arrangements. Anyway, before we leave I need three more female concubines and I would like your help selecting them." Shahana looked puzzled. Mark continued, "I want to have a group of concubines who get on well with each other as well as with me. If you help me pick them then you can tell me if they will all get on with each other and with you. From your CAP numbers you have the makings of a good chief concubine, so we will need women who can follow your orders as well as mine. I also want some genetic diversity, we already have European and South Asian between us. Ideally I would need one of East Asian descent, one of African descent and one duplicate, preferably African. Could you help me with that?"

"There is a group of us 'Arabian Widows' who get together sometimes. Our husbands are all trapped in the Middle East. I could ask them."

"Ask discreetly, I do not want a mob beating down my door trying to get off the planet. I suppose they are mostly Muslims?"

"I think they all are. The non-Muslim men seem to have got out."

"Obviously I do not have a problem with Muslim women," he smiled at her, "but I don't want any fanatics. No niqabs and no burqas; a headscarf like yours is fine or no head covering at all. I want women who can make compromises when necessary, not like the God-squad ranter at the airport. They are going to have to have sex with me after all."

"I will bear that in mind. What ages do you want?"

"I want two mothers, say twenty five to forty, who can look after children. With you already picked that makes one more mother to find. Also two younger women, fourteen to about twenty. I don't mind if they are mothers as well, but it is not compulsory for them. Looks are not important as they can be changed; personality is more important."

"So that is one other mother and two younger women," she confirmed, "One East Asian and if possible two Africans. Two Africans might be difficult, most of us are Bangladeshi or Pakistani. There are a few Malays I can think of for the East Asian."

"That seems OK, just do your best," said Mark. "Any questions?"

"You said that you were making arrangements for the pickup. What was that about?"

"I am not completely sure yet. I do know that after an extraction like at the airport they do some small extractions to pick up children. I am trying to get them to do an extra small extraction for my group. I could get everyone together at a prearranged place and time. I am having an e-mail discussion with the Confederacy about it."

Shahana thought, "Mohammed, my eldest, could do that. I know he has already picked one of his cousins and he is worried about their not being together when an extraction happens."

"Give me his e-mail address. I think I can get the Confederacy to contact him to make arrangements."