Storiesonline.net ------- Freedom of Choice by Openbook Copyright© 2008 by Openbook ------- Description: A Swarm Cycle story...Best friends nearly all their lives, Queenie and Dave reach fork in the road that only one will agree to travel on. Codes: MF mf cons reluc ScFi poly 1st anal mastrb fist size mod ------- Some people will think I was crazy, and some others will think I just got really lucky. People who've known me for any length of time will know I'm not either one of those things. I am stubborn though, and I'll be the first one to admit it. I like to get my own way about things now too. So, whether or not I'm crazy, lucky, stubborn, or willful doesn't really matter. I'll tell you my story, then you can decide for yourselves what you think. I'd always felt that I was really lucky in one way. I met the girl I was positive I wanted to spend the rest of my life with at a very young age, we both were only four years old. Queenie and I were first introduced on an early fall morning when my mother enrolled me into Mrs. Castro's Nursery School. Queenie's real name is Regina Louise Castro, and I'm the one who first gave her the nickname, Queenie. That was maybe two or three weeks after we had first met. Queenie's mom owned and ran the nursery school. Mr. Castro had elected to remain behind in Cuba back when Queenie and her mom had gotten on a distant cousin's old fishing boat and hot footed it away from their soon to be former homeland. Queenie was only a few months old at the time. The Coast Guard had rescued the twenty two people on that old fishing boat just moments before it broke apart and sank. At the time the boat had first started sinking, it was only twenty three miles from the Florida coastline. Some of Mrs. Castro's Miami relatives had enough political pull to get the people at the local INS office to issue her one of those special green cards they have, the ones the State Department gives out to people who would probably be killed, or at least imprisoned for the rest of their lives, if they were to be sent back to wherever they'd been trying to escape from. As soon as she had legal resident status, Mrs. Castro moved out to California, filed for a divorce from Mr. Castro, then opened up her own children's nursery school. The money she needed to do all this came from the contents of this huge brownish green purse that she had brought with her on the boat. The purse had been made from the skin of a boa constrictor that Mrs. Castro's own mother had killed. The money she brought with her from Cuba, old American ten and twenty dollar bills, was the money that Mrs. Castro's mother and aunts had managed to squirrel away from their pre Fidel Castro (no relation) earnings as "hostesses" in some of the mob's gambling casinos in the wide open city of Havana, back in the 1950's. I met Queenie at her mother's nursery school, minutes after my mother had signed me in for my first day attending there. All the kids attending that school were outside in the school's small playground area, and Queenie came up to me and pushed me, and the tricycle I was then riding, over on our sides. While I was laying on the ground trying hard to keep from bawling, Queenie pulled the little trike upright, climbed up on the seat, and started peddling away from me. I'm not sure, but I think that was the actual moment when I first started loving her. What I do know for sure is that she and I were inseparable by the end of that first day. I think what appealed to her about me was the fact that I didn't cry, I didn't tell any of the staff about what she'd done, and, most importantly, I didn't try to retaliate. An hour after she had pushed me, I was sitting at one of the little tables they had in the school, trying to color on some pieces of scrap paper that one of the teachers had given me. Queenie took a seat in the little chair next to where I was sitting and put a brand new box of Crayola crayons in front of me. A big box, one of those sixty four different colors boxes, and she also brought her own scrap paper. For the rest of the day, she and I did everything together. When I had to go to the bathroom, in the early afternoon of that first day, it was Queenie who volunteered to show me where the boy's restroom was. Not only did she show me where to go, she came in with me and waited for me while I did my business. Neither of us saw anything out of the ordinary in her doing so, since we were only four years old, and still totally innocent. I nicknamed her Queenie because she always had to be the boss, the one in charge. She had told me that Regina, her real name, meant queen. It seemed to suit her too, and it wasn't long after that before everyone, even her mother, started calling her Queenie. Fast forward now about ten years, Queenie and I are in eighth grade, in Mrs. Jessup's class, and the teacher is explaining to the whole class about the Darjee's, the Sa'arm, the Confederacy, and CAP testing. It had only been a few months since the President had gone on the television to tell the American people the bad news about how the 'dickheads' (the Sa'arm) were going from planet to planet, killing everything in their path. He went on to explain about how the Confederacy Defense Forces were going to be composed only of volunteers from Earth. It was these volunteers who would be doing the actual fighting against the invaders. The other aliens that made up the membership of the Confederacy would be helping us by providing us with the advanced technology we'd need, but they wouldn't be taking any active part in any of the actual fighting. Our volunteers would be trying to either defeat the Sa'arm, or else trying to divert them away from attacking the Earth. The way he explained things, it didn't look all that promising for our planet. My mother had told me at the time not to worry about it because our Army would probably defeat those aliens before I was old enough to be drafted or volunteer. Mrs. Jessup was explaining to us that we'd have to get CAP cards just as soon as we reached the age of fourteen. Congress, the UN, or some other group had passed a whole bunch of new laws declaring that everyone aged fourteen and up would now be legal adults. All adults needed to be tested and issued a CAP card. Most of the kids in our class were already fourteen. Some were fifteen already. When Mrs. Jessup started explaining about Confederacy volunteers and extractions, including how all volunteers could pick from two to ten concubines to go with them, depending on how well they scored on their CAP tests, my ears certainly picked up. Later, as Mrs. Jessup was filling in all the details, like the lowest score you could receive to still qualify for extraction, which was a 6.5, or how each concubine had to do anything their qualifying sponsor told them, she even included the part about how they'd be having sex with them. I'd never heard the other kids in the class being so silent or so attentive as they were when she was talking about the sex stuff. I knew that the things she was telling us was having a strong effect on me. I was constantly squirming around in my seat behind my desk. Several times I had to put my hand down and push my hard on over to a more comfortable position, one where it wasn't straining against my underwear and making my dick hurt. I noticed most of the other boys in class were squirming around just like I was. A lot of the girls were sitting around the class giggling about what Mrs. Jessup was talking about, like they thought all of it was pretty funny. Queenie wasn't giggling though, she was listening closely to what was being said, and she appeared to be concentrating fully. After school that day, Queenie and I were walking back home together. We didn't hold hands or anything, because we weren't into being like that. I knew she loved me, and she knew I loved her. We didn't have to go around kissing and holding hands like some of the other, immature, kids did. We knew we'd be getting married someday, and then we'd do all those things married couples did. Queenie was the first one to speak. "Are you going to volunteer to go off on that Confederacy thing?" "I might. I'd need to find out more about it before I can decide if I want to or not. How about you?" "I don't know. I think one of us might have to. Have you been listening to what they've been telling us on the TV news? Those aliens are eating all the people they find on the planets they've attacked. They've been doing it for like thirty thousand years already, and no one has been able to get them to stop, or keep them from overrunning their planet. They've succeeded in defeating hundreds of planets. This Confederacy thing seems like our only real chance. We need all that Confederacy technology help if we want any chance at all of saving Earth." "If you go, I'll go too." "You can be my concubine." Queenie laughed when she said it, but I was looking right at her when she spoke, and her eyes weren't laughing, only her lips. "You'll be my concubine, you mean. Who gets better scores on tests? Who gets better grades? Me, that's who. I'll take that CAP test thing, and then we'll see who gets to be the concubine." I took my CAP test two weeks later and scored a 6.8, not bad. I probably should have scored higher, but I was marked off for not being much of a leader, for having a low sex drive, and for not being aggressive enough. I didn't know how they knew any of those sex things about me. I didn't have any experience with any sex stuff. As for the leadership score, well, I'd always let Queenie be the leader. She likes bossing everything and everyone, not me, and she was really good at it too. I usually agreed with most of the things she wanted to do anyway. I used to always try to stay in the background, ready to help her out if she ended up needing me to, or if she wound up getting herself in a jam from trying to do some of the things she was always thinking up. We worked well together. If we'd both tried to lead, we wouldn't have gotten anything accomplished. Queenie knew the things I was best at anyway. She always seemed to know what things she could rely on me to get done whenever the two of us were working on one of our projects together. Queenie took her test about a month after I'd taken mine. She had gotten marked down on some things too. All her sex scores were higher than mine had been, which made me curious, because neither of us had ever done any of that sex stuff with each other. She got marked off a little bit on her intelligence, and for her low creativity, and her loyalty scores weren't anywhere's near as high as mine had been. She'd also scored much higher on aggression and leadership than I had. She ended up with a higher overall score than I had. She had a 7.2. I believed the Confederacy test rewarded her strengths more than they had mine. She was pretty hard to be around for the first week or two after she took her test and ended up scoring higher than I did. As far as I was concerned though, we'd both qualified to volunteer for the Confederacy. We could both leave Earth and try to keep the 'dickheads' from eating all the people who wouldn't be able to leave. We had our first really big fight when we started talking about who we'd take for our six combined concubines. I had just assumed that she'd be taking my mother and sixteen year old sister, and that I'd be taking her mother, and Elena, one of her best friends. Elena hadn't scored well when she'd been tested. Neither of our moms had not done well on their CAP tests either. Kelly, my older sister, had really bombed out on hers. I'd always suspected that she was a real airhead, but, come on, a 4.2? The two extra picks that Queenie would be getting, I hadn't really given that much thought to. A large part of the reason why I'd wanted to become a Confederacy volunteer in the first place had been to keep my family safe. I'd just assumed that Queenie felt the same way I did. When she first told me that she was planning on picking Darryl Cloward, this sixteen year old, muscle bound, football clown who lived two houses down from her, I got a bit upset. Even after she agreed she'd use her second and third picks on my mother and sister, I remained upset. She told me she had no idea who her fourth pick would be, just that she'd already decided that her last pick needed to be another boy. I'd have been okay with things, maybe, if she had said she'd pick another one of her girl friends to take, and that this Darryl guy was only for my mother, her mom, my sister, and her two girl friends. Her picking two guys left no doubt in my mind, none whatsoever, about what she really intended. When I brought that up to her, she countered my argument by telling me that I'd have her mother and her friend Elena too. AS IF! Like I'm going to be doing those kinds of things with her mother? I asked her straight out if she was planning on letting those other guys sleep with her. "Of course, don't be stupid. Haven't you been paying any attention at all to what's been going on?" She explained some of the parts she thought I'd missed, about how concubines were being taken to new planets so they could have lots of babies, to make sure that the human race survived, even if the Sa'arm did over run Earth. She explained the need for the other two guys by saying the Confederacy wanted to promote a diverse gene pool. She said she'd need to have babies by other guys, not just me, to do her part to help keep the human race alive. All the guys, including me, would need to sleep with all the girls, including my mother, hers, and my sister. I just looked at her while she was telling me all this. She was being totally serious. I finally told her there was no way I was sleeping with any of my relatives, and that I wasn't going to be sleeping with her mother either. I ended up yelling at her, and calling her some pretty nasty names too. The next month was very strange for me. I'm sure it was strange for Queenie too. For ten years we'd been closer than Siamese twins, then, suddenly, we're spending every waking hour trying to make sure we don't get any closer to each other than we absolutely have to. I felt like I should hate her. Most people who found out what we'd fought about took Queenie's side of things. A few saw my side of things, but even they said I was overreacting, blowing it up all out of proportion. My mom and my sister agreed with Queenie about the need for her to take two other guys. I didn't need anyone to agree with me about my position on this. I'd already made up my mind, and that meant I was going through this mourning process, trying to get over Queenie, trying to put her completely out of my mind. Another month went by, and I was actually starting to be able to think about other things again. Not all the time, but sometimes. It was a big improvement. Most of the kids in our school knew who the other kids were, the ones with qualifying CAP scores. Queenie and I both started getting a lot of attention from people hoping to catch on with us, hoping to get a free lift ticket to the stars. Queenie started it, she started going out on dates with different boys. Darryl Cloward was one of them. I had girls coming up to me and offering to have sex with me, telling me they wanted me to try them out to see if I'd like them enough to maybe pick them if we were ever both at a Confederacy extraction at the same time. I'd thank them for their nice offer, then tell them I wasn't interested. Rumors started going around the school that Queenie had started letting some of the boys she'd been dating fuck her. I hadn't expected anything like that. At first, I didn't believe the rumors, but I'd have had to be blind not to see the way she was acting around certain boys at school. She was letting boys put their hands all over her ass, and I saw her getting picked up from school by two different guys once. One of them was Darryl, but I didn't know the other one's name. One day I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just went over to where she was sitting, on the other side of the class from where I sat, and asked her if the rumors were true or not? "Which ones?" She looked curious when she asked me. "The ones about things you've been letting some of the boys do." I knew my face was red with embarrassment. Talking about personal things in public wasn't something I was comfortable doing, but she and I never saw each other outside of school anymore. "You'll have to be a lot more specific than that, Dave." She was smiling, and she had this special glint in her eye, the one she got when she was really enjoying making a fool out of somebody. I'd seen that look before, a lot, but never when I was the one who was the butt of her humor. "Fucking guys!" For some reason, even though I hadn't consciously intended to do it, I'd shouted the words at her. "Which guys?" That glint was still there, and now, I recognized it as one of her most malicious ones. She was really enjoying herself at my expense. I knew I'd been the one who approached her, giving her the opportunity, but I still didn't appreciate her using it. "Never mind. You've already answered my question." Somehow, and I don't know where I summoned the strength from, because her answer had taken all my strength and my ability to think rationally, away from me, I managed to walk across the classroom and sit back down in my chair. I was numb. I felt a little dead inside. I'd always believed all this would blow over somehow, and that she and I would get back to being the way we'd been before we started fighting. Now, I knew we would never get back to the way things had been. We wouldn't get back at all. It was over. If I'd ever had any doubts at all, after that incident in the classroom, they were laid to rest after I opened my school locker after my last class that day, and found a list of names that Queenie had stuffed through the locker's vent holes. It was a list of names, three columns wide. On the top, in Queenie's neat script were written the three headings ... Sucked ... Fucked ... Sucked & Fucked. There were three names in the Sucked column, only one name in the Fucked column, but in the last column, Fucked & Sucked, there were seven names. I noticed Darryl's name in the last column, along with one or two other names that really surprised me. Guys I'd believed were good friends of mine. I crumpled the list up in a tight ball and stuffed it in one of my pockets. I was shaking as I walked home. Some of it was anger, but a lot of it was me being in some kind of shock. As soon as I was back at my house, having first made sure that my sister, Kelly, and my mother weren't home yet, I went to my bedroom and started crying. I know, I was being a sissy. I'm not saying I wasn't, but you try loving someone with everything you have in you for ten years, and then face a situation like I was facing. After you do that, write to me and tell me again how big a sissy I was being. Besides, I only cried for about a half hour. I got some matches and burned that list of Queenie's, then flushed the ashes down the toilet. I was flushing a lot more than those ashes, I was flushing a ten year loving relationship too. When I turned fifteen, I scheduled myself to be retested. A lot of the other kids were doing this, and I wanted to see if my troubles with Queenie had affected my CAP score. I was hoping that all the anger and disappointment I'd had since my last test would somehow help raise my scores. I did improve in my leadership skills, probably because I hadn't been letting Queenie make all my decisions for me. I also made big improvements in those sub scores dealing with aggression and discipline. I guess day dreaming about killing several people, on almost a daily basis, would tend to increase my scores in those particular categories. I'd had slight improvements in other areas, ones where I'd been strong before. The only area where I'd had my marks go down, was in my loyalty scores. That didn't surprise me either. What did surprise me was what the retesting had done to my overall score. I'd slipped to where my new CAP score was a 6.4. I had lost my qualifying status for Confederacy extraction. Oh shit. I checked with the Confederacy clerk at the testing site, and he assured me that my new score had, in fact, replaced my old score. I was no longer eligible to volunteer for the Confederacy forces. The only way I could get off the planet now would be as someone's concubine. I shared this new information that evening with my mother. My sister heard my mother's screaming, and she came down the stairs from her bedroom to find out what the problem was. She was easily able to piece together what had happened by the things my mom was screaming at me. Having Kelly refer to me as a "dumb ass hole" might have been the lowest point I'd felt since my troubles with Queenie first started. The girl had a 4.2 CAP score, and had gone out and purchased one of those little shields people wore pinned to their shirts or blouses to brag about their score. Kelly was the only person I'd ever seen who had one of those showing where the score being displayed wasn't at least a 6.5. She was so stupid, I'm not sure she even understood how poorly a person needed to do in order to score down in the low fours. Kelly belonged to this new political group at the high school. All the groups members wanted to put up a bunch of signs, in English, telling the 'dickheads' that the people of Earth only wanted to be their friends, so please don't eat them now that they've come. Appeasers of the first rank I'd say. I hoped they all gathered in one place to greet the Sa'arm if they ever landed. If I was still on the planet when they came, I was going to make Kelly a placard to carry. It would have the word "snack" printed on it. She'd have probably carried that sign too. Hell, for all I knew, the 'dickheads' would be able to read English, and would have themselves a good laugh about it. Our school was the location for a Confederacy extraction team about four months after I'd gotten myself retested. I was there, as was my sister. Queenie, and most of the student body of the school were there as well. It was a school day, and the Space Marines on the extraction team threw an interdiction field over the entire campus. No one could get either in or out. We got an announcement, over the PA system, telling everyone to gather together in our school auditorium. It took fifteen minutes to get everyone gathered up in there, and believe me it left all of us packed in pretty tightly. Queenie was one of thirty six people who got their names called for extraction. The Marine who was in charge of the extraction started getting everyone who wanted to try to get picked as a concubine to come over to the front and left sides of the auditorium. All the sponsors had been gathered together and moved up on the stage by then. No one at my school, other than my sister, Kelly, had been told that I was no longer qualified to be picked up and extracted by the Confederacy. I made my decision about whether I wanted to try to get myself picked by someone or not, and began heading over towards the right, moving towards the back of the room. I was looking right at Queenie as I walked. I knew she was shocked to find out that my name wasn't on the list of people being extracted. The thirty six sponsors managed to pick about a hundred concubines. It took about an hour before the last sponsor had picked his final selectee. I was somewhat surprised to see Kelly picked as a concubine not long after the sponsors went down and began to look over all the willing candidates. Kelly had her top and her bra off. Her breasts looked better than I'd thought they would. She seemed very happy at having been picked, and she caught my eye and waved at me. She tried shouting something to me, but she was too far away for me to understand what it had been. As her new sponsor was leading Kelly and another girl away, I saw Queenie hurry over to Kelly and excitedly begin talking with her. Five minutes after I saw Kelly and Queenie talking together, one of the Marines from the extraction team approached me to tell me that one of the sponsors was interested in interviewing me. I knew it would probably be Queenie, so I told him I had no interest in talking to, or leaving with, anyone. I watched him go back and speak to Queenie. I took my third test on the day I turned sixteen. I was confident that I'd pass this time. I believed I'd scored so poorly the time before because I was still very upset over the trouble I'd had with Queenie. She'd been gone for several months by the time I went in to be retested. I still thought of her, but not like I used to do before. When Queenie had picked her four concubines, she'd picked two of her girl friends first, Elena and Helen Hartigan, another girl in our class. She'd also picked her art teacher, Miss Conway, and only one boy, Darryl Cloward. She'd waited to the very end to pick him. A lot of that time she'd spent looking over at me and crying. There were a few times, over that twenty minute period when she was looking at me, the tears rolling down her face, that I'd wanted to walk back over to where all the hopeful, possible, concubines were still lined up. I managed to fight off the urge though. I thought my CAP test had gone well. I was surprised, after going to the clerk's desk, to find that my score had slipped yet another tenth of a point, down to 6.3. I'd gone down in the subset of scores having to do with my emotional adjustment. Everything else had either gone up just a tiny fraction, or down by a similar amount. The important thing was the final score still left me Earth bound. I wondered if I should join Kelly's group of 'dickhead' appeasers? I felt pretty stupid for willingly giving up the ticket I'd once had that would have taken me to the stars. Since Kelly's pick up, my mom had been increasingly angry, sometimes getting verbally abusive towards me. Now that it was just her and me in the house, she let me know, in no uncertain terms, how much she'd been counting on me to be her ticket away from the approaching danger. She began going out drinking after work with some of her girl friends more often, using the booze to calm some of her fears, and maybe hoping to get lucky if she happened to be in a bar or restaurant when an extraction took place. Ten months after the extraction that took place at our high school, the Confederacy had another one in our town. This time, it was at a restaurant over near where my mother worked. She was there. I was notified, through the mail, that my mother had been extracted as a concubine. I felt relief. My mother had received some money right after Kelly was extracted, I don't know why, or how much it was. The Confederacy paid off the mortgage on my mom's house and notified me that she'd gifted me with all her worldly goods when she left. I was pretty well off then, thanks to losing my whole family to the Confederacy. Truthfully, having my mother and sister off planet was a huge relief for me. I'd been feeling worried, and more than a little bit guilty after retesting that first time and losing my extraction eligibility. I hadn't wanted to take them as concubines, but I would have. I'd found out, through some of my research on the internet, that Queenie had been correct about me being expected to get all my concubines pregnant. I had liked Mrs. Castro, but I don't think I'd have been able to do it with her. Hell, I'd pissed in my pants until I was five years old or so, too busy playing to take time out to get to a bathroom in time. Mrs. Castro had helped me change out of my wet pants, after my little accidents, and into the extra pair of clean ones that my mother always kept for me there at the nursery school. Having a lot of free time on my hands, now that I'd pretty much withdrawn myself from all social activities, I spent a lot more time on my computer. I learned a great deal too. You'd be surprised at all the information you can find on the internet. I started investigating some of the published reports about data collected on the many subset scores that made up the CAP scoring. I found that there were several online news groups devoted entirely to this subject. I wasn't the only one trying to find some way to increase my score by a tenth of a point or two in order to qualify to be a Confederacy volunteer. There was a wealth of information about how various subset scores were weighted. Some was merely conjecture, but a lot of it had undergone rigorous modeling to validate the accuracy of the underlying assumptions. One of the first things I learned that I thought might be a valuable piece of information was that you couldn't cheat the test, but you could change yourself in ways that were known to increase your scores. I made a decision to try to make some changes. I selected the three most obvious areas where my scoring had been less than impressive. I'd always scored low in leadership, in aggression, and in my sexual abilities and capacities. Of those three, I believed my best chance for making a meaningful positive change was in the sexual sub score areas. I didn't think I could really do too much to increase my leadership scores, because being a leader wasn't something I felt comfortable with. I decided to be less of a follower though. I also went down to the local gym and signed up for a beginner's boxing class to try to improve my aggression scores on the next test. I'd almost never been involved in any types of physical altercations. If people tried to confront me, or to pick fights, I'd just turn and walk away from them. Surprisingly, it usually worked. If that didn't work, I'd make an attempt to deflect their anger until someone in authority happened by to diffuse the situation. I'd always been normal sized for my age group, and usually had Queenie with me most of the time anyway. Queenie had more than enough aggression for both of us, so I hadn't faced too many of those confrontational situations. I went to school the next day and surprised myself by walking right up to Darlene Turner and asking her out for a Friday night date. Darlene was a friendly girl, too friendly some might say. She didn't seem to be able to say no to any boy. When it came to getting sex from a girl, Darlene was about as close to being a sure thing as our school could boast of. I had always gotten along pretty well with her. She'd offered herself to me, several times, since Queenie and I had experienced our bit of trouble. She was trying to be kind, hoping to take my mind off of losing Queenie. I thought of her as the closest thing to a girl friend I had left in our school. Her eyes lit up when I asked her, and she immediately agreed to going out with me. One good thing about the Darjee technology that was filtering down from the Confederacy agreements with Earth was that no one had to worry about any STD's or getting AIDS anymore. We'd all been given the inoculations to both cure any existing problems, and to prevent any new infections of that type. Friday went pretty well, considering it was my first real date ever. I took Darlene to a nice restaurant for dinner, driving her in my mom's nice Honda that I'd acquired when she'd been picked up. I tried to be honest with Darlene about my motives and expectations. I even told her I was hoping to use any experience I got with sex to improve my future CAP score. She took out her own CAP card and showed it to me. I was surprised to see that she was a 6.3 just like I was. "Mr. Roper says I'm too submissive, that I enjoy making other people happy too much. He told me I need to be more assertive, to stick up for myself more than I do. He says I have an abnormally high sex drive though, like I didn't already know that." She laughed at that. Mr. Roper was the school's guidance counselor. I'd gone to see him twice, once when I took my first retest, and once right after the second one. He was the one who showed me how to read all the sub scores on my CAP card with this reader thing he had. "Maybe you need to listen to him, not let people take advantage of you so often." "People like you, Dave? Isn't that why you asked me out, so you could take advantage of me too?" She let me dangle there for about a minute before she started laughing at me and let me off the hook. "See? Sex isn't what I'm submissive about. In fact, it's just about the only area where I can be at all aggressive. Most of the people I've ever slept with, I was the one that first asked them to go out with me. I like sex. If you were to tell me my ass is too fat, and then order me to do all your homework, I'd probably end up doing it. That's one of the ways I'm usually too submissive. I try to help people, even when they're being mean to me. I'm not sure yet why that is." After dinner, we went back to my house. I really liked living alone. I wasn't that great at keeping the place neat, but I did try to keep up with most things. I asked her if she wanted a Coke or something, and went into the kitchen to get two for us. We were in the living room having our Cokes when I broached the subject with her. "Darlene, I've never done anything at all with a girl. I've really got no idea of how to take things beyond the point where we're at right now. Can you please help me out?" "Do you want me to teach you what girls like, or do you just want me to explain the mechanics of the various acts and let you learn things as you go along?" I hadn't really thought too much beyond this point. In fact, I'd planned nothing beyond getting someone to let me have sex with them. Darlene had just implied there was a lot more to sex than just two people doing it. "I think I'd like you to teach me, if it wouldn't be too much trouble for you?" It wasn't. I took her back to her house at about two in the morning. We'd already made another date for Saturday afternoon, back there at my place. Darlene was a great teacher, a really great teacher. She was patient, but she could be pretty demanding as well. From about nine thirty that first night, until one thirty that Saturday morning, she taught me about her body, and where and how she liked to be touched, kissed, and licked. We were in my bed for four hours, and neither of us once touched my dick. I spent two hours just learning how to kiss her mouth the way she liked it. The lessons were educational and informative, but also frustrating as all get out for me ... Darlene had made up this rule, we couldn't go on to the next thing until after I'd learned whatever we were working on to her complete satisfaction. She was real demanding in her standards when it came to kissing. By one thirty, the furthest I'd gotten was my kissing one of her breasts while I fondled the other one with my hand. When we left my house, I had a bad case of the blue balls from having been rock hard for the past four hours or so. Darlene said I was making some good progress. She told me that the next lesson would be her teaching me how to eat her pussy properly. She hinted that we'd be able to have our first intercourse by Sunday. I cheated by whacking myself off twice before I went to pick her up at her house on Saturday. The first time was right before I went to sleep after getting back from taking Darlene home. That was a real good one, which certainly didn't surprise me. The second one happened sort of spontaneously, because I was getting nervous and anxious about how I might get another case of the blue balls while Darlene was taking so much time with trying to teach me how to eat her pussy properly. I don't know if Darlene whacked off, or whatever girls call it, when she got home too, probably not I'd say, because we whizzed right through the eating her out part of my lessons, and were actually doing it for the first time less than an hour after we got back to my house. We took a shower after that first one, and she showed me how to play with her in there too. There was a lot for a guy to remember, but I figured I could get it all, given enough chances to practice. After our shower, we ordered up a pizza and rested some more while we were eating it. We went back up to my bedroom and she gave me a much longer refresher course on everything she'd taught me before that first time she'd let me fuck her. She showed me about blow jobs next, and told me I might need to learn how to give a good one if some gay male sponsor decided he wanted to pick me. After she finished up showing me her best blow job technique, something I vowed I'd never need to know, she showed me how to give and get a good sixty nine. We ended up trying out several sexual positions after that. Her favorites were doggy style and cowgirl. My favorite, out of all the positions she showed me, was the missionary position. Darlene liked to start out nice and slow, it didn't matter the position, but, after she got excited, she liked to have me banging away at her with faster and harder stroking. She told me my cock was about average, then she told me that bigger was better. "Not so much the length, unless the guy is really short, like under four inches. I like the big fat ones a lot better. Any girl who tells you that size doesn't matter, well, she's lying to you. It matters. Feeling full when a guy is doing you, that's the best. Yours is fine, but it wouldn't be considered memorable. Do you remember Darryl Cloward? His was memorable. I was sure sorry to see him go when Queenie selected him as one of her concubines. He was big, and he had all the energy and staying power of one of those Energizer Bunny's in those battery commercials. That boy knew how to shake it too. He'd put it all the way in, and then grind himself against your pubic bone until you just couldn't take any more of it. My clit used to throb for several hours after one of those special treatments of his." "Well, the Darjee medical bays up on the pod ships can make my cock any size I want it to be. Once I get my CAP score up and get extracted, I plan on making mine bigger than Darryl's." "If you do, you can pick me as one of your concubines and I'll teach you how to use a big one too. I'd love to teach you that. If you had one as good as Darryl's, and could eat a girl out as good as you already do, you'd be a real find." Tuesday night was my first boxing lesson. I found out right away that being punched in the face, even with those great big sixteen ounce gloves we were using, was a painful experience. You get used to it pretty quickly though, and it sure helps to serve as a vivid reminder that you do need to keep your hands up for defense. I liked the class. I found out that I also liked hitting people who were trying to hit me. The harder they hit me, the more I enjoyed hitting them back. My instructor told me I had a long reach, and then said I should use it as a weapon to keep my opponent off of me. He said it gave me a big advantage, defensively. I signed up for another boxing course on Thursday nights. This one was less about teaching technique, and more about opportunities for lots of sparring. I found that class even more enjoyable than I had the first one. My schedule started getting very tight. Darlene and I were "dating" every Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Tuesdays and Thursdays, I had boxing and sparring. Monday and Wednesday nights, I got caught up with all the postings on all my Confederacy news groups. With school, and all that extracurricular activity I'd gotten myself involved in, I no longer had much time, or inclination, to feel sorry for myself, or to have any more regrets about what might have been. I'm not sure exactly when I first started to realize that I was, once again, pretty happy. I wasn't as relaxed and carefree as I had been when it was just Queenie and me, but in a lot of other ways, my life had become much fuller and richer than it had been before. About a month before my seventeenth birthday, Darlene, and both her parents had this really big argument. When I'd come to get her for one of our usual Friday night dates, I'd heard her and her parents shouting at the top of their lungs. She was crying, and extremely upset when I finally managed to get her to abandon her shouting match with her parents, and led her by the arm out to my car. When we were inside my car and driving towards the restaurant I'd picked, Darlene told me she was too upset and angry to have any appetite. I ended up taking her straight back to my place. Luckily, she wasn't too upset for sex. I'd gotten to the point where I really looked forward to the weekends. Darlene had told me, months before, that I'd already learned all she had to teach me. We no longer considered our relationship that of teacher and student. Now, according to her, we were merely fucking to make sure I got an adequate amount of quality practice. A rose by any other name, and all that implies. At one thirty, our usual time for calling it quits with our practicing, Darlene told me she didn't want to go back to her parents house right then. That was fine with me. It gave me a chance to spend a whole night in bed with a woman. She was at my house for about two weeks before she finally told me that she didn't think she'd ever want to go back to live in her old house again. She told me that she'd try to find some kind of an after school job, so she could support herself and maybe rent a place of her own. I told her that I'd be happy to have her move in with me, on a permanent basis. She said that would be great for her, and that she'd love to stay with me, but it would only be for as long as I really wanted her living there with me. She took the news that I was happy to have her stay with me extremely well. We did an awful lot of extra practicing that night Over the many months that Darlene had been helping me learn about sex, I'd been trying to help her find some way of not letting people use her like they tended to do. She really was too willing to put herself out for others. The problem was that her weakness played right into the hands of those who liked to use and mistreat their friends. Just as I had learned to appreciate the surge of excitement I got from a well placed strike against an opponent, Darlene started enjoying recounting to me all the instances where she hadn't allowed people to manipulate her into doing things for them. She was past the point of having learned how to say no to certain kinds of people who'd been taking advantage of her. Now, she was more likely to tell them hell no. I had learned that her parents were far and away the worst abusers of her that way, and, more than anyone else, were the ones responsible for instilling in her the belief that she had to go to great lengths to try to please everybody. That big fight she'd been having with them on that Friday night, the one when I'd come over to pick her up, had come about because they were being faced with the imminent prospect of losing their live in maid service. Darlene had just gotten through telling them that, from then on, she'd only be responsible for cleaning her own bedroom and bathroom, and that she'd be doing her own laundry, but none of theirs, from then on as well. They'd lost their unpaid servant, not a real daughter. Darlene said she'd been spending several hours each day doing housework for them ever since she could remember, easily from as far back as the time when she was no more than five or six years old. I had been doing all the things I'd planned on doing to help my chances for my annual retest. Somewhere along the way my passing that test had become a little less important to me. Don't get me wrong now, I was still very interested in passing, it was just that the idea of failing again wasn't something that worried me overly much. I was a lot more relaxed about the prospect of not passing. While I was retesting, I remember having this quiet confidence. I don't remember too much about the actual test itself, but I remember how I felt going into the testing room, and how I'd felt coming out to get my new card. I was calm. There was some underlying excitement, kind of like the feeling you have right before beginning a sparring session in the ring with someone. Maybe anticipation is the word I'm searching for. I don't know. I got a 7.3 on the test though, and I felt good about it. I wasn't really overjoyed like I probably thought I should have been. I did rush back to the school after I got my new card though. I wanted to let Darlene know the news. She was excited for me, but afraid that I'd just take off and leave her if I was somewhere by myself when a Confederacy extraction took place. I told her I really didn't think she had too much to worry about. I'd been reading about the idea of a prepackaged extraction. This newsgroup I was a member of had someone writing in and claiming that any group of ten or more qualified sponsors could arrange for their own pick up, at a place of their choosing, just so long as they took full responsibility for having all their kids and concubines right there with them at whichever time and place they'd scheduled the planned extraction for. Too many incidents had occurred during Confederacy extractions, shootings, rioting by citizens who felt like they had no chance for being extracted themselves. If you thought about it, having the sponsors take complete responsibility for arranging everything themselves, represented a huge savings, both in terms of their planning time, and in overall manpower hours spent for the extractions themselves by the Confederacy's military personnel. I had my own suspicions that Confederacy personnel were monitoring all media, including those internet news groups. I wouldn't have put it past them to plant those kinds of little tid bits of interesting ideas, if only to see if people might actually want to try them. I had been gathering information on some of the local people I knew. Ones who were eligible for extraction, but who hadn't been extracted yet. People were being more careful now about who knew they were eligible. I was willing to bet that I could find at least ten sponsors who would prefer an orderly extraction with little possibility of anything going wrong. Darlene and I started making up our own list of people we each thought would fit in well with the two of us. This list was the reason that I found out that Darlene liked having sex with girls as well as guys. Within three days of our having started making up our list, Darlene and I had conducted two very exciting interviews with two of the girls whose names she'd contributed to the list. Angie and Judy were two girls from our school. Darlene had been having sex with both of them, on and off, since they were all thirteen year old's. All three girls liked guys too, and considered themselves to be much more heterosexual than bisexual. Still, whatever they liked to think about their sexual orientation's, all three had enjoyed numerous sapphic experiences, each had been with several different girls. I had my first threesome with Darlene and Angie. It was certainly an eye opening experience. I didn't last too long, but both of them sure did. I found out that night that I had some strong voyeuristic tendencies. The next night, Darlene and I did Judy together. If anything, that experience was even better. Darlene had showed me anal sex. It wasn't a favorite sexual experience for her, but she thought it important to teach me how to do it so that a girl wouldn't be hurt in the trying. Judy was a real ass freak, her own words, not mine. I noticed how excited and animated she became when she was describing herself that way. Once she got turned on and got herself going, she was absolutely wild and completely uninhibited. To think that I'd sat in the same classrooms with her every year since I was about ten years old, and had never known she was such a wild woman. Judy, Angie, Darlene and I had pretty much settled on each other as far as our being a prepackaged group for a planned extraction, if one could ever be arranged. The only thing lacking for having our group set was the fourth concubine. All three girls were holding out for another male to fill that role. I'll admit they had a strong argument for their wanting to choose a guy to be the fourth. I had no logical counter to any of their arguments. They said I'd be away, fighting the 'dickheads', and then they'd be left with no dick at home for them to play with. They even used some of the same arguments that Queenie had used on me before. I knew I'd personally much rather have four female concubines. I wasn't good at sharing, especially with another guy. I was the guy with the four places to fill, why shouldn't I have the final say on who went and who didn't? Great arguments, right? They didn't seem to think so. When faced with an unsolvable problem, the girls told me is was better for everybody to sleep on it, and then take it back up again when everyone was well rested and refreshed. Sounded like a good plan to me, so I heartily endorsed it. All four of us then retired upstairs, to my king sized bed, which was when they all ganged up on me, managing to keep me busy fucking them until I was one very exhausted boy. I was so exhausted, in fact, that the effort I'd expended with them had left me in something of a mindless stupor. When I finally started to beg them to please leave me alone so I could get some much needed sleep, they decided that we were all adequately refreshed and well enough rested to make our decision about who the fourth concubine should be. I knew I was beaten, and that if I kept trying to remain stubborn about it, they would keep on triple teaming like they had until it became obvious, even to me, that one man was no match for all three of them. I told them that I would agree to whoever the three of them decided to pick, but only if they would go somewhere else so that I could finally get some sleep. They all went over to my old bedroom, and I finally got some sleep. I met Ron chandler, the guy the girls had selected, three days after my capitulation. He was twenty one years old, and worked as a sales clerk at the local home improvement store. He'd come highly recommended by both Judy and Darlene. The day before I initially got to meet him, Angie had met him, and had tried him out for herself. According to all three women, Ron was one of those "memorable" guys that Darlene had once told me about. I was prepared to hate him, even before I met him, but it turned out to be impossible. He was just such a nice guy. Easygoing and modest, and it was obvious he was almost as overwhelmed by the ladies as I was. The three of them were really turning into quite a force of nature. He wasn't in my house for thirty minutes before he asked me about the noise coming from a dripping faucet over at my kitchen sink. Before I could tell him that the noise didn't matter to me, he'd gone out to his truck and brought back his plumbing tool box. Ten minutes later, the washer had been changed, and the faucet no longer dripped. That was just the kind of person he was. He and I both put it on the record that neither of us were bi, not in any way, shape, or form. The girls giggled when we told them that. Darlene whispered something to Judy and Angie. I couldn't make out all she was saying, but two of the words I did catch had sounded an awful lot like 'double penetration' to me. Whatever Darlene was telling them, they all started having another one of those giggling fits because of it. After our full complement of concubines was settled, I started going around making my own inquiry's with people I knew to have CAP scores of 6.5 or greater. After I explained why I was contacting each of them individually, I was able to qualify which of them were interested in a prepackaged pick up, and which ones weren't. All the ones who said they weren't interested, it was because they had one or more loved ones they wouldn't be able to take, and wouldn't feel right leaving behind. In four of these cases I managed to arrange a trade between the families. Another family changed their minds about coming after they were able to place their sixteen year old son with his current girlfriend's family. I helped two guys from my school, both younger than I was, find and select two concubines each. It was easy to find four girls willing to be concubines for the two boys, and I later had Darlene help both the sponsors, and all four of their concubines past the critical early stages of the sexual experimentation that was new to all of them. Darlene asked me to participate too, but I was too busy trying to finish gathering our group of at least ten sponsors together. I ended up finding twelve sponsors, besides myself, who were willing, and even anxious, to participate in the type of extraction I'd been discussing with them. I sent an email to the reply address of the person who'd first posted the idea of a fully prepackaged extraction, asking if there was any internet web site or an email address where I could discuss my group's individual particulars with someone from the Confederacy. I got no reply to my inquiry. A few days later, I received a very surprising phone call. It was Queenie calling me. I recognized her voice almost immediately. The tone and timber was somewhat changed, but the cadence and word spacing was uniquely hers and I'd have recognized it in spite of the other differences. "You know who this is, Dave?" I could feel my heart rate increasing, and the excitement I was feeling just having heard that voice of hers. "The mad terrorist of all my nursery school nightmares?" "More like the star of all your earliest sexual fantasies." "Darlene?" "Be that way then. I'm calling to find more information on what you have in mind for that group you wrote about. You say there are thirteen sponsors in your group?" "Eleven men and two ladies. We all have picked out our allotted number of concubines. I had three others that were interested, but they had problems leaving some of their people behind when they got extracted." "How many people are we talking about, Dave?" "Five between the three of them. All girls or women. One of the sponsors has his mother and a grown sister he won't leave behind. Another one has a sister who's retarded. He says he's the only one she has left to help her with any of the special assistance she requires. He won't entertain the idea of leaving her behind. The last guy has an ex wife and a nineteen year old daughter. He's prepared to take his current wife and their fifteen year old daughter with him, but not until after he makes some kind of arrangement for the ex and the oldest daughter." "With fifteen or more sponsors, I've been authorized to allocate on additional pick for any of the sponsors in your group with a 7.0 CAP or better. I know you're a 7.3 now Dave, but how many others in your group are 7's or better?" "One of the women, and two of the men. The woman is an 8.1, so she's already taking six. With me included, that's only four, plus I don't think the lady with the 8.1 wants any more women." "Give me the names of all the sponsors, Dave, especially the other three that have the problems. I'll need a complete list of all the concubines everyone's taking too. All the concubines have their own CAP cards, right?" "I think so, but I can check with everybody if you give me a day or so to do it. The retarded woman has one, I know, because she scored a 3.2, her brother told me. I told him that Kelly's score was only one point higher. We both got a laugh out of that. He said he knew Kelly, and was surprised she hadn't scored better." After that, the two of us chatted about this and that. I told her I'd seen her mom a few times, and about my mom getting herself picked up at an extraction site. She didn't ask me if I was happy, and I didn't ask her any questions about stuff like that either. She told me to check on the information she'd asked me to get, and said she'd check back with me in two days to see if anything had changed. I checked with all the sponsors, telling them that I was definitely in contact with people from the Confederacy. The woman with the 8 plus CAP score surprised me by offering to take the one guy's mother. One of her picked concubines had decided not to go. She knew the other guy and his mother and sister, but she said there was no way she'd offer to take the sister, no matter how many extra slots they offered her. After talking to the woman, I called the guy with the mother and sister and told him of the offer to take his mother. I told him I wanted to meet his sister. The guy was trying to be honest with me at least. He warned me that I probably didn't really want to meet her. I gathered that she wasn't someone who was easy for people to get along with. We set it up for me to come over to his house that night, with him promising only that his sister would be present. By the time I finally got to meet the sister, I was already prepared for a real unpleasant person. She didn't disappoint me in that expectation either. Her name was Natalie, and she was eighteen years old. She wasn't the homeliest woman I'd ever seen, but she wasn't that far from it. Aside from Queenie, who, when she wanted to be, could be the biggest pain in the ass in the world, Natalie also led in that particular category, at least as far as my own, personal, experience went. The first five minutes after her brother, whose name was Jerry, introduced me to her, all I heard from her lips was one negative statement after another. This was an angry young woman. I could see a sponsor picking her though, but only if he was trying to do the Earth a service by taking her into space and, later, throwing her out of an open airlock. She loved to attack everything, and seemed to have nothing but scorn for everyone she came into contact with. I noticed that neither her brother nor mother were safe from her invective. I let her run down. It took an additional twenty minutes before she ran out of her complaints, or of people she wanted to speak ill of. "After they got through shooting you up with those nannites they use in their alien medicine, and after putting you in one of those medical machines the Confederacy has given to the military to use, you could be one of the most beautiful woman on board the pod ship." "What the hell are you blathering on about?" That was the least angry statement, or question, I'd heard come out of her mouth since I'd gotten there. "I said the aliens have the technology to make you as pretty as you'd want to be. I don't know if they can help you with that rotten attitude of yours though. I think you'd have to change your personality all by yourself. If you could manage to do that, I might be willing to take you with me when we leave." "You think you can come in here telling me a bunch of stupid lies, then get me to roll over for you, like some dog, and let you turn me into one of your sex slaves? If you do think that, I can assure you that you're badly mistaken. I'll not be a slave to any man." "You're willing to keep your mother and your brother here, even if it means that all three of you will almost certainly die?" "We only have the word of those aliens. Those pictures of the swarm are probably just fakes." "You could be pretty, you could have babies of your own, and have people around you that loved you." "Like you? Is that what you're telling me, that you would love me, and we could have children together?" Her voice was still noticeably hostile, but there was just a tiny hint of self doubt now in her tone. I sensed how desperate she was, how much she really wanted to believe the things I was telling her. "I'll make you a deal. If you can keep your mouth in check until after we've all been extracted, and until after you've had a chance to let them give you whatever physical changes you decide to opt for, I'll make an offer to you right now to take you as my fifth concubine. If you accept this offer, your mother and brother will be free to come with us. What do you say?" At first, she said no. I was sure she was trying to test me, to see whether I'd continue trying to convince her she should trust me and come with us. I was going to try that too, until Jerry stepped in and took it out of my hands. "That's it, Natalie. He made you a great offer. I'm leaving, mom's leaving. You can take his offer, while it's still open to you, or else you can remain here, by yourself, and hate everything and everyone you come into contact with. This is probably the only offer you'll ever get. You better change your mind and accept it before Dave gives up on you and decides to leave." I waited a few minutes to see whether her brother had gotten through to her or not. I had turned around and was getting ready to leave when she started speaking to me, asking questions this time. "If I go with you and decide it isn't what I want, do you promise to bring me back here if I ask you to?" "No. If you don't like living with us, I'll have you transferred to the Civil Service. After I do that, they'll decide what to do with you." "Will they let me come back home?" "I don't know that much about it, but I'm pretty sure you become nothing more than property once you agree to become someone's concubine. The Confederacy is making a big commitment to you already, just by taking you off this planet. They charge a steep price for doing it, I know, but they have the only star ships capable of spreading the human race throughout the Galaxy." "Suppose I can't get along with your other concubines?" All five of us get along very well right now. If you aren't getting along, the problem is probably because of something coming from you." "Suppose I don't like sex with you?" "Pretty much impossible not to like it with me, unless you're really trying not to. All the girls in my little family love what I do to them. If they didn't, they'd still love what they do to each other. How much experience do you have with sex?" "Have you taken a good look at me? None!" "Really? I'd do you. You'd have to promise not to speak when I was doing you though, because, whatever you might say could easily end up spoiling the mood for me." It was almost comical the way Natalie started blushing, then sneaking these quick, furtive, peeks over at Jerry and her mother, trying to see what their reactions were to our current topic of conversation. I'd been standing about seven or eight feet away from her most of the time since she'd started asking her questions. Now, I started inching slowly towards her, until I was able to reach out and place one of my hands on her arm. When she didn't object, or make any negative comments, I slowly moved my hand up until my right hand had her left breast cupped in it. I didn't squeeze or move it in anyway, not once I had my hand placed where I wanted it. I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. I began using my thumb to search for where her nipple might be. I didn't have long to wait before I found it. It was fully extended, and she was pressing forward into my hand rather than shying away from it. "If you'd like, you can leave with me now, it would give you a chance to come to my home and meet the rest of the gang." "You aren't setting me up for some kind of wild orgy are you?" She still had her weight pressing forward against my hand, and I was certain she was enjoying the stimulation I was bringing to her breast area. "No, we only hold our orgy's on every second Tuesday of the month. This is a Friday, right?" She nodded that it was. "No orgy then. What's the matter, Nat, afraid I won't be enough of a man for you? Wouldn't you like to do something about all that lust you're feeling right now?" I took a chance and leaned down, brushing my lips against hers. Again, she leaned forward, into me, rather than attempting to flee from the attention I'd been paying her. During the kiss, which was pretty brief, lasting only two or three seconds, I placed my other hand down in the crotch area of her Levi's and gently started stroking her there. Inexperienced or not, all the signs were there to indicate that innocent little Natalie was becoming very receptive to what I'd been doing. I felt her shifting her feet, spreading them a little more to provide me with better access to her crotch. "We shouldn't be doing this in front of my mother." I pulled away from her, taking both hands away from her body as I did so. I'd been getting a little too caught up in what I'd been trying to do with her. I was feeling my own sense of arousal. Interacting with Natalie was a little bit like trying to fight a big, angry, bull. There was obviously great danger, but there was a lot of excitement in daring it as well. "Get your things and we'll leave. Pack enough to last you for a few days." "I don't live here with Jerry. All my clothes and things are at our house, Mom's and mine." "No problem, we'll head over there and get your stuff before we go to my place." "Could I have a few days to think about this? It's all been pretty overwhelming, especially when you threw all that other stuff at me when I wasn't expecting it, you know?" "Thinking about it won't help you get your cherry popped, Natalie. You have to just make your mind up and jump right in. I will make you an offer though, kind of meeting you halfway with what you asked for before. Come over to my house and spend at least one night there. If you don't like it, I promise I'll bring you back, okay?" "I need some time to talk this over with Jerry and my mother. Tomorrow, I can come over there tomorrow, after I've discussed some things with them. You can wait until then, right?" "I'm leaving right now, Natalie. When I get to my car, if you aren't there, I'm leaving you here. I'm not going to wait for you, and I'm not going to come back and offer you another chance either. This is the only chance you get from me." I turned back around and started walking towards the front door. My car was parked about fifty feet in front of Jerry's house. I didn't turn back to see whether or not Natalie was following. She was or she wasn't. I'd done all I was willing to do to try to convince her that coming with us would be a very good thing for her. I needn't have worried. I wasn't even halfway to where my car was parked before she huffed past me, making a mad dash for my car. Of the four woman I could claim to have had sexual relations with, by the following morning, I'd have to say that having sex with Natalie had been my biggest surprise. Even with some of the whining and complaining she was doing while I was trying to get myself ready to pork her as well as I knew how to do, she was this great pool of contradictions. She could complain about what you were doing to her, and, at the same time, urge you to keep doing it exactly like you were. She made foreplay into a real battle of wills Curious about all the noises the two of us had been making, Darlene came into my bedroom alone, sometime around ten o'clock. By then, Natalie and I had been engaged in whatever you could call what we were doing, for about an hour and a half. I can tell you one thing for damn sure, whatever it was, it wasn't a lot of fun for me, and, it was damn frustrating to boot. It was impossible for me to get into any kind of a smooth rhythm with the woman. Whatever I was doing, she'd twist herself away somehow, finding some way of changing up the angle on me, or else she'd move herself away from what had seemed like our most effective point of contact. After an hour and a half of the two of us fumbling around together like that, I was no closer to shooting off a load than I'd been before we'd even begun. She had claimed to be a virgin, but she certainly had no evidence of having any hymen. I know my hard dick slipped into her as easily as a greased toothpick sliding into an elephant's ass. Plenty of room in her garage to park several more dicks, one's much larger than mine was too. Nothing was being done right for her, not if you listened to what she was yelling at me, but, seemingly, in spite of that, it didn't necessarily mean that she wasn't still enjoying herself, and enjoying it quite a lot at that. Darlene watched the two of us going at it for quite a long while before she finally decided to step in and intervene. She told me later that she had to do that, or else the two of us would have ended up killing each other, because of all the frustration we were both experiencing because nothing was fitting right for either of us. I moved away as soon as Darlene asked me to let her take over. I'd never even heard of anything called "Fisting" before this. If ever a word for a sexual activity was unambiguous, and spot on descriptive, then fisting has to be that word. It didn't take Darlene more than a minute or so to get her whole hand and wrist buried up inside Natalie's well distended pussy. As soon as that happened, Natalie settled right down and spoke not another word, unless you count all that grunting and groaning she did as well as the occasional very irreverent religious imprecations she sometimes shouted while she was deep in the throes of yet another one of her multiple orgasms. The upshot of it all was that Darlene managed to bring her off, multiple times, and in very short order too. As payment for her expertise in accomplishing this, Darlene soon had Natalie eating out the extremely wet lips of her own sweet little, well, normal sized in any case, pussy. I don't know what you'd call what they ended up doing, but it wasn't really a sixty nine. Natalie was doing her part to make it one, but Darlene was still fisting her. I took that opportunity to relieve the stress of the past hour and a half or so by getting behind Darlene and fucking her just hard enough to attain my own long delayed, but much appreciated, release. Natalie didn't seem aware of what I was doing to Darlene, not until right at the end, when I was finishing up by slamming into her while I was coming. After this first experience with Natalie, I knew I was going to have that pussy of hers tightened up, and by a considerable amount too, just as soon as I could get her into one of those Darjee medical machines the Confederacy used. Yes sir, tightened by a considerable amount. I was sure there was a very interesting story behind how her pussy had gotten as stretched out as it was, but, I didn't want to hear it, not until after that humongous hole had been partially closed back up again. After all my negotiating with the other higher scoring sponsors in our group, I had everyone placed except for Ken Carrol's retarded sister. Her name, ridiculously enough was Carole Carrol. I wondered if she had gotten retarded like she was from banging her head into a thick wooden post after her parents first told her what they'd named her. Queenie called me again, it was one day after I'd brought Natalie over to my house and we'd had that rather bizarre sexual encounter in my bedroom. She had not asked to be returned to her mother's house, and was sleeping in with Darlene in what used to be Kelly's room. Darlene said she was cool with that. Go figure. Just when I thought she was becoming more assertive about things too. "Dave, did you get me the information I asked you for?" "I've got it. Should I read it to you, or should I just email it to an email account you can access?" "Send it to the account where you first contacted us. I think I've got a workable plan for extracting you and all fifteen of your sponsors. You can take six if you want to. You're allowed five now anyway, but the captain told me he'd okay another one if you somehow showed up with one extra. He can make exceptions like that once all of you are up here on the pod ship. Who's going to make any objection if he does that? Nobody will, at least not from here on our end." "Did you find out if any of the proposed dates I sent you for the extraction were workable for a pick up?" "Yes, that's the next thing I wanted to cover with you. Can you move things up to Monday night at your house, at eight in the evening, your time?" "You mean this Monday night? As in the day after tomorrow?" "If you can get it done by then it would be a big help for us here. We'll be busy for the rest of the week, and we'd all like to get one of these "prepacks" done, just as soon as we can, in order to see if we can get a new trend started. We're encountering a lot of problems from the some of the whacko extremists, and from a lot of those religious nuts who keep stirring up all the people up who didn't qualify to get here based on their own CAP scores." "I'll do my best to get them all here, Queenie, but I can't absolutely promise that we'll have the full load." "Do your best, Dave. If you get this done for us, I can promise you that you'll be doing a lot for the all the sponsors and their slaves who have to come after you." "I'm not bringing people up there to be slaves, Queenie." "Just a figure of speech, Dave. Don't get all bent out of shape. I'm counting on you to do a good job with this. I've gone out on a big limb for you by getting so many exceptions made for your group. Please don't let them saw it off behind me, okay?" Monday night at seven thirty, my house was as crowded as I'd ever known it to be. A lot of them were afraid that they were burning all our bridges without having any solid guarantees that this was even a legitimate Confederacy extraction we'd all been gathered here to participate in. I saw how jittery they were all becoming. I knew I had to do something to try to settle them down. "Look, can I have everyone's attention, please? I want to thank all of you for coming here tonight. It means a lot to me that you'd support what I'm trying to do here. I've been assured by someone I trust completely, that this extraction is as important to the Confederacy as it is to each of us. Knowing that she's involved in this makes me totally confident that everything will be all right. I've known her all my life, and she does what she says she'll do. So, please, don't worry, you're in good hands tonight." As soon as I stopped talking, everything turned kind of a bleak grey color, and two of the largest Space Marine females I'd ever seen appeared right in the middle of my living room. "Listen up people, I'm Sergeant Regina Castro of the Confederacy Space Marines. As I'm sure you suspected, this is a Confederacy pick up. We need to get a lot done, and do it just as soon as possible, so please, you sponsors, get all the CAP cards for you and your group ready. Keep the people you'll be taking with you tonight close by you too. Sponsors, when I call your name out, please come over by Corporal Tanner and she will assist you into the field which will carry you up to the Confederacy's Colonial pod ship that will take you to your new homes. Once on board, you must all step forward to make room for the later arrivals. Captain Elliot will be on hand to give you further instructions. Now, if there are no further questions, let's get this show on the road." One by one, Queenie called out names of the sponsors, and they each stepped forward, CAP cards in one hand and their concubines herded forward with the other. It all went off quite smoothly. As each individual stepped into the force field and disappeared, the worry I'd been feeling lessened a little bit more. Finally, the last group left was mine. Darlene and Natalie went first, then Ron, who was leading a nervous looking Carole. She seemed frightened by what was happening, and had looked like she would lose it when her brother had simply disappeared like he had, right after he entered the transporting field. Judy and Angie were the last of my concubines to enter the transporter field, leaving me alone with Queenie and the other female Space Marine. "I'm going to give you your choice, Dave. You can fuck me right here, right now, on your very uncomfortable living room floor, or else we can wait until after you get all done having your body enhanced like the rest of us, and you can fuck me after you've gotten used to the augmentation adjustment. One way or another though, you owe me this fuck, because of what you put me through when you refused to let me take you with me." "Still pretty bossy I see, but at least you've given me a choice this time. I'll pick later, after my augmentation. I should warn you though that I'm going to ask for the biggest dick they can give me when I go into that medical bay." "Suits. It wouldn't have been as much fun as I hope to get if I'd had to wrestle your skinny little carcass to the rug, and take it from you right here." I entered the transport field and was lifted up to my new future. Queenie was with me, holding my hand as we both lifted towards the heavens. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2008-12-29 Last Modified: 2009-01-02 / 05:20:17 pm Version: 1.20 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------