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A Story in The Swarm Cycle Universe
A Piece of my
Imagination
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The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories manufactured
around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog positing an alien
invasion and Earth's reaction. The intent is for this to be a
multi-author universe similar to the popular Naked In School stories.
If you're a budding author of erotica or sci-fi and see something
here that strikes your fancy, pop over to the Author's
Page for more info on what's going on here and how to submit a
story for this collection. The rest of you are probably here to read,
so...
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
©
2007 Duke of Ramus.
All rights reserved.
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The Swarm Cycle Universe
Copyright © 2007
The Thinking Horndog
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"Jimmy, get a move on will you,"
yelled Margaret Walton, "we've got to be at the test centre in
an hour."
James Reginald Walton, the Jimmy in
question, rolled over and looked at the clock. Eight twenty-two in
the morning on the last Friday of the holidays and his mother wanted
him up. He shook his head as he slowly crawled from under the warm
quilt and looked around his large bedroom. His clothes were scattered
around in the usual haphazard fashion waiting for Pamela to sort the
mess out. Various books and magazines -- on topics as diverse as
computers and aliens -- competed for shelf and desk space with the
trophies he'd won for high board diving, in other words a typical
adolescents bedroom.
As his brain got into gear Jimmy
started to think about the rest of the day, the major part of which
was going to be taken up by the Government ordered CAP testing. His
Capacity, Aptitude and Potential testing -- to see how much use he
was to the human race -- or so the Government would have you believe.
Which was not what his mother called it, she was convinced it was
some sort of breeding project the Western governments had concocted
to defeat the onrush of foreigners into the country. His mother was
pretty vague about who those foreigners where and why they wanted to
come into the country but she stuck by her principles on the
matter.
Jimmy shook his head as he headed for the shower,
his mother had many strange ideas like that, 'probably as a result of
losing dad' he thought. Having to do his CAP test today was a case in
point, the Government had decreed that everyone would be tested in
their fourteenth year and most teenagers did it as near to their
fourteenth birthday as possible, it marked a passage from childhood
to adulthood in the new era. His mother had insisted that he should
leave it until the last possible day -- which was today -- as
tomorrow was his fifteenth birthday.
As he towelled off
his hair his mind went back to the upcoming CAP testing and his
decision to volunteer for service in the Confederacy, a decision he
hadn't told his mother about and one that was likely to cause a major
breach when she found out. 'It didn't matter,' he thought, 'the
Sa'arm are real, no matter what mom thinks and I'm going to fight
them.' He'd already composed the letter requesting a slot as a
fighter pilot and as soon as he had his score he was sending it off,
the thought of not qualifying never entered his head.
Finally
dressed Jimmy joined his mother in the kitchen, were she was giving
instructions to Pamela, their maid, "and make sure that his
bedroom is tidied up. He's made a right mess of it again." Jimmy
smiled at Pam over his mothers shoulder. Pamela was kind of cute --
if a little slow -- and she'd been helping his mother for the last
four years, ever since his dad had died, and was almost part of the
family. She and Jimmy got on well, usually because they were both
trying to limit the silliness that Margaret Walton inflicted on the
pair of them.
Realising that her son had arrived Margaret
picked up her handbag and headed for the door, "Come on slow
coach," she said expecting him to follow. Jimmy raised his
eyebrows at Pamela and followed his mothers, admittedly, cute bum out
of the door and across to her five series BMW.
Margaret
was thirty-seven years old and for the last four years seemed to have
regressed to thinking she was twenty again. Her mode of dress and
mannerisms were all those of a young woman from nearly twenty years
ago which didn't mesh well with her real age and appearance, at least
facially. The one advantage, as far as Jimmy was concerned, was that
his mother insisted on wearing fitted skirts and high heels which
presented her best feature superbly, unfortunately Jimmy was a
devoted tit man and his mother was pretty short in that
department.
The journey to the testing centre was fairly
short and when his mother started on about what a palaver this
testing was, Jimmy tuned her out and idle watched the world go by,
dreaming of flying a fighter in the defence of the world.
---oOo---
The CAP testing centre for their area was located in
an old classroom of a disused infants school, the former playground
giving ample parking for the parents of those undergoing testing.
Margaret Walton carefully parked her car well away from all the other
vehicles and got out of the drivers door as Jimmy hopped out of the
passenger side.
"Mom, you don't need to come,"
Jimmy complained, "I can do this on my own."
Margaret
flushed at her son's tone, "You're not the only one being tested
Jimmy," she said, surprising him. "The Government’s
order applies to everyone and I haven't been tested yet either.
Philip tells me I'll get into trouble if I'm not tested, just as much
as I would for not getting you tested." Philip was the solicitor
who'd taken care of things when Jimmy's dad had died.
The
noise that Jimmy produced was inarticulate, which was probably just
as well because if he'd managed to say what he was thinking his
mother would have been shocked and displeased. Biting his tongue
Jimmy led the way into the testing centre and after a couple of turns
was confronted by a middle aged woman wearing a bright badge that
proclaimed she had a CAP score of six point nine. "Good
morning," she purred, "what can I do for you?"
"We've
appointments for testing, Margaret and James Walton." said his
mother sternly.
The receptionist glanced at the screen
before her, "Uhmm, yes, Mrs Walton," she looked up, "if
you'd go along to door number four, which is in that direction,"
she indicated a corridor to the left, "someone will guide you
through the testing process." She glanced back at her screen
then up at Jimmy, "and you young man are in room nine, which is
off that way," she said indicating the opposite direction to his
mother.
Jimmy glanced at his mother, who was starting to
look apprehensive. Jimmy smiled, "I'll see you back here when
we've finished mom, good luck," he said brightly, before turning
and walking off in the direction indicated.
The door to
room nine was ajar -- so when Jimmy knocked it opened on its own --
the screen on the wall opposite the door lit up and a voice intoned,
"Come in James Walton, take a seat in front of the screen and
relax for a moment."
Jimmy, his own apprehension
becoming a physical thing in his stomach, edged into the empty room.
"AI?" he asked diffidently.
"Correct,"
replied the voice, "please take a seat and we will begin the
Capacity, Aptitude and Potential testing."
Jimmy
settled into the nice, leather chair positioned directly in front of
the screen and tried to relax. The AIs voice began an introduction
that seemed to drone on and on. Jimmy became aware, peripherally, of
different images appearing on the screen and his own voice responding
to questions being put to him.
He blinked at the screen
that seemed to be fading to grey, "Thank you for your patience,
your ID card is currently being fabricated and will be delivered to
you shortly. If your score his sufficient would you be willing to
volunteer for service in the Armed Forces of the Confederacy?"
Jimmy
was confused, was the test over, how had he done. "I, uhmm, that
is, Yes, yes I would like to volunteer. I want to be a fighter
pilot," he burbled.
The voice came back, "Please
confirm that James Reginald Walton wishes to volunteer for service in
the Armed Forces of the Confederacy, as a fighter pilot by
preference."
"Yes," said Jimmy, firmly this
time.
"Thank you," the voice said. "Where
possible, your stated preferences will be taken into consideration
when allocating Confederacy service." There was a pause, then,
"Your ID card is now ready for collection at the reception
desk," and with that simple statement the screen went
blank.
Jimmy rested for a minute, confused, had he
actually volunteered or did it all depend on his score? Springing to
his feet he made his way to the reception desk where the woman was
waiting for him, "Congratulations James, here's your card,"
she said pushing a piece of laminated plastic across the
counter.
Jimmy took the proffered card and looked for the
big number, the one that really counted as far as the world was
concerned.
Seven point three!
He grinned like a
madman and only just refrained himself from dancing around, the woman
smiled at him. "Feels good doesn't it?" she asked,
fingering her own badge.
"Oh yes," he breathed,
then thought of his mother, "How did..." he tapered
off.
The woman's face clouded over, "Not as well,
unfortunately," she said, but before they could go into any
details Jimmy heard the clip clop of his mothers heels on the tiled
floor. Margaret didn't say a word, just held out her hand and
accepted the lump of plastic that the receptionist offered her, after
a quick glance she dropped it in her handbag and glanced at her son.
"Come on then Jimmy, we need to get a present for your
Aunt."
With barely a backwards glance his mother set
off for her BMW, Jimmy shrugged to the receptionist and followed his
mother out into the sunlight, his happiness tarnished by his mothers
attitude.
---oOo---
'Happy Birthday', thought Jimmy sarcastically, as he
crossed the grass verge next to his mother, the pair of them
approaching the small marquee with the happy birthday banners strung
up outside it.
Jimmy and his Aunt Maureen shared a
birthday and whilst it was his fifteenth it was also her fortieth.
Being as this was considered special by the family, they and her
friends had organised a party for her at the Merryweather hotel. The
hotel had large gardens and erected numerous marquees throughout them
and it was one of these that was hosting his Aunts party.
Jimmy
was miffed for two reasons, the first was fairly obvious, he would
have much preferred to be having a party with his own friends rather
than with a bunch of middle aged boring old farts. The other was much
more subtle and was aimed squarely at his mother, not once since
they'd been tested had she asked how he'd done. Nor had she given him
a chance to edge the subject into conversation and it was niggling
him, as was her reluctance to talk about her score.
As he
approached the marquee he could hear the music from the slightly
larger tent across the lawn and briefly wondered if he'd be able to
sneak over there later. Entering the tent he was greeted by a squeal
as his Aunt spotted him and rushed to embrace him. Jimmy grinned at
the over the top manner of his mother’s eldest sister, she
always did try to be flamboyant and as she hugged him and kissed him
on both cheeks he felt himself blushing. Just as she was pulling back
from him she gave his bum a squeeze that really caused him to
blush.
"Auntie," he exclaimed.
Maureen
bent down and threw her arms around him before whispering in his ear,
"Sorry you've been dragged along to this," she said, "I'm
sure we'd both rather be somewhere else."
He grinned
up at the woman as the two of them separated.
Margaret,
spoke up then, "Maureen, Happy birthday, this is for you,"
she said as she pushed a small, neatly wrapped package, towards her
sister.
"Thanks, Sis," Maureen said, "Why
don't you go and get a drink and I'll see you both later."
Jimmy
meandered around the tent, speaking to a few of the people he knew,
his grandparents, his Uncle Phil and the odd person who'd been a
family friend for sometime. He'd managed to get a drink, in part
thanks to the changes in attitude because of the approach of the
Sa'arm. When the age of consent for sex had dropped to fourteen, many
of the other age barred activities had followed suit, if not in law
at least in practise, drinking had been one of them.
Jimmy
drifted outside to get a bit of fresh air and to cast an eyeball over
the other party, which was proving to be a bit of a noisy affair. He
sat on a convenient crate and watched the far tent in the falling
light of dusk, puzzled as people would dash out, rush round and then
run back inside.
Fascinated Jimmy rose and slowly drifted
across the intervening space, unaware that his mother was looking for
him. He reached the entrance and plonked himself down on a convenient
plant holder to watch and learn. His mother, who'd spotted him as he
crossed the lawn came bearing down on him at a much faster rate than
he'd moved, intent on dragging her wayward son back to her sisters
party where he belonged.
Jimmy spotted his mother and
cringed, just what he needed, he thought, another scene. He rose to
his feet as his mother reached him preparing himself for the tongue
lashing to come. So focused were the two of them on each other that
neither of the Waltons spotted the four Marines who stepped out of
the glowing terminus of the transporter field a few yards behind
them.
Before Margaret could say anything a beefy arm
gathered her up and almost carried her inside the tent, Jimmy, his
mouth flapping around, half stumbled along with the group, the speed
of the pickup and the large size of their assailants put a stop to
any sort of protest. By the time Jimmy had overcome his surprise at
being manhandled he'd been presented with another, the people pushing
him around were Confederacy Space Marines.
From his new
position by the door Jimmy was able to watch as one Marine moved
around the outside of the tent and took up position to block the rear
entrance. The second Marine moved over to where the DJ had his
equipment set up and looked back, waiting for some command.
Jimmy
clearly heard the Marine who had his arm around his mother say "Now,"
and everything changed. The music died and a strange grey colour cast
covered the tent, the Marine with his mother let her go and stepped
forward, fiddling with his collar as he did so.
His voice
boomed out over his amplifier rig, " Good evening, Ladies and
Gentlemen, please remain where you are for a moment while I explain
what is going on here. My name is Paul Robinson and I'm a Lieutenant
in the Confederacy Space Marines, I and my team are here to carry out
the extraction of volunteers who wish to serve the Confederacy and as
I'm sure you are aware they will be given the opportunity to take a
certain number of individuals along with them."
Around
the tent people stared, open mouthed at his words.
---oOo---
Lieutenant Robinson stepped forward urging those close
to him to move backwards, his presence clearing an area around the
entrance as he did so. "We'll accomplish this in three simple
stages," he announced, "first of all we'll get the
volunteers up here and check them off against our pickup list. Then
we'll sort out those who would like to go with them from those who
are happy to stay behind and let our volunteers make their decisions,
and finally we will all leave and allow you to continue with your
party."
Jimmy and his mother had been moving steadily
away from the entrance as the Lieutenant had been talking, now they
came to a halt and waited to see what happened.
"Sergeant
Culpepper, if you please."
"Sir, according to
our scans we have six volunteers in the uhmm," the Sergeant
glanced around and chuckled, "tent. The first is Felicity
Kendal, so if she could make your way up here we'll get this show
started."
A slightly chubby brunette in a lemon party
frock rose and self consciously made her way forward.
"Thank
you," said the Sergeant after checking her ID card. "Philip
Munroe, if you please."
A middle aged, slightly
balding man stood and moved forward. As he did so Margaret Walton
tried to edge further to the side and take Jimmy with her but the
young man stood his ground, keeping her in place as well.
The
Sergeant looked up once more, "Adrian Childs," he called
out.
Another middle aged man stood though this one had a
full head of hair, he was however decidedly over weight.
"Jimmy,"
Margaret hissed at her son, but he ignored her, fascinated at what
was going on.
"Thomas Moore," called out
Sergeant Culpepper.
A cheer went up from the back of the
room and a young man strode confidently forward. The sergeant greeted
him with a smile and checked his ID card.
He checked the
list again and called out, "Donald Formby."
A
tall, grey haired gentleman stood up slowly and, after releasing a
grey haired woman's hand, moved carefully forward.
"Thank
you sir," acknowledged the sergeant, "and finally can we
have James Walton."
"Yes!" hissed Jimmy as
he started to move towards the sergeant. Behind him his mother
whimpered, "No," and collapsed back onto a convenient chair
as her only son strode off to war.
Sergeant Culpepper
grinned as he took Jimmy's ID card and checked it against his list.
"That's all of them, Sir," he announced.
"Thank
you, Sergeant," said the Lieutenant before turning back to the
majority of the people. "If those of you who wish to be
considered as concubines could come forward it would make it easier
for everyone, as would having your ID cards handy."
"OK
ladies and gentlemen a few points, you've probably heard them all
already but I'll just run through them again to make sure," said
the Lieutenant, "First, if you are declining from putting
yourself forward for medical reasons you need to remember that we now
have systems that can cure most of your problems. If you're not sure
just check with one of the Marines and they'll let you know if its a
stopper or not." He looked around for a moment, "Second,
the Sa'arm invasion of Earth is still on so the best chance for the
human race is to get as many people away from Earth and have them
breed, which is what you will be doing if you are picked. This has
good and bad points, colonising a new planet is hard and often dirty
but that in itself can be rewarding and you don't have to worry about
how many babies you drop because you'll be put back together after
each one."
"Third, for those of you who are
married this can be a quickie divorce. If you step forward and a
volunteer picks you that's it, your marriage is over. If you have
children and they're under fourteen you can ask your sponsor to take
them with you. Please note, it is your sponsor that decides whether
the kids are picked up or not, not the other way around." The
Lieutenant took a sip of what looked like water before continuing,
"Finally the hard part, you will have no rights at all. You will
belong to your sponsor and what they say is law, if they want to
breed you to the hump backed dwarf next door it is going to happen.
Refuse and you're out and concubines without a sponsor are recycled
and believe me, that is as bad as it sounds." The Marine took
another sip of his drink and said, "Now that you've got the
basics it's time for you to make that decision, please keep the noise
down but move to the area you want to be in." People began to
move, some towards the Marines and a few others attempting to get as
far away from the proceedings as possible.
Whilst this
had been going on Sergeant Culpepper had pulled the volunteers
together and began his own briefing. "The LT there is giving
them the standard briefing, it should put them all in the right frame
of mind for what's going to happen next." He looked each of the
volunteers in the eye, "This is not going to be pleasant,
everyone here knows that you are their ticket off this planet and
some of them are going to become pretty aggressive, we will keep them
in line, so don't worry about that too much. On the other hand you
need to keep in mind what you are selecting for, these people are
going to keep your home running, they're going to produce and raise
your children and offer you comfort when you're there."
"It
is slavery," he emphasised, "and no matter what you think
of the institution it is how you're going to be living for the
foreseeable future. If some woman -- or man," he said with a nod
to Felicity, "drops your trousers and dives in there you do not
have to take them with you -- even if you enjoy it," he
concluded with a smile.
He checked his list for a moment
before continuing, "Felicity, with your CAP score you get to
pick four, as do you James. The rest of you can take a pair so I'd
suggest that you give it a couple of minutes thought and then we'll
get the selection process on the road." He paused for a moment
before speaking directly to Felicity, "If you need any advice go
and speak to Emily," he said indicating a big female Marine,
"she can give you an insight into things from the female
perspective."
The volunteers milled around for a few
minutes as the Lieutenant finished his speech and then approached the
crowd.
---oOo---
'This is one hell of a birthday present,' thought
Jimmy, not catching how his opinion had changed in the last twenty
minutes. What caused the change of heart was watching various women
preparing themselves for the selection process, more than a third of
the women who'd stepped forward were pulling off their clothes, be it
blouses, dresses or bras, a couple were even going the whole hog and
stripping down before they'd even been approached.
Only
the thought that his mother was out there somewhere -- watching him
-- kept Jimmy from dribbling and probably coming in his pants. At
fifteen -- just -- he was not experienced with the opposite sex in
any way, his only exposure to the female form was through the
internet and the odd illicit magazine he'd been able to get hold of.
None of which was a good basis for picking his future partners.
When
the Lieutenant bid them begin Jimmy stayed off to one side as the
older volunteers headed straight for the crowd. Only the presence of
the Marines and their stingers kept the potential sponsors from being
mobbed. Jimmy watched -- open mouthed -- as Philip Monroe walked down
the line and simply lifted the tits of each woman he came to and had
a good feel.
Donald Formby, the old guy walked back to his
table and pulled his -- presumably -- wife up by the hand and
whispered something in her ear. He then returned to the Sergeant and
Jimmy, who hadn't moved far yet, heard him explain that his wife was
going to choose their partner.
Jimmy slowly drifted over
to the bar, more to keep out of every ones way than anything else and
watched along with the barmaid as the circus developed. Granting the
barmaid a quick glance Jimmy surprised himself and asked her, "How
come you're not out there?"
"What's the point,"
she said, "I can't compete with that sort of young stuff,"
she indicated a red head -- who must have been about nineteen -- and
was currently bent over a table holding the cheeks of her bum wide
open so that Adrian Childs could have a good look. "I find it
hard enough to come to work in a top like this," she said,
fingering the side of a black halter necked blouse. "My boobs
are practically falling out of the damn thing all the time and nobody
other than me seems to notice or care."
That simple
statement pulled Jimmy's attention from the antics in front of the
bar to the woman behind it, he looked her over and was pleasantly
surprised with what he saw. She was younger than his mom and still
had wrinkle free skin surround a pair of light blue eyes, her hair
was light and judging by her eyebrows its colour came out of a bottle
and the simple hair style framed an above average face without hiding
it. The black top she'd gone on about covered her ample but slightly
sagging boobs but you could tell that any sort of movement would
entice the observer to pay closer attention.
Jimmy raised
his eyes and was greeted by a friendly -- if knowing -- smile. He
blushed before asking, "All that talks fine but would you want
to go if some one offered to take you?"
"Yes,"
she stated firmly, "especially if I could take my little girl
with me, she's the one thing I worry about all the time."
"So
what's your name?" Jimmy asked, on a roll for the first time in
his life.
"Bridget," the barmaid answered and
then confused him by adding, "and I've heard all the jokes about
midgets."
"Well Bridget," said Jimmy,
placing both hands on the bar, "why don't you show me your
tits."
"Now why would I want to do that?"
asked Bridget, looking cross for the first time.
"Because
if you do I'll take you with me," said Jimmy.
The
woman behind the bar looked at the boy before her and then back
towards the Marines by the entrance; Jimmy saw realisation sparkle in
her eyes as she fathomed his identity. Jimmy held his finger to his
lips for silence when it looked like she was going to yell or
something and waited. Bridget settled down and looked at Jimmy, still
standing and waiting across the bar -- it was only when he stared
pointedly at her chest that she remembered what he'd asked. She
grabbed the sides of her top and literally ripped it open, her free
swinging breasts slithered into view and Jimmy had to close his eyes
and swallow to contain himself.
"Thanks, Bridget,"
Jimmy said, his eyes still shut. "I think you have to go over
and wait by the Sergeant now."
He heard some movement
and was then surprised as a kiss was placed on his forehead, a
whispered "Thank you," told him who'd kissed him and then
he was alone again.
---oOo---
When Jimmy had got his breathing back under control he
looked around the room and found that an orgy was just about in full
swing, or that is what it looked like to him. Felicity Kendle -- the
only female volunteer -- was the instigator of this in that she'd
come up with a novel way of picking a man to accompany her, she'd got
them fucking perspective women concubines and was giving them a score
out of ten. This allowed five men -- who may have had a shot at her
-- going flat out on five women who they would normally have never
been allowed near. Whether it was a good or bad method of selection
was moot, but it was certainly entertaining for all those
watching.
Amongst those looking on were a couple of women
who'd come forward and then been moved off to one side by events.
Looking at them Jimmy decided it must have been a race thing because
as far as he could tell from this side of the room, even in the dull
light, one of them was beautiful and the other didn't seem that bad.
He glanced at the bar and emboldened by his success decided to go and
take a look at what was on offer.
Despite the fact that
his name had been called out and he'd paraded in front of everyone
only minutes before nobody seemed interested in him. The other
volunteers were nearly being mobbed but he was able to move freely
around the room, which he found surprising but he put it down to his
age.
Looking at the two women up close Jimmy could see
that the older of the pair was not that bad looking, but she paled
when compared with the younger one. This olive skinned beauty could
have held her own in any company and she was more than enough to get
Jimmy moving. Sliding closer to the women he coughed lightly to get
their attention, which it did, if not in the way he'd hoped.
"Go
away," the older woman said forcefully, "we're having
enough trouble getting these white men to look at us as it is without
you hanging around and getting in the way."
Before he
could respond to this bitter attack the other woman got that knowing
look in her eye and jumped into the conversation, "Wilma,"
she hissed, "he's one of the volunteers."
Without
even looking Wilma ranted, "No way Ulya, he's just a kid out to
look at your tits." Which finally sank whatever chances she'd
had of Jimmy picking her.
"Wrong," said Jimmy as
he turned his full attention to the younger woman, "So Ulya, was
it, why don't you tell me about yourself and why I should take you
with me." Jimmy settled himself down to listen to her answer and
admire the view at the same time.
"You got the first
bit right," she started slowly, "my name is Ulya." She
waved her arms up and down, indicating her body, "I'm of mixed
race as you can probably tell. My mother is a Filipino and my father
was originally from the Caribbean but lives here now. I've got a CAP
score of five point two and," she stroked her covered breasts,
"all the other numbers you can see."
Which was
true, thought Jimmy. Ulya was wearing a very thin, almost stocking
like top through which her firm breasts and dark nipples could
clearly be seem. The black short-shorts she had on had to have been
fitted by a spray painter, they were that tight and the little ankle
boots, again in black, completed the outfit.
Jimmy looked
up into a set of dark, pleading eyes and asked, "Would you
object to stripping for me?"
"Not at all,"
she responded, reaching for the bottom of her top immediately.
As
Ulya removed her clothes Wilma stood there heaping abuse onto Jimmy,
the Confederacy, extractions and anything else that came to mind.
When she started hurling insults at her former friend Jimmy turned to
shut her up, Wilma pulled back her arm as his face came into view,
clearly aiming to slap him.
An irritating buzzing noise
and the hairs standing up on the back of his neck was the only
warning that Jimmy got as Wilma collapsed like a sack of spuds to the
floor. Spinning around Jimmy was greeted by the grinning face of
Sergeant Culpepper who, like a gunfighter of old, was blowing
imaginary smoke from the barrel of his stinger.
The final
damning comment came from a now naked Ulya, "Serves her right,"
was all she said as she slipped in close to Jimmy and safety.
---oOo---
As Jimmy escorted Ulya to join Bridget, Sergeant
Culpepper offered them a few words of commentary on the proceedings,
"Look at those idiots," he said indicating the volunteers
who were milling around amongst the potential concubines, "they're
picking women on what they look like now -- stupid fools -- they can
make her look like anything they want once they've got her."
"So
what should they be doing?" asked Jimmy, puzzled.
"Pick'em
based on skills or obedience," he said. "Look at that group
over there," he indicated a small cluster of women, "Two of
them were naked before these bozos were even turned loose, I bet
they'd do anything you want for a chance to get off this planet, but
are they going to get an offer. No!" he stormed, "And why,
because they ain't pretty at this moment in time. After a day in a
med. chamber they could look like Gods gift and be thankful for it,
instead these idiots are going to end up with a load of toffee nosed
have it all's who will balk at the first sign of real work."
Fuming, the sergeant left Jimmy with his women and
drifted over to his boss, who was studying a hand-held pad and
apparently talking to himself.
Jimmy looked over the crowd
and pondered what the Sergeant had been saying. His thoughts were
interrupted by Ulya, "He's right you know," she said. "I
know I'm pretty but people always threw my race back in my face so I
managed to keep my feet on the ground." Bridget, who'd joined
them in the middle of the rant, nodded her agreement. "But a lot
of my white friends believed that their looks should be enough to get
by on and got sulky when things didn't go the way they
expected."
"So you think I should go and have a
look at the sergeants group then?" he asked.
The
women exchanged glances and seemed to converse without a word being
spoken, they looked at him and nodded in unison.
"OK,"
said Jimmy, "I'll be back in a minute."
He
headed for the indicated group and half way there realised that --
for the first time this evening -- his approach was being watched as
a potential sponsor. The group opened up, giving each woman in it
room to present herself, without allowing any of the other applicants
to steal their own limelight.
Looking at them, Jimmy
realised that he didn't know were to start. He glanced back over his
shoulder at the two women he'd already picked and inspiration struck,
he'd got a blond and a brunette, he'd go for a red head.
He
scanned the women and only two came close to his new selection
criteria, the first was plump and had strawberry blond hair and had
already dumped her blouse and bra, the other was skinny and had
vaguely reddish-brown hair but was completely naked. Mentally tossing
a coin he walked straight up to the skinny girl and asked, "What's
your name?"
"Gail," came the response.
"OK
Gail, let me see your ID card," he said holding out his
hand.
The girl reached over and plucked her card from the
top of a pile of clothes and handed it over. Jimmy gave it a quick
glance, noting the score of four point two before asking, "Why
should I take you with me?"
He watched as the girl
swallowed, then in a quiet voice she said, "Because I'll do
anything you want me to."
"Anything?" asked
Jimmy, his eyebrows rising.
"Anything," said
Gail, nodding for emphasis.
"Suck my cock!" said
Jimmy, surprising himself with the order, then realised that it
wasn't anything original or outrageous.
Before he could
change his mind Gail had sunk to her knees and was reaching for his
trousers. Jimmy got caught up in indecision, should he let her, could
he stop her, before he could make up his mind what to do she'd got
his fly open and his hard cock was out and about.
She
didn't hesitate for a second and Jimmy found his nearly six inches of
rock hard -- and primed -- cock disappearing into a warm, willing
mouth for the first time in his life. Her tongue tickled the
underside of his cockhead and -- as if she'd pulled a trigger -- he
was firing shot after shot of hot spunk down her throat.
The
only thing that stopped him collapsing was the back of a convenient
chair. He rested there fiddling with the ID card he still had in his
hand as Gail, still on her knees, looked up at him with puppy dog
eyes. Recovering slightly, and fighting for time, Jimmy asked, "And
what else would you do?"
"As I said before,"
said Gail licking her lips, "anything. You want it and I'll do
it."
"Such as?" asked Jimmy, finding it
hard to imagine what she would do.
"You want me
licking one of the women you've already picked, I'm there," she
said. "Want to see a kinky show, I'm your leading lady,"
she paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Want to see
me having sex with a donkey, then go find a donkey."
Jimmy
could feel his eyes getting bigger as Gail continued.
"Anything
you can think of, I'm up for," she said. "Say it and I'll
be doing it, no matter what it is."
Pure testosterone
was driving Jimmy now, Gail had promised him anything and his young
mind decided that was enough. "Right," he said, "you're
in. Come and meet the other two."
He turned to rejoin
Bridget and Ulya and was surprised -- again -- when Gail just moved
forward onto all fours and crawled across the room, trailing him like
a bitch in heat.
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Jimmy made slow progress, limiting his speed to that
which Gail seemed comfortable with, he was sure that if it hadn't
been for the sexual goings on around him he'd have been the centre of
attention, just the thought of which had him bright red. As it was,
he was half way back to the entrance before he remembered that his
prick was still sticking out of the front of his trousers, his
ensuing panic and twisting around ensured that everyone looking knew
exactly what he'd been up to.
When he reached Bridget and
Ulya he turned to Gail, "OK, you can get up now," he said.
After she'd got to her feet he handed back her ID card and introduced
her to his first two picks. "I've got one more slot so have you
any suggestions as to what I need now?" he asked.
The
three women were quiet, "No, oh well, I suppose I'll have to try
a lucky dip," said Jimmy.
Sergeant Culpepper screwed
up his face and asked, "Want a piece of advice, kid?"
"Sure,"
said Jimmy ignoring the kid comment, a glance at Gail reminded him of
how well the big Marines earlier advice had gone down.
"Get
a mommy," the Marine suggested.
"A mommy,"
exclaimed Jimmy, starting to worry.
The sergeant fished
out a magnifier of some type and held out his hand to Gail, "Give
me your ID card," he demanded, she dropped it in his hand with
no fuss. Carefully he placed the two together, ensuring they were
aligned and then called Jimmy closer.
"As you can
see, she's got a top line score of four point two, these figures here
are the individual break downs." The sergeant smiled, "If
we were working on pure sex drive she'd be a seven point one,"
which caused Gail to go red, "but her maternal scores are only
two point four. What you need," he said, indicating the area on
the card, "is to get someone with a high score there, to look
after all the babies you'll be making with these women." The
sergeant looked Jimmy in the eye, "It would be more fun if she
was a fuck bunny too, but that's up to you."
Jimmy
thought hard for a moment, then started to scan the crowd, his eyes
narrowing as he did so. There was a mommy out there, a mommy who'd
done a pretty decent job of bringing up her kid. Now if only he could
find her...
Jimmy spotted his prey and headed off into the
maelstrom once more and for the first time this evening he had a
single specific target in mind. Approaching the middle aged woman he
held out his hand, "Show me your ID card."
The
woman looked at him and then at his hand, before returning her eyes
to his face. She shook her head negatively.
"Now,
mother!" Jimmy demanded of the woman who'd raised him.
Margaret
Walton opened her handbag and fished out the incriminating card and
handed it over to her son. Glancing at it Jimmy saw that his mother
had rated a six point one, a very good score in itself. He attached
the reader and looked at the scores the sergeant had pointed out and
wasn't surprised to find a score of six point nine. Temptation proved
too much for the young man and he scrolled across to the sex drive
scores and was flabbergasted to find that they were seven point two.
He looked his mother over in new light, yes she had a smashing
figure, if a little light in the chest department but could that body
really be hiding such a high sex drive?
He glanced at
some of the other scores and, though he didn't know what they were
for, he knew enough maths to realise that one point eights and two
point threes would drag the average down.
He looked his
mother over and thought of the sergeants final comment. "Take
your clothes off, mother," Jimmy instructed looking her firmly
in the eye.
Margaret wrapped her arms around her upper
body and wailed, "I can't Jimmy, I'm your mother."
Jimmy
stood taller and after glancing around he began pressurising the
older woman, "Mother, you're sat with those people who want to
be picked up, if you really didn't want a chance to escape you'd have
moved away." Jimmy braced himself before speaking firmly,
"You're wrong about saying you can't Margaret," he said
using his mothers given name for the first time, "what you
should be thinking is that Jimmy is my way off this planet and I
should be doing as he asks. It really is that simple Margaret, obey
me now and you can join me wherever I go, disobey and you'll be
staying here and facing what ever is coming."
Jimmy
waited, watching as various emotions played across his mothers face,
fear and uncertainty being the easiest to identify but some of them
he didn't have a clue about..
"Do this now Margaret
and you'll get to see my children," said Jimmy, "your
grandchildren," he added for emphasis, "you'll get to hold
them, cuddle them, play with them as they grow up." More harshly
he finished, "Fail and you'll be left here, alone."
Almost
of their own accord Margaret felt her fingers start to open the
buttons of her blouse, slowly at first but soon nearly ripping them
in there haste to remove the garment, the bra that was revealed was a
pretty, lacy affair in grey that -- on her --was purely for
decoration, her A cup tits needing no support.
Margaret
was forced to stand to deal with the narrow skirt she wore -- the
zip, positioned at the back proved difficult for her nervous fingers
to handle and the material seemed to be stuck to her body every inch
of its length as she forced it downwards.
Finally
it was pooled around her ankles, revealing ten denier tights and a
pair of grey knickers that matched the lacy bra. The tights proved to
be to difficult to remove properly so they were shredded as, sobbing,
Margaret pulled them away from her body, actually falling back onto
the chair to deal with her shoes.
Wearing just a bra and
knickers she hesitated, looking up at her son for mercy, but she was
disappointed. Jimmy was feeling powerful now and he really wanted to
see his mother naked, whatever the final cost.
"Keep
going Margaret, you're nearly there," he encouraged her. Around
them a silence had descended, most of the volunteers had finished
their selections and Felicity's mini-orgy had come to its natural end
leaving Jimmy and Margaret as the only show still going on. Neither
of them was aware of their audience though, caught up in the moment
as they were.
Twice Margaret reached up for her bra and,
at the last moment, let her hands fall back down to her sides. As her
hands rose for the third time Jimmy barked, "Now!" and her
hands snatched the flimsy thing straight over her head, much to her
surprise.
Her nipples, sticking out almost as much as her
tits, were rock hard. When Jimmy looked down at his mothers knickers
he realised that the dark patch wasn't part of the pattern but was
caused by the secretions from his mothers pussy, a sure sign that his
mother was sexually excited.
"One last step,
Margaret," Jimmy coaxed, "and we can leave
together."
Margaret closed her eyes but it didn't
stop a trail of tears from running over her cheeks. She slid her
fingers into the elastic holding her final piece of clothing in place
and wiggled them downwards, rocking her hips on the chair so the
knickers wouldn't get caught.
When they reached her ankles
she raised a leg, exposing herself briefly to her son, and plucked
the soft material free. Scrunching the knickers up in one hand she
rose to her feet and sobbed, loud enough for the entire tent to
hear.
Jimmy turned to the women he'd collected earlier and
beckoned them forward, "This is Margaret," he said by way
of introduction to the sobbing woman, "she's my mother, and
makes four."
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