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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 16 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 16


	That was it; they didn't hit Faye's -- there wasn't a sponsor in
sight, so it wasn't worth it.  We had eight members of a group called 'Anti-
Extraction Action' -- nine after we waited out the guy in the warehouse, who
had been told to sit tight for three days to make sure he wasn't going to be
captured and then fly home.  We let him report, so we could get his
communications links.

	Everybody else was in interrogation within the hour.  We found the
little suicide pills that everybody was supposed to use as a last resort and
hooked them all up to devices similar to those in a CAP test chamber, but
crossed with a lie detector and some other goodies and pumped them dry.  We
discovered the training camp in eastern Montana and some other places where
people were stashed here and there and Marine teams went in to get them.
Some survivalist whacko with big bucks funded the original group, but it had
grown over time and they had gotten terrorist training from some VERY bad
people.  Most of them were disgruntled spouses of concubines who opted for
pickup over staying home with the old man -- and due to a certain weeding
process they had to thin out the weak sisters -- permanently -- it was clear
that the women involved had all made the right choice.  Oddly enough, they
had no problem with harems -- the Marines found three different locations
where they had fifteen or twenty women in full white slavery to service the
troops -- and they treated them worse than anyone in a Confederacy Civil
Service brothel ever THOUGHT of.  Every site had a graveyard out back...
Apparently, the original group had been women in pre-packs whose sponsors had
been executed, and the thought process had been, 'If they wanna be slave
sluts, anyway, let's show 'em how it is!' but over time, they stopped JUST
collecting women from pre-packs and started taking whoever they could get
easily that struck their fancy.  The Marines found women of every race, size
and color, being used in ways that defied description -- one chick was
apparently a living coffee table...

	Of course, Cheryl hadn't been exposed to any of that -- those she had
seen, she'd been told were captured pre-pack sluts being punished for being
whores -- something she didn't have a problem with as long as she didn't see
the extremes.  Apparently, the group was collecting lesbians like Cheryl,
irritated with the idea of men taking women into their 'sordid little
harems,' to use as agents.

	Of course, this took several days to develop -- and we weren't
involved in the big pickups -- I just got updates over the next few days
while we awaited transport.  That day, we debriefed for a couple of hours in
orbit, and I spent a couple of minutes in a tube cleaning up the shoulder
wound, then went back down to collect Faye, who had no idea how wild the
events of the afternoon had been!

	"Thank God you're here and everybody else has finally left!" Faye
chirped -- then got a look at our faces.  "What happened?"

	"We were attacked outside the police station," I related.  "We'd been
wasting our time because Cheryl, one of the members of the support detail,
was in the Earth First group!  They knew everything we were doing, so they
waited until we thought we were all done and unloaded on us!"

	"Omigod!"

	"Do you remember Alisha?" Shannon yelped.  "They shot her!"

	"Omigod!  Is she okay?"

	"Then they tried to kill Nicky!" Rachel erupted.

	"Omigod!  Where is he?" Faye gasped.

	"In orbit," I related.  "He's been picked up -- officially -- with
Elise."

	"Thank God for THAT!" Faye cried.  "You all must be pretty hopped up!
I thought I had it bad!"

	I chuckled.  "Yeah, so did we, before..."

	Faye eyed me.  "So now what?"

	"Under normal circumstances, I think I'd pack us all in the house for
the night and just take it easy -- but I want to check in on Alisha and she's
not on Earth," I replied.  "So, are you ready for the big question?"

	"I guess so."

	I stood there looking at her for a moment, then said, "No, you're
not.  Get naked."  I spun on Rachel and Shannon, "You two, too.  I'll be
right back."  I went out to the Escalade and collected something I'd picked
up a couple of days before.  When I came back in, all three of them were
nude.  "Okay, kneel up pretty in a row, Faye on the left and Rachel on the
right..."  I gestured to my front.

	"Oooo!  I LOVE it when he takes charge!" Rachel cooed, dropping to
her knees.  Shannon slid into position beside her and Faye knelt, eyeing me
warily.

	I stepped up to Faye and said, "Now, ask me, pretty please, if I'll
be your sponsor..."

	I could tell by the look on her face that the foremost thought in her
mind was, 'How serious is he?'  She decided to play it straight:  "Will you
be my sponsor?  Pretty please?"

	"Will you be a good girl and behave yourself?" I asked her.

	"Oh yes!"  Then she got this look in her eye.  "If I don't you can
spank me..."

	"Momma!" Rachel cackled.

	"Good enough," I chuckled.  "I accept you, Faye.  You are mine."  I
opened the bag in my hand and fished out a collar -- and a leash.  I buckled
on the collar -- which wasn't Confederacy issue -- and told her, "You'll get
a nice, functional replacement in orbit, but it's the thought that counts."
Then I fished leashes for Shannon and Rachel out of the bag and clipped them
on their collars.  'We're going out through the transporter in the police
station, so we can return all of our equipment -- and Rachel always wanted to
incite a riot, so this is her big chance to show off.  Faye, take Shannon's
leash.  Shannon, take Rachel's.  Let's go, Girls!"  I gave a tug on Faye's
leash and she stood to follow.

	Most of the paparazzi had wandered off over the past few days, but we
had a couple left -- and they got a big kick out of my little train,
photographing them all as they followed me to the car.  Rachel was cutting up
in the back, happy as a clam, even if Faye and Shannon were a bit more
nervous and embarrassed.  I tucked them in the SUV and we took off with a
couple of reporters' cars in tow.

	More met us at the police station.  We parked out front and collected
all of our Confederacy equipment and paraphernalia and the girls all got in
line to be led into the police station.  I led the girls back through the
usual rumpus out by the front desk and back into the detectives' area, where
I got the latest update from Mike and shook his hand.

	"What about Cheryl?" Shannon asked.

	"She's being held by the Confederacy," Mike replied.  "I don't think
she'll be back, somehow."

	"I hope they find three dykes to fuck her to death with pointed
dildoes!" Rachel said acidly.  I was plenty surprised -- Rachel just
generally didn't get that nasty!  Seeing my look, she folded her arms across
her chest and said, "Well?  She got Alisha shot!  And she tried to get you
killed!"  Oddly, she didn't mention herself -- or even Shannon...  I let it
go.

	"Let's go, Girls!"  I pointed them at the office where the
transporter was and we shuffled off -- to Moonbase, as it turned out -- in
reverse order, with Rachel in the lead and me trailing Faye.  Goodbye
Earth...

                       ----------------------------------

	Alisha wasn't due out of the tube for another hour or so -- the rifle
bullet had scrambled her insides pretty good, and if I hadn't gotten her
transported, we'd have had another funeral on our hands.  I had the AI show
me a 3-D display and decided to trim up her pubes and remove excess hair --
and the other 'standard' modifications, which weren't generally needed --
while she was in.  Then we all took a look at Faye.

	Lopping ten years off Faye seemed to be most of what was necessary.
We made sure her back could handle her existing breasts and lifted them a
tad, trimmed back her pubes to a little 'V' pointing at her clit and handled
the rest of her excess body hair, and called it a day.  I like my women
recognizable as such.  We slipped her into a tube and settled back to wait.

                       ----------------------------------

	Mike appeared just after Faye went into the tube, wearing Civil
Service greys.  "Mike!  What's up?"

	Mike grinned sheepishly.  "I came up just short, but, gee, I dunno,
maybe I get extra credit for being wounded in action or something.  When I
came out of the tube they told me I'd just squeaked over the line, so now I'm
a Police Liaison."

	"Well, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy!"  I clapped him on the
back.

	"Dunno what I'm gonna do without Deadeye Harshman around, though,"
Mike grinned, then switched up.  "Look, I gotta run. She's gonna make it,
right?  And you've taken her?"

	"Right on both counts," I agreed.

	"Okay.  Tell her I said hi."  Mike shook my hand and left.

                       ----------------------------------

	Alisha came out of the tube ten minutes after Faye did.  "I guess I'm
not dead," she muttered, sitting up.

	I grinned at her.  "No, it's worse -- you're a concubine."

	"Yeah, right..."

	"Which piece?" I asked.

	"That's worse?"

	"Depends on who you talk to, I guess."

	"Okay, so..."  She looked down at herself.  "No blood, no bullet
holes, no pain.  Everybody's naked.  Well, almost everybody."  The medic and
I were in uniform.

	"Do you remember agreeing to be my concubine?" I asked.

	"Yeah, but you only had two slots, right?" Alisha looked over at
Rachel and Shannon -- and Faye.

	"I apologize for lying to you, Honey, but it would have gotten in the
way of your doing your job if I took you on, so I misled you.  I'm allowed
four," I apologized.

	"So..."

	"You're mine.  Meet your sisters in bondage."  I waved at the trio.

	"Where are we?"

	"The Moon."

	"Wow!  Oh, wow!" Alisha's eyes got as big as saucers.  "This is for
real?"

	"Yeah."

	Alisha let out a squeal of delight that would have done justice to a
fourteen-year-old.  "Yippeee!"  I reached out and helped her get down from
the tube.  She slid into my arms, hugging me.  "What do I have to do?"

	"I think the short answer is 'anything I tell you.'  The long answer
may be more complicated," I told her.  "We'll both learn it soon enough, I
think."

	"You're in line behind me!" Faye erupted.  "I want him to fuck my
brains out!"

	"Okay!" Alisha replied -- but I turned to Faye and rebuked her,
"Don't be bossy!  Papa spank!"  Faye grinned from ear to ear.

	"You girls are going to have to shake things out," I noted, "but just
because Faye is older doesn't mean she's Numero Uno.  That's Rachel.  Each of
you has her own talents and will put them to use.  I figure Shannon will help
me with whatever I'm doing during the day, for instance, although I could be
wrong -- we'll see.  For the moment, Rachel sets the schedule for bed
partners -- I have veto power, of course."

	"Momma has been shorted for a while, so I think she probably needs an
injection from Scotty," Rachel mused.  "I'm good for now, since I'm preggers
-- well, until I get horny again, anyway."

	"Rachel, you have no idea..." Faye began.

	"Biometric scans indicate that Rachel Mercer Harshman is carrying
twin male fetuses at this moment," the AI interjected.  "It is early, but
there is currently no indication that she will be unable to carry them to
term."

	Everybody froze.  Faye's eyes bulged.  "You're kidding!"

	"The data is accurate.  The medical bay has a full complement of
biometric scans."  The AI produced a holographic image of Rachel's uterus --
much magnified.  "The embryos are in extremely early development, but both
show the male chromosome configuration.  They are currently identical."

	Rachel produced a self-satisfied smile.  "I TOLD you so!  Scotty
knew, too -- didn't you, Lover?  It happened the morning after Daddy died."
I nodded agreement.  You had to have been there to be sure, but I HAD been
there...

	"The timeline is consistent with fetal development," the AI agreed.

	"You guys get the front seat until I stop having morning sickness,"
Rachel announced, "but then I'm gonna get seriously horny for, like, six
months..."

	"How do YOU know?" Faye accused.

	"Because YOU told me how YOU work!" Rachel shot back.

	"Girls!" I interjected.

	"Sorry, Lover!" Rachel apologized.

	"Faye..."

	"Me, too..."  Faye grinned crookedly.  "I guess you'll have to spank
me."

                       ----------------------------------

	So I did.

	"OH, Baby!  Fuck me!  Spank my ass!  I'M GONNA CUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!"
Faye squalled, as I pounded her, doggie-style, rhythmically alternating swats
on her ass cheeks.  They weren't hard, but there were a lot of them and her
ass was pink all over when she convulsed under me that first time.  They got
even redder on the way to her second climax -- and my first -- but Faye
didn't seem to mind...  Her pussy milked me dry and I withdrew, allowing her
to flop over on her side.  "Man, that stings!" she muttered, breathlessly.

	"You wanted it," I noted.  We were in the master bedroom of our
temporary quarters; it had been decided that we would ship on the kilopod
transport Aphrodite, due in Earth orbit in three days.

	"Yeah," Faye muttered.  "It hurt so good, too, while we were
fucking..."

	"Deal with it," I told her.  "Next!"  I beckoned Alisha, who had been
sitting in a chair nearby, watching and masturbating.  She was glassy-eyed,
already wet and ready.  She climbed onto the bed and knelt up in the same
position as Faye had been in, then watched me over her shoulder with big eyes
as I lined up my cock and slid it in.  "I know, I don't need to spank you," I
muttered as I sheathed myself in her.

	""Uuhhh!  Thank God!" Alisha breathed.  "Can I have a baby?"

	"Three months!" Rachel retorted from the door.  "We don't want to ALL
be busted at once and feeding kids and making Scotty's life Hell.  Every
three months is good.  You can go second and then Momma and Shannon last --
she wants to make sure she's ready."

	"O-okay!" Alisha puffed, taking the impacts as I powered into her
from behind.  "We can practice a lot, though, right?  I LOVE this!"

	"Yeah, no problem," Rachel chuckled.  "Scotty can probably handle all
four of us in a pinch, but I think two a day is plenty."

	"He gets three tonight!" Shannon declared from beside her.  "But I'll
take mine in the morning."  Her eyes challenged Rachel's, but Rachel grinned
and wrinkled her nose and I knew that I was going to be using Shannon as a
blanket.  I figured that by the time the Aphrodite hit orbit, my harem would
have itself organized...

	It's a tough job, protecting and expanding the human race -- but
somebody's got to do it...

END

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