Storiesonline.net ------- Relocation by cmsix Copyright© 2010 by cmsix ------- Description: Hell, I've been out of commision for so long I'd completely forgotten about this one. I wrote it as a hopeful begining to a new story and I put it up in Desdmona's Fish Tank for comments by other Authors. They thought it was ok and what the hell, I liked it a little myself. Gird your grid for the big one. This is my take on what happens when Science Fiction strikes a Bureaucracy at or near the speed of light. Codes: MF TimeTr ------- ------- Chapter 1 Chakalta had a job to do. It wasn't physically demanding and with his extensive training and advanced equipment it wasn't exactly mentally taxing either. It could have been a lonely job, but he wasn't the first to have it and previous bad planning had let his superiors come to understand arrangements had to be made not only for those Chakalta had to work with, but for Chakalta too. Though there had been much learned discussion over the matter and though the discussions always agreed men could do quite nicely with jacking off as the only outlet for their sexual needs, reality had showed the discussers they didn't know shit from Shinola. The observable, empirical, and measurable evidence was unassailable no matter what the experts theorized. Since a candidate for the job of Population Initiator was necessarily treated with Ageing Halt therapy at twenty-one years of age and since a standard mission was mean to last two hundred and fifty Earth years, the previous mission specialist always went bat shit crazy after only two or three years. Apparently yanking the old crank didn't do quite the job the experts thought it should. The august body of experts had been allowed to foist the first failure off as random behavior and unforeseeable. The second failure had required six months of detailed study of every second of the mission after arrival in Earth's orbit. Alas, this third failure wasn't to be explained away no matter they examined every second of the mission in slow motion. An upper level expediter had been appointed to attend to matters. This was an unusually hasty step for a normally serious studious bureaucracy such as The Population Relocation Administration. The PRA was an established government organ normally noted for careful consideration of all possibilities. The perceived haste was not generated by the importance of the mission though. It came because of other governmental considerations. At one time The Population Relocation Administration had started life in a rush and in response to the discovery of a scientific cold hard fact. Atalta, their one and only planet, was due to be struck by an apparent aimlessly wandering celestial body. Since it was fully one-third the size of Atalta itself, things were looking grim, and The Population Relocation Administration was put in place with a stupendous budget to match and given the job of finding a solution. To the complete astonishment of all concerned — the entire population of Atalta — The Population Relocation Administration delivered wonderfully even though no one had expected salvation at all. Even more amazing was that The Population Relocation Administration hadn't been trying to do what they eventually did. In other words the solution just happened to crop up from other things they were doing. Even though The Population Relocation Administration was by definition a special case, its management had been brought together from other big bureaucracies and naturally those bureaucrats knew their first job was to increase their funding for next years appropriations. These truths had been imbibed with their mother's milk. Even these experienced money spenders were taxed by the scope of their original budget and the imperative of increasing it. As a temporary measure they had created a Population Relocation Transportation sub Administration and since there weren't enough experienced money spenders to fill all available slots they accidentally employed some people who actually knew what they were doing. Any reasonable bureaucrat would have known better. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately in the long run, there just weren't enough experienced money spenders to fill all the available posts. After all, the original leadership team had already given up on throwing money at the problem and by now had resorted to firing money at it with the biggest guns they could requisition. The solution to the problem came about so quickly and so efficiently the faith of the people of Atalta in their government was renewed nearly at once. No matter that the government had spent decades worth of resources on something that only accidentally solved the problem. Not to mention the solution had nothing to do with relocating even one member of said population. The Population Relocation Transportation subsidiary Administration of the Population Relocation Administration had fired off a few hundred billion at a small private company which had discovered a way to manipulate subspace interactions with normal space. Of course they didn't have the requisite bureaucracy in place for such and important project, but time was at a premium and the money had to be allocated and spent. When the company reported promising discoveries after only one quarter both a thrill and a spasm of terror ran through the highest levels of The Population Relocation Administration itself, not to mention near panic in The Population Relocation Transportation sub Administration. Complete disaster was averted only by quick thinking of the now super rich former owner of the private company. By the luck of the draw he had become fabulously wealthy, but it was all for nothing if he didn't keep going until the original problem was solved. After all it didn't matter how much money he had to spend if there was no longer a planet to spend it on. The damned celestial body which had formerly been thought to be aimlessly wandering was still heading directly for them and their asses were gone if someone didn't do something about it. Jalton knew he had the ways and means to correct the problem now and thanks to The Population Relocation Administration's Population Relocation Transportation subsidiary he now also had the money to do the job. When he arrived at the mega-meeting his own success had caused he was able to corner the nearest career bureaucrat above him and lay down the law. "I don't have time for this shit and I didn't hire on for this kind of ass kissing. You start another damned administration right now and get these assholes off my back while I'm busy saving the planet." Fortunately for the whole world of Atalta the relatively low-level bureaucrat above Jalton knew a head rolling catastrophe when he heard one. He sent Jalton directly back to work, spread a few rumors that things weren't going as well as expected and recommended more funds to cure the problem. Of course everyone present understood what must be done at once. Six months later The Rockport Company had used its new subspace technology to place more of its new subspace technology onto the offending celestial body and began busily transporting portions of the celestial body into a nearby black hole which didn't protest in the least. Even though the immediate problem which had caused the spawning of The Population Relocation Administration was solved without any population being relocated there was nothing to say The Population Relocation Administration should be dissolved. How unfair would that be after all? They had come together and saved the world, not to mention all the people on it. In a brave statement of selflessness The Population Relocation Administration was able to further enhance its reputation and its public popularity by actually asking for less money from next year's appropriations to boot. It was put down as one of the most efficient government administrations of all time. In fact the tremendous efficiency demonstrated by The Population Relocation Administration's first project was the very reason their recent failures were so annoying. Even though what they were trying now had nothing to do with their original brief, and even though only one citizen was being lost per attempt, it looked bad for bureaucrats who had been getting top billing for the last hundred years on their past success. Their grateful world had seen it as only fitting they would remain in their position of near reverence for all these intervening year. There was much too much at stake over this ancillary project now, and the squabbling of the experts was becoming an embarrassment. Luckily for The Population Relocation Administration the once low-level bureaucrat Jalton had cornered when things were a little more hectic lo those many years ago, Dilpot, had benefited greatly from the encounter. He was now a very highly placed bureaucrat with The Population Relocation Administration. Luckily for him he had been responsible for post project placement of many of Jalton's former employees. He'd known exactly which expediter to send to the meeting with the experts. Cardaga had been a micro-pipe-fitter at The Rockport Company. Even though he was a good union man he had allowed Dilpot to move him into a company job. He could not remain in the pipe fitter's union, but at quadruple the salary and less than a tenth of the work he managed to swallow his pride. Dilpot had recognized something valuable in Cardaga from the start. No doubt the experience of once having to actually work for a living had given Cardaga the insight, but he could actually spot bullshit and its purveyor in an instant. Uncharacteristically he could usually hold his tongue until said purveyor had thoroughly hung himself. Of course now his position of expediter didn't require him to use ceremony and tact, but he still put on a good front until he'd at least had two bellies full. Even bureaucracies eventually learn they can't go on hiring more and more idiots to take up space and that sooner or later someone has to get something done. At least they did on Atalta. The position of expediter was their reaction to the process. An expediter was beholding to no one. Once hired they had the job unless a more senior expediter retired them and the only way they left was retirement or quitting on their own. No one was safe from them and they could come in and fire whole departments if they needed to. They were a well-camouflaged employee too. No bureaucrat who ever wanted another job would admit they even existed. Cardaga was an excellent expediter. Dilpot asked for his services often and Cardaga made sure the budget was always inline. Dilpot understood Cardaga was the reason his department always seemed to actually accomplish something and do it efficiently. Unfortunately for the experts in the great 'Let them Jackoff conundrum', Cardaga hadn't been called on for much lately and he was geared up for kicking a little expert ass. Of course Dilpot tried to keep him hidden away for his own uses. This time he'd had word he was about to get the whole project transferred to his department if he couldn't find a way to get some movement. Of course no movement was actually necessary, but the project was beginning to smell bad and people were making noises. Cardaga had three days warning and he went over every scrap of information available even though he had the answer to the problem after only reading a short summary. This was not unusual. On the day the meeting began Cardaga showed up two hours late. When he entered the meeting room said meeting was already in progress, but as he walked toward the dais the participants became silent and when he walked to the podium, nudged the previous speaker aside, and reversed the podium so it faced the back of the room the grumbling started. It got louder as he moved a large comfortable chair about fifteen feet in front of the podium's new position and promptly sat in it. "All of you return to the seats, including all those behind me at the big shot table. I'm the only big shot left in this room and if I hear squabbling the one responsible will be on his way to unemployment. "Everyone knows you've been here for years fucking off and it is going to start stopping today. If you don't care much for the job you might as well leave now." Cardaga announced. Of course none of them left. In fact the one who'd thought he was in charge started arguing. "This is preposterous. What makes you think you can come in here and take over our meeting?" the previous number one asshole asked. "Guards," Cardaga said, only slightly above the din. Six armed and armored guards came in and at Cardaga's pointing finger they cuffed the one who'd been complaining. "Let him stew three days in a private cell and then send him through the paperwork for employment termination," Cardaga said. "Now, let's begin again from the start. I'm sure you had some presentation in mind, so give it," Cardaga said. Since the presumed head man was no longer present there was some shuffling around, but the presentation did get started. Since he'd been able to make such an auspicious beginning Cardaga listened to three hours of their concentrated bullshit without another outburst. Finally he'd taken all he could stand though and after the current speaker finished he went to the podium, turned it back around to face the entire crowd and gave a little talk of his own. "First let me tell you all that I truly do admire your ingenuity. I'm quite sure you are the all time winners of the prize for fucking off the most time and money over nothing this world has ever seen. "I'm going to make sure this is all noted on your job performance records. You have spent untold millions of dollars trying to make a man, stabilized at twenty-one years of age, jack off for two hundred and fifty years. "You're just lucky the test subjects were all retrieved and are doing well after your extended expensive torture. Luckily none of them are asking for outrageous damages." "But they all signed waivers." "May I ask where and when you attended law school? When were you admitted to the bar?" "I'm a scientist." "If you are you're a stupid one. I've read the waiver you had them sign and it would have been better if you'd sent it with them for a wad rag. Apparently no one had the sense to hire a lawyer either. "All that is for another day though. You now have three days to formulate a plan for furnishing a woman for the men in these missions. Some of you should consider having him obtain one from the subject planet. I will guarantee immunity from personal loss for the best proposal. The rest of you will probably have any damages the former experiments win via litigation removed from your personal assets." Six of the remaining nineteen experts hung around to argue, but the other thirteen hauled their asses to get to work. Cardaga let the six stay for a couple of hours and threw in a response or two while they argued. He let it go on much longer than the fun for him lasted, but finally... "You've now flapped your lips for a couple of hours while the others have had time to get started. I'm not some flunky sent out here to hold your hands. I am an expediter and you will do what I say or you'll end up in prison instead of fired. It might be fitting in a way, but in prison the best you'll be able to hope for is jacking someone else off. You'll probably end up doing a lot of dick sucking too." His last pronouncement sent them scurrying off too, and Cardaga decided to wander around a little and see if there was anyone in the giant building he wanted to get to know a little better. Atalta was a wonderful place to live by now. It had been mostly civilized for thousands of years. Due to an unusual good plan early on the planet's population was stabilized at a few less than a billion individuals. Medical science had eliminated practically all disease and then started working miracles from there. Not only was the population healthy, they were basically young, forever — and ugly had been removed from the genome centuries ago ------- Chapter 2 Everything, so far, was going Chakalta's way. He'd been given a spacious office and a wonderfully fuckable sexatary to man the front desk which was mostly for guarding the door to his inner sanctum. With no appointments scheduled for this morning he called Gail, his sexatary, into his inner sanctum for some Dick-tation. Currently she was bent over his desk while he pumped the Dick of dictation fame back and forth into her wonderfully greasy slot. In other words he was starting the day out with a rousing fuck. "Oh God. Yes, that's it. He it comes Gail," Chakalta shouted as his nuts turned loose the white creamy flood. He sagged down over her back trying to catch his breath and then she moved out from under him. "I realize you're an important man with an important job to do, but if you shoot off in me without giving me a come just one more time I'm quitting and you can find yourself someone else to watch your office," Gail said, and then pulled her panties back up, straightened her skirt, and left the inner sanctum. Chakalta wandered to his desk and searched for a suitable wad rag. He had to wipe off at least a little of his and Gail's secretions or his dick would wind up glued to the inside of his pants. He also had to make some progress on his project. He'd already interviewed sixteen prostitutes for the project and none of them were suitable. The shortcomings weren't in the sex category at all. They all had great pussy. None of them could be persuaded to take the job. Even with the offer of Aging Halt therapy which would give them an expected life span of a thousand years. He could even understand their point of view, in a way. "Who wants to live a thousand years on a backwoods planet like Earth?" one of the whore's had asked. Who indeed? At least he had a suitable male candidate lined up. John Cadil had been the apparent choice from the start. John Cadil had been selected from young members of the Space Marines. He was intimately familiar with all types of hand held weapons, and he even scored well with the ancient projectile weapons. They being the most advanced weapons allowed on this project. In fact John Cadil had even preformed wonders with the hand constructed weapons such as knives and Bows and Arrows. Hell, he'd even done well with spears and at throwing knives. He could even make his own knives out of flint rocks that were available all over the surface of Earth. No matter the trouble in finding a female to accompany him, Chakalta was positive he had found the perfect male candidate in John Cadil. Chakalta was even pleased with the planet selected. Earth was in a small Solar System and was orbiting around its one and only star at an excellent distance. The temperature ranges were wonderful and there was even liquid water available during most of the planet's "year." Most remarkable of all, the resident humanoid residents had been studied and it was thought the resident females could be impregnated by John. What the hell, that was the most important feature when a population needed to be instigated in the first place. It meant there was no need to transport dozens of females to get things going. All he needed was one female for John to fuck on during the trip out and the initial settlement on the planet. Chakalta had to get his self in order though. A meeting with John was scheduled for just afternoon and he had to be ready to lay out the program for him. Who knew, maybe he'd have a suggestion for a woman to take along. Meanwhile Chakalta just sat at his desk and tried his best to figure out a way around this snag. His advancement depended on solving this problem and by God solve it he intended. Hours later his desktop signaling device made a noise and his sexatary informed him John Cadil was here to see him. He had her send him in and after he was seated Chakalta went over the mission from start to finish before opening up the discussion for questions. "Let me get this straight in my mind. You want to send me off to this planet, Earth, I believe you called it. There I'm to build a campsite and capture females and breed with them?" John asked. "Exactly. You are going to be what we call a population instigator. It isn't like they don't have a population already, but we'd like one with more of our type of characteristics. We will leave a small ship in orbit for the first several years to make sure you can be resupplied with food and other things you might need. What do you think?" Chakalta asked. "I think I've died and gone to heaven. When can I start?" John asked. "Your ship can leave as soon as we find a suitable companion for you. Frankly, you'll need some pussy to take along. Don't interrupt. We have tried this before and what with the Aging Halt treatments keeping you around twenty-one years old and at your sexual peak we've already learned you won't last more than a year or two at the longest without going completely crazy, no matter how much you jack off." Chakalta said. "Is there a problem securing a female to go along?" John asked. "I've interviewed forty-seven prostitutes and though I found several of them suitable I couldn't convince even one of them to take the job, even after offering them Aging Halt therapy as an inducement." "I'm not surprised," John said. "What? Why aren't you surprised?" Chakalta asked. "What would a prostitute want with such a long life? You'd do better asking around in some universities. Check out female astronomy students. Doctoral candidates would probably be best. Get them while they're still thinking about how much they can learn from such an expedition. On second though look among the anthropologist. Offer them advanced degrees for participation." John suggested. "I'll begin a study at once and we can talk over the progress next week," Chakalta said, and dismissed John. John made his way to his residence and began research on the planet Earth at once. Thee was more available than he'd thought there would be. The planet seemed to have two humanoid species already. One had been designated Neanderthal and the other Cro-Mangnon. He wondered who'd come up with these names but he didn't wonder that the two humanoid groups had been determined to be two different species. John was amazed to find that individuals from each had been captured and studied. They were closer than they first appeared. It was evident they could interbreed and produce offspring, but apparently the fact hadn't occurred to either. That wasn't such a shock since both groups were still arming themselves with pointed sticks and knives made by shaping rock by banging them together. The best information available said neither had a written language yet and the closest they came was drawing pictures on the inner walls of their caves. John was completely shocked when he came to the section explaining the internal workings of the creatures. It was apparent no effort had been made to send the study subjects back to Earth after the study was done. Apparently they had been sacrificed and then been the subjects of Post Mortem inspection. To John this was deplorable, but he didn't intend to bring it up. He didn't want anything putting a hold on his trip to the surface. He busied himself making a list of the first tools he wanted to take to the surface with him. Chakalta has done some quick research after John left. He only spent a few minutes cursing himself for not thinking of the non-interest in the project exhibited by the prostitutes. Hell, what would they want more years of life for? The thought of laying down and fucking anyone with a few dollars for over a hundred or more years couldn't have been very appealing. When he finally gathered up twenty or so female Anthropology grad students his offer was better received. They got their backs up when they learned they'd have to "put out" for their ride, but he was surprised that the best looking potential subjects were the first to get over that snag. He spent nearly half an hour ranking the women on the basis of looks before he decided to show John what he'd come up with. He sent word for John to return right away. After a first look John asked how many he could take with him. "Do you mean you'd like more than one?" Chakalta asked. "Of course I would. I think three should be the minimum." "Three?" Chakalta asked. "Yes. One blonde, one brunette, and one redhead." "What, no eye color specification?" Chakalta asked. "I would have thought that detail would be obvious. Blue eyes for the blonde, brown eyes for the brunette, and of course green eyes for the redhead," John said. "And what about the size of their breasts?" "The larger the better," John said, grinning. Chakalta pushed a few buttons on his computer's keyboard and the images of the female anthropologists came up sorted by hair color, eye color, and breast size. It didn't take John long to pick his favorites and Chakalta save them. They talked for a while longer and then separated. John went back to work on his lists while Chakalta sent off messages to John's prospective selections. The next morning Chakalta called John's selections for a meeting and for the first time showed them who they'd be working with to get their reactions. As he'd expected they all liked the looks of John and after direct questioning they all agreed they could give it up for him if he was even half way decent to get along with. They were also asked if they could get along together and they all agreed they could. Chakalta wasn't sure they all realized it meant they'd be together in bed, but that detail could be settled later. The next morning he called John in for another meeting and showed him what he had accomplished. John was well pleased and he felt he should meet them right away and get them to help him with his list. Chakalta arranged it and after a small get acquainted meeting he left them alone for John to explain the list and get their input. Bubbles, the name the blonde preferred, Mary, the brunette, and Prissy, the redhead seemed delighted to be selected. They were at a loss about what to request at first until John told them what conditions to expect when they were put down. "Hopefully, they'll be able to set us down near a suitable cave and hopefully there won't be any residents in it when we get there. Can you all shoot?" he asked. They all claimed they could but admitted they could use some practice. "A little practice wouldn't hurt me either and Chakalta told me there would be a suitable place in the ship for us to use to practice. Apparently they modified the ship with a force field covered opening that would allow bullets to exit without causing any damage. The travel time will allow plenty of time for practice since it will be too short to make suspended animation practical for us," John said. "Oh," Bubbles said,"I figured we'd be put to sleep and just wake up there." "Sorry, you're going to have to put up with my company until we get there." John said. "Silly boy, we might as well get used to you. We'll be spending years with you on the planet," Prissy said, and then she put her arm around him and pulled him in for a hug. It was a small thing, but John appreciated it and he really appreciated the feel of her titties pressed against him. Prissy had the largest pair of all them and it never hurt to get the first contact out of the way. They spent the rest of the day together and John noticed that even though Prissy had been the first to press her breasts to him the others weren't far behind. He also found out Prissy was the most aggressive of the three, with Bubbles coming in next in line and Mary seeming a little shy. He could live with that. They started their practice that afternoon with pistols. They were furnished Glocks in .45 ACP. John tried a pair of those himself, but his main weapons were a pair of Ruger Blackhawks in 44 Magnum. The practice port came equipped with target holders and there were plenty of humanoid silhouettes. John thought it was appropriate they matched the expected Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal people of the planet. They weren't the only targets though and there were more pistols for them to try. The most useful seemed to be an XP-100 type of pistol chambered and barreled for the 35 Remington cartridge. It gave near rifle results while only having to carry a weapon a little larger than a normal pistol. They had other differences from the normal XP-100 too. A removable clip-type magazine and a sixteen inch barrel were the most noticeable and they had a 4 to 16 variable day/night scope mounted. They also had several pair of day/night binoculars, just in case. It was only the first day of travel and already they had accomplished a lot. John was sure they would be ready by the time they were set down. Later in the day they all spent hours at computer displays going over virtual catalogs of equipment. Any of it could be made by the replicators along with most anything else they could dream up. The best part about the catalogs was the specifications for anything in them were already programmed into the replicator. If they dreamed up something custom they needed help from a specialist to complete the specifications. Most of that type of thing was needed by John though. He wanted them all to have a couple of compound bows with plenty of suitable arrows. He worked with the specialist and every woman to get bows exactly to fit them. He also had several additional bows made in more generic sizes. He also called for thousands of arrows to match the generic bows. "We'll make friends sooner or later and no doubt arming some of them with bows will help us out in the long run," John said. ------- Chapter 3 John, Bubbles, Prissy, and Mary were only slightly surprised to discover their first practice session had also been the start of the journey. It wasn't really important since nothing they owned would really be helpful on the trip and anything they needed could be made by the replicator. As soon as the practice was over they were shown to their room. They were all fitted into one room and since they would soon become so familiar there was only one big bed for all four of them. The girls were quick to strip out of their clothes and call John to the bed for a get acquainted fuck. John was in titty heaven shortly and he did his best to make sure he could give his all to each of them. After they were fucked out they headed to the bathroom where they found they had a large tub and a giant shower. Apparently they were going to get the Royal treatment during the trip. John thought it might be to make up for the poor conditions they'd have when they were put down. What the hell, they had six weeks to get ready for placement and with a little practice every day and an hour or so every day to think up things they'd need when they got in place they'd be fine. They didn't have to rush through things on the ship. They just worked on their problems at an easy pace. By the time the ship was on station they had everything done as well as it could be done. They were surprised to find a planet with a worldwide civilization when they arrived, but it was actually normal. The captain informed them they had arrived during normal time and that they were to be set back ten thousand years so they could effect the planet as it was becoming civilized, or just prior to it. They spent a day studying things and even took a close look at the firearms that were present. It was suggested they make their selections from weapons that were already available so nothing they accidentally left behind would influence the planet to come up with something out of line. They easily found weapons to do what they wanted and in some cases even felt what they found was better than what they had been set on using. The modern day planet had not made it to energy type weapons yet so their projectile firearms were very advanced. John was especially taken with their night vision equipment, something he had never spent much time experimenting with. They spent a week in orbit looking over the modern day earth and then the jump back in time was made. They were set down in ancient Europe near some caves which were unused as far as they could tell. They were also within thirty miles of a Cro-Magnon settlement and only fifty miles from a group of Neanderthals. While they had been studying the more modern Earth John had made a study of their horses. They weren't being used as major transportation any longer but John had seen they would be a big help since no vehicles were expected in the age they were going to be put down. He studied the equipment used with the horses and promptly had several saddles made for them and a few wagons too. The wagons were disassembled but they would be easy to assemble and he could tell they would be useful. After some serious negotiations with the ship's captain John was able to convince him there was nothing keeping them from acquiring a few horses from modern earth to take back with them The captain allowed one for each of them and two mules to pull a wagon. The saddles were modified to fit the horses exactly and all was well. Finally the time came to disembark after a couple of days spent looking over the actual conditions they'd encounter. They dressed for the occasion, strapped on their weapons and then they were off. They were set down in front of a large cave, switched on their hand held lights and headed into the cave leading their horses and the two mules. One snag was apparent at once. There were animals in the cave. They used their rifles to kill the six wolves who were laying around and John insisted they skin them out and stretch and tan the hides. He felt it would be good to use the skins to augment the clothing they already had. He felt they would look more normal to any people they encountered. They'd been put down about mid-morning in this area so it gave them plenty of time to gather wood for a fire and also get their sleeping bags spread out and then cook a meal. Cooking wasn't so important at first though since the ship sent a meal down with them. It had also sent them plenty of stored food to get them started. All in all their arrival went smoothly and by sunset they were set in their cave with a large fire going in the entrance to deter any night time visitors. They weren't expecting any people yet, but they did worry about animals wondering in. A closer look around inside the cave showed there was a small stream flowing from a crack in the cave's wall and running off into a hole and disappearing. John though it was a good place for drinking water and was a great spot to place a privy. The water would keep the waste washed away. He called for the ship to do some investigating and it discovered the water was from a glacier which was covering a large area on the other side of the mountain. John didn't have to wonder why the water was so cold. While the women put supper together John made the rounds outside picking up firewood. He built a stack of it near the fire and intended to get up during the night to replenish the supply of their unwelcome fire. They crawled into their sleeping bags shortly after sunset and then took the time to zip them together. Prissy had called for this scheme. She was always the one wanting to make sure John provided plenty of dick and their antics usually had Mary and Bubbles in the mood too. John was not complaining. Shortly after John and Bubbles finished with their sex that had been inspired by first Prissy and then Mary getting interested John had just lay back to think about going to sleep when he heard something prowling around near their fire. He picked up the rifle they'd modeled after a Military M1 with modifications and looked toward the entrance through its day/night scope. It was a wolf trying to find a way in and John shot it right away. He had no way of knowing the cave would amplify the sound and cause remarks in the Cro-Magnon settlement just half a mile up a valley which happened to run nearly directly in line with the cave's entrance. Of course the Cro-Magnons had no intention of striking out in the dark to see what caused it, but it did make them wonder what in the hell it was. John's little band of women didn't take the wolf so lightly though. They all scrambled out of bed to skin it out and stretch the skin on one of the racks they'd built during the day. Prissy and Bubbles had liked the idea of wearing animal skins when John first mentioned it and Mary had even generated a little interest of her own. It had also caused them to place an immediate order to the ship for something they'd all missed. Needles and thread. They hadn't thought of a one before they came, but now had hundreds of needles and practically miles of threads of all descriptions. Hell, even spacewomen knew how to sew. After building the fire back up and widening it a little to make sure nothing could sneak around it John came back to bed. Soon they were all sleeping and they kept it up until sunrise except for the two times John had to crawl out of the bags and mend the fire. ------- Chapter 4 Waking at sunrise the next morning John was the first to discover an untenable situation in their living arrangements. The fresh water flowing into the cave was fine for drinking, but it was entirely too cold for washing. Just try having a shower or bath in the runoff from a glacier. Fortunately John didn't even have to try it the first time. He radioed the ship and had them install an inline water heater in the stream and he also called for plumbing as long as he was at it. Two hours later a large shower enclosure and a claw foot bathtub were in place and they both had faucets for hot and cold running water. The ship had provided and estimate of ten thousand years before the glacier melted enough to cause the water to stop flowing. Apparently there was one hell of a lot of ice on the other side of their mountain. John was the first to brave the new shower, but he was joined by Bubbles, Mary, and then Prissy soon enough. Things nearly devolved into a porno-movie type shower scene but rumbling stomachs finally brought them to their senses and they made their exits, dried, dressed, and then the women started warming up food on the cooking fire John hastily assembled. To show he had been anticipating their wants the captain of the overhead orbiting ship sent down a large supply of a pasty type concoction meant to be spread onto and worked into the skins from the wolves. He claimed it would greatly aid in the tanning of same and would make them much more wearable and comfortable to wear. John was all for it, but after it was applied he called the girls together for a first exploration on the ground. They armed themselves, even carrying their bows and arrows, for looks mostly, and they set out to see what was shaking outside. Their cave was really well suited for their occupation and use, what with a large open area just in front of the entrance. The 'front porch' as they called it would be shaded during the summer by the large trees around it and it was well drained for the winter furnishing a large 'front yard' for them to use during outdoor activities. It didn't take them long to completely explore this area and find next to nothing interesting. They soon took to climbing around and exploring the several animal type trails leading off from their area and soon they came upon a small altercation. Apparently one of the nearby Cro-Magnon residents of the female persuasion was trying to escape capture by three of the males, apparently from her group. John was interested at once and not only because it was his duty to impregnate several of the resident females. This particular female resembled the fictional character named Ayla in one of their study text. Yes, "The Clan of the Cave Bear" stolen from their uptime observations of the planet had not only been required reading, it had been required study material and all this was from mere hope it would have something to do with the conditions they would face. Those higher up in the planning for the mission hadn't really dared to hope the books in the series would show conditions as they actually were, they had only hoped studying them would make them a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy. From the looks of things at the moment their wishes were well on the way to being fulfilled. They gray eyed blonde girl in evidence was near enough to Ayla's looks to do nicely and she seemed to currently be being pursued by several examples of Cro-Magnon man. John wasn't about to let the males interfere with his mission. At once he knocked an arrow and sent it into the chest of the largest male present. The women with him were quick studies and they did the same. It was only a little bother that Prissy and Bubbles aimed for the same man and John quickly made up for the mistake with another fine shot. The score was now Interstellar experimental group four, cave men zero. With two more males to be accounted for and Mary and Prissy soon accounted for them. The female was thunderstruck and quickly looked around to try discovering where the perpetrators of this miracle were. She spotted them at once and quickly lowered herself to her knees in abject terror and surrender. John approached her at once. "There there little one. Don't worry, we won't hurt you." he said, but even he noticed it wasn't what came out of his mouth. There had been some discussion on the trip out over translation problems. The ship had contained much information about the current inhabitants including a complete translation of all the languages they were likely to encounter. Unknown to John and his companions the information had been 'given' to them during their sleep along with a sort of 'program' for speaking the new language that had been installed under hypnotic suggestion. It was only a temporary solution and it was hoped the explorers would soon come to speak the language naturally. For the nonce the translation 'program' seemed to be working much better than expected. An exchange of names was next and John was surprised the girls name was actually Ayla, or at least she claimed it was and he couldn't feature her lying about such a thing. John was amazed he could actually converse with Ayla and all his companions were in the same shape. Ayla told them she had been assigned to the first male John had killed as a mate and she hadn't wanted to be any such thing so she had run away. John told her she was welcome to stay with them as long as she liked and she took them up on it right away. She led them to the bodies and began stripping them of all their valuables at once. "They may need these things in the next world, but we may need them now," Ayla said, and there was no doubt their pursuit of her went a long way toward coloroing her opinion of what they'd need in the afterlife. She collected the spears and flint shard knives from them. She was about to strip the bodies of clothing also and Bubbles, Mary, and Prissy helped her at once. After the bodies were stripped John asked her what they should do with them and Ayla explained the preferred method was a fire. They spent the next hour gathering squaw wood and piling it on the bodies and then Ayla set it alight by banging flint against a piece of iron pyrite to make a spark and get things going. While the bodies were burning John asked Ayla about the hunting in the area and she told him she could lead them to a good place to watch for deer. He had her start out and then the rest followed. Twenty or so minutes later they were heading down a small hill toward a stream and Ayla froze and then pointed toward four deer drinking. John and Prissy stalked closer to the game and fired their first arrows at the same time, striking and killing the largest two. The others didn't run away at once and so they did it again and ended up with four deer on their very first hunt. Ayla was excited and wanted to run to the kills, but she waited for the others to accompany her. When she got there she began gutting them at once and the others soon helped, except for John. Ayla had been persuasive asking him to watch over them lest predators come and steal the kills. It turned out to be sage advice since John had to kill two hyenas and three foxes who seemed determined to horn in. Once the deer had been prepared Mary and Bubbles watched over them while John cut down saplings to make a travois and Ayla skinned out the foxes. She turned her nose up at the hyena though. Of course they'd come out walking and so the women had to pull the travois home. Ayla took most of the duty since she had never seen such and she wanted the experience. Two hours after the skinning they were back in the cave and Ayla was amazed at all the things available to help with skinning and butchering they had available. Ayla was especially attentive once Prissy started cooking over the fire John built. At first she helped Prissy and then she mostly took over the operation. Mary caught her attention then by filling one of their large pots with water and stew ingredients. Once that was on the fire too, Ayla was amazed. The next few hours were spent without John's participation. Ayla seemed to want to talk to the women and she actually acted as if what she had to say wasn't important enough to bother John about it. She quizzed the women on how they did things, but they turned it right around on her and asked her how she did things. Of course since Ayla had actually been doing things here on the ground she had more knowledge than they did and so it turned out Ayla was teaching Bubbles, Mary, and Prissy how to be proper cave women. John tried to look uninterested but he was paying careful attention. He was sure he could learn to be a proper cave man with Ayla's help and it wouldn't hurt to discover her thoughts on the proper division of labor among the sexes. They had a late meal after everything was ready, and what with the short days this time of year it was coming onto dark thirty. John built another fire in the entrance, making sure to cover the whole width of it this time, and after it was going well he and his women tried to interest Ayla in a bath. She was reluctant at first, but once she discovered what they meant by bath, and especially shower, and once she realized they had warm water she was all for it. The next three hours were spent while John watched the naked women wash, dry, and brush out each others hair. John mainly concentrated on viewing the naked flesh and letting his dick get as hard as possible. Ayla wasn't one bit shy about flashing her naked bits around and she asked Bubbles if it was possible for her to join them as another mate for John. Prissy let her know right away it was not only possible, but it was the reason John took up her plight in the first place. Ayla seemed thrilled at this notion and once they all went over to join John in the sleeping bags Ayla was so excited she didn't even pay much attention to the strange furs they were sleeping in. To add to Ayla's excitement Prissy was the first tonight to give up the cooter for John's enjoyment. It was obviously Ayla's first time to watch so closely and John was surprised later, when he was between her thighs, to find it would be Ayla's first rodeo with a live dick. He tried his best to be gentle, but Ayla was squirming around so frantically she did the deed herself by zigging when she should have been zagged and parting her own hymen against John's hard, but mostly still, dick. It was obvious to everyone that Ayla didn't really know what to do with a dick once she had it up her, but soon the other women settled her down enough to get her pumping her ass correctly and things were fine until John discovered she was tall enough to let him suck her nipples while he had his dick up her. Ayla wondered what he was doing and was trying to explain she didn't have any milk when things got good to her and it made her want to wiggle her hips. Soon enough she had her legs wrapped around John's ass and was trying to pull him deeper with every stroke. When John left off sucking on her nipples and kissed her, slipping his tongue in Ayla did her best to suck it out of his mouth and the fuck was on for real. Ayla might not have had her technique down pat but she did a wonderfully athletic job of fucking right back up at him and she earned the cream surprise in record time. It just so happed she had done a workman like job of rubbing her clitty against him while she was at it and she exploded in her first real orgasm. She kissed and petted on John for hours that night after his performance. She cooed in his ear and kissed and stroked his back and ass while he was pumping up the others too, and she snuggled right up against his warm side when they went to sleep. If ever there was a woman who appreciated a good orgasm and the one who gave it, Ayla was that woman. John woke the next morning needing to piss, but he discovered at once his dick was as hard as iron and he found out the reason at once. Ayla had her hand wrapped around it and was slowly manipulating it in her sleep. He managed to extricate himself without waking anyone and he was off to the pisser at once. Ayla noticed she no longer had the warm body beside her though and in her attempt to find John she woke the others. They managed to settle her down shortly and when John returned he couldn't help but notice the love look on Ayla's face. At least she went on to the toilet when the other women went, but she seemed a little let down to see John already dressed when they returned. John took the time to kiss her soundly and fondle all the good parts when she and the others were back and he didn't complain a bit when Ayla sneeked back into line for a second helping. Since she hadn't dressed yet he gave her splendid ass a thorough grabbing and petting and finally released her so she could get dressed and help with breakfast. Ayla was astounded to see the women cooking the eggs they took out of the refrigerator which she considered a storage closet. They fried some and scrambled some and when it came time to eat it was obvious cooked eggs were a revelation to Ayla. She was also amazed at the biscuits and by the process of spreading butter on them. She had a million questions and John let the other women fill her in as best they could. On the other hand John realized something they were missing at breakfast. He was a more or less traditional guy and breakfast was the time for pork to him. He realized hogs were going to be hard to come by here and especially now, but he hoped for a few javelina and he began asking Ayla if she knew where any could be had at once. She took a minute thinking and she finally told him where she thought some were but she said they were far away. John knew at once today was the day for teaching Ayla to ride. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2010-03-22 Last Modified: 2010-03-29 / 08:22:44 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------