A Piece of my Imagination

Editor

I’d like to thank Mulligan and Steve T for their assistance in turning this into a better story than my initial effort, any errors remaining are of course mine.

The piercing scream captured the attention of everyone in the hold.

“What d’you think your doing?” called the big woman in the grey uniform as she turned towards the disturbance.

The young man let go of the girl he’d been dragging by the hair and turned to face the new threat. “This bitch,” he said waving at the prone girl, “just told me to strip and thinks I’m going to do as she says just because she picked me to come with her.” He stared at the woman in uniform and said slowly, spacing the words, “That’s not going to happen!”

The big woman stepped forward and looked down at the angry young man. He must have been about five feet ten inches tall and she was a good six inches taller than him, she also outweighed him by a fair amount and none of it looked like fat under the tight grey uniform she wore.

She placed a hand firmly on the young man’s shoulder, “Be still,” she ordered as he tried to wriggle out of her grasp. As he stilled she turned her attention to the whimpering woman on the floor.

“I take it you’re his sponsor?” she asked.

The dark eyed woman looked up and nodded in confirmation.

“Do you still want him?” the woman in uniform asked blandly.

A negative shake of the head was the only response to the question from the tearful woman.

“Right,” said the Amazon before she turned her attention back to the young man. “Where were you picked up from?”

“London,” he replied, a lot of his anger had fled and he wondered what would happen next.

The Amazon turned her eyes upwards and spoke softly, “Who’s running the London pickup?”

The voice of the AI responded in her implant, “Sergeant Green.”

“Steve Green?” she asked.

“Correct,” replied the AI.

“Patch me through to him,” she ordered.

There was a pause and then a hum let her know that she’d been connected.

“Steve, it’s Sonia up on the Belle Alliance,” she introduced herself. “We’ve had a bit of a problem up here and need a couple more males to round things out,” she reported to the Marine on the ground.

“Do you need any help up there?” Steve Green asked anxiously.

“No, I can manage things up here but can you send me the males up?” she asked.

“Not a problem,” replied the voice in her head.

“Give me a minute or so as the transporter is going to be off line while I deal with the problem and then you can send them up,” she replied.

“Understood,” said the Marine’s voice in her head.

Sonia blinked as she shifted channels internally and spoke to the AI again. “Switch transporter nexus to orbit three,” she ordered.

“Switched,” came the reply and Sonia dropped her eyes from the ceiling and back to the young man.

“Come with me,” she said taking a firmer hold of the young man’s shoulder and guiding him back to the transporter terminus he’d come through only minutes before. He looked at the shimmering disk which now had a red tinge to it rather than the familiar silver one and yelled, “I’m not going back to Earth,” as he began to suspect that things were not going as he had expected them too.

“No, you’re not,” declared Sonia Makepeace as she used her enhanced strength to push the man into the transporter field.

Behind her the man’s victim, who’d followed the pair when they’d walked off, gasped in shock as the young man that had attacked her disappeared from view.

Sonia turned to face the woman, “What’s your name love?” she asked.

“Patsy,” said the woman quietly.

“Well Patsy, he’s gone,” said Sonia simply, “but there will be a couple of more men up here in a minute for you to pick from.”

“Where...” began Patsy staring nervously at the shimmering field.

“He’s in orbit around Venus,” said Sonia before glancing to the ceiling. “Continue extractions from London,” she ordered the AI before returning to her duties in the main receiving hold of the Belle Alliance.

Patsy couldn’t believe that the woman who walked away could be so indifferent to taking a man’s life.

Patsy had a lot to learn.

The flight had finally settled down and the Boeing 747-400 was gliding along calmly ten thousand metres above the Atlantic Ocean doing just under nine hundred kilometres an hour.

The senior stewardess on the flight, Sonia Makepeace nipped into the galley space in the first class compartment to join Jenny Merryweather and Anton Dubeak, two of her fellow cabin crewmembers, for a well-earned coffee.

Anton handed her a china cup with the airlines logo emblazoned on it full of coffee, “Complements of the airline,” he said and grinned at the older woman.

“Why thank you, kind Sir,” responded Sonia as she dropped into the jump seat nearest the door.

“And for you, fair lady,” said Anton turning to Jenny and passing her another coffee.

“We shouldn’t be so generous with the company’s quality beverages,” said Jenny as she took the offered cup.

“Oh pooh,” responded Anton as he lowered himself onto a convenient storage box. “The coffee is free to passengers in this compartment and no one keeps check on how much we use. If we didn’t drink it this would be the dreg-ends of a pot and I’d have to throw it away anyway.”

Sonia raised and eyebrow and Anton looked defensive, “I would,” he reiterated.

“I don’t care,” said Sonia letting him off the hook, “I’d rather drink your dreg-ends than the stuff they give us for our own use.”

“It is rough,” agreed Jenny taking a sip, “and this isn’t,” she concluded with a sigh.

Their quiet moment was shattered when the speaker above their heads sprang into life.

“Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking and I just want to give you a short progress report. We’ve just crossed the coast of Ireland and will spend the next few hours crossing the Atlantic...”

Out of the corner of her eye Sonia spotted two big guys nod to each other and leave their seats. She watched as one of them reached into the luggage rack above their seats and the second man headed for the stewards’ cubbyhole.

If this had been five years ago she’d have been thinking terrorists but there hadn’t been anything like that on aircraft since the Darjee had announced the coming of the Swarm.

Curiosity got the better of her and she rose and stepped through the curtain that separated the galley from the cabin to meet the approaching man.

“Can I help?” she asked professionally.

The man grinned and held up a piece of plastic, “I’m Sergeant Steven Green, Confederacy Space Marines and we’re here to do an extraction of volunteers for service with the Confederacy.”

“Oh my God,” gasped Sonia as she looked around, “Where? How?”

“We’ll be doing it here, Ma’am, just as soon as we’ve got a few reinforcements,” said the Sergeant, leading her by the elbow back into the galley.

Anton started to rise but the big Marine just waved him back into his seat.

“My partner is setting up a transporter terminus across the way,” said the Sergeant. “In a couple of minutes we will start transporting men onto this bird to run an extraction. The AI’s tell us that there are eighteen volunteers on board so it shouldn’t take too long or cause too much in the way of disruption.”

He glanced towards the front of the aircraft; “We don’t need to tell the flight crew that anything’s happening back here,” he said, “It would only cause confusion that we don’t need.”

“Shouldn’t they get a chance to go?” asked Jenny.

“There are only two women on this plane with high enough CAP scores to volunteer,” said the Marine, “and they’ll have over two hundred men to pick from.” He turned his attention to Sonia; “Will you want to pick one of the flight deck crew as a concubine?”

That was the first inkling that Jenny and Anton had that Sonia was a volunteer.

Sonia looked the Marine in the eye and shook her head, neither of the men appealed to her. The aircraft captain was nearly fifty and a hard-headed male chauvinist that despised anyone not like him. That made the co-pilot he had to work alongside a bad choice, not that the captain had been given any choice, because said co-pilot was thirty-five years old and publicly gay.

“So if you don’t want them do you think we should force them on the other woman?”

Sonia shook her head again.

“Good, that’s settled,” said the Marine. “In a moment I’m going to get on the public address system and let everyone know what’s happening and then we will take it from there.”

The second Marine stuck his head through the curtain, “We’re ready to roll, Sarge.”

He looked at the three cabin crewmembers, “Stay here until I come to get you,” he ordered and left without waiting for a response.

“Sonia, you’re a volunteer, aren’t you?” asked Jenny.

Sonia nodded.

“Why?” asked Jenny, “I thought you believed that the Confederacy should evacuate everyone, not just the chosen few?”

Sonia looked at Jenny and said, “Not me, I just didn’t correct you when you made that assumption.”

“But everyone should be given the chance,” said Jenny.

Sonia looked at the younger woman and took a deep breath, “Jenny, in five minutes there are going to be sixteen men out there looking for a woman or two to take with them when they leave this planet. Most of the women on this flight are executives of some sort and are therefore middle-aged or older. You on the other hand are young, slim and used to flaunting your body to get what you want.”

Sonia gave it a moment for her comments to sink in and then asked, “Are you going to stay in here because you believe that everyone should be given a chance to get off the planet? Or are you going to be out there, Jenny, stripped naked and trying to save your butt?”

As Jenny dropped her eyes in shame Sonia spotted the first of the Marines stepping out of the transporter field and into the aircraft.

“They’re here,” she said as she pushed the curtain wide open and waited to be called forward.

The speakers throughout the aircraft crackled into life as the AI patched the communications channels together and a calm voice enunciated, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain seated and we’ll get this over with as quickly as possible and allow you to continue with your journey.”

This simple statement froze everyone in the plane before heads started snapping backwards and forwards looking for the source of the announcement. The people quickly spotted the unnaturally large specimens that had taken up key positions throughout the cabins.

The voice continued, “I am Sergeant Steven Green of the Space Marines and I’m here to carry out an extraction of volunteers for service with the Confederacy. Will just those people who have volunteered for service make themselves known to the nearest Marine.”

In the first class cabin three men and one woman stood to attract the attention of Sergeant Green and his companion and Sonia in turn stepped out of the galley and stood next to the Sergeant.

The Marine muttered something and the speakers went silent.

“OK people,” said the Sergeant, “if you can come here we’ll get you logged in and see what you’re allowed.”

The volunteers in the cabin moved forward and introduced themselves to the Sergeant and Sonia.

Allan Powell was an executive director of an engineering firm with a CAP score of seven point two; William Anson was another executive but in the advertising field and had a score of six point nine. The third man in the first class cabin was Johnny Cowell and he was a pop star with a CAP score of exactly seven; Jessica Fielding was a secretary and had been accompanying her boss on a business trip, her score was six point six.

Sergeant Green glanced around the cabin, “Gentlemen things are possibly going to get a bit tight here as between you, you can take ten concubines and there are only eight here, would one of you like to go back to the economy section where there is a greater selection?”

The three men looked at each other and then looked at the people available to them in the first class cabin, they exchanged glances again and seemed to reach an understanding, Allan Powell nodded once, “Where do I go?” he asked.

“Drop down to the back of the aircraft and see Corporal Jenkins, he’ll take it from there,” instructed the Sergeant.

As Mr. Powell left the cabin the Marine turned his attention to the two women. “You have no doubt heard the advice that is given out to all female volunteers about picking concubines but I’ll just reiterate it. You can only get pregnant by one man at a time so it is better to take at least one woman for every man you take with you.” He looked from one woman to the other, “That’s the official line, unofficially there are enough men out there to get you pregnant any way you want, and they’re all volunteers which means they are considered as better material than any concubine you can pick. If you want to get a good household going you can just take women from here and use them to breed and raise the kids with the guys that are already out there as the fathers.”

He shrugged, “It’s up to you,” he said but his opinion was clear.

He turned his attention back to the people in the cabin and raised his voice, “Would any of you that do NOT wish to be considered as a concubine please move to the back of the cabin and we will try not to disturb you.”

There was a little shuffling and four men made their way to the back of the cabin and sat down.

Sergeant Green scanned the cabin and pursed his lips, not a good selection but there was little he could do about it, this pickup had been sanctioned from above with a specific target in mind, the rest of them were just a bonus. The volunteers were faced with twenty people of whom only seven were female from which to make their selections.

“Go on then,” said the Sergeant, “take your pick.”

The two men immediately headed for the main cluster of women, Bill Anson was calling out for them to strip as he approached and Johnny Cowell was grinning like an idiot.

Sonia turned to Jessica, “Are you taking your boss?” she asked.

“No,” said Jessica, “It would be nice to get a bit of my own back but I’m looking forward not back. What about you, are you just taking men?”

Sonia glanced back towards the galley before she answered, “I hope not,” she said, “If things work out the way I’m expecting I’ll be taking one of each.”

“Seems sensible,” said Jessica as she scanned the room and spotted a woman sitting on her own who was taking her top off. She grinned at Sonia, “I think I’ll start with that old biddy,” she said and headed off in that direction.

Sonia watched her go for a moment and then stepped back into the galley area.

“Well?” she asked looking pointedly at Jenny, “Are you staying or are you going to try?”

Anton had already got his shirt open but Jenny was sat wringing her hands.

“Jenny,” barked Sonia, “decide.”

The woman lifted her tear stained face and stared at the older woman, “It’s wrong but I’ve got to go...”

“Then strip,” ordered Sonia, standing there with her hands on her hips.

Jenny started to undo her uniform blouse but her fingers didn’t seem to complying with her instructions.

Sonia sighed, “Anton, help her out or we’ll be stuck here all day.”

Anton dropped his shirt exposing his tanned and toned torso and reached to help the sobbing young woman. He spoke as he worked, “Shouldn’t you be out there making your picks?”

When there was no answer he glanced towards Sonia and was greeted by a huge grin and a pointing finger that indicated Jenny and him.

Anton stopped what he was doing in surprise and it wasn’t until Sonia lifted her eyebrows at him that he began working again. He peeled off Jenny’s blouse to reveal a lacy white bra.

The flight attendant’s uniform had changed drastically since the changes bought about by the approach of the Swarm. The skirt had become a simple wrap around thing that just covered the stewardess’s ass; the blouse was white and gossamer thin. Underwear was at the discretion of the woman and in most cases had become ultra thin and lacy. Practicality had deemed that some sort of support was necessary unless the woman was very young or on the small side. The male stewards wore tight shorts and a thin white shirt and as Anton had shown when he’d removed his shirt most of them had resorted to the gym to improve their chances in life.

Anton dropped the bra on top of the blouse and helped Jenny to her feet.

“Drop the skirt,” he said softly and stepped back as Jenny reached for the clasp holding the skirt shut. After a little fiddling the blue ribbon of material dropped away to reveal a tiny white thong that covered but didn’t obscure a cleanly shaved pussy.

“Lose the shorts, Anton,” ordered Sonia, as she looked Jenny up and down.

Jenny glanced at Anton as he hopped from one leg to the other as he dropped his shorts and then blushed as his more than average manhood swung around.

“Nice,” said Sonia when she spotted the package that Anton possessed.

Anton recovered his balance and stood there naked except for a pair of trainers, next to him was a sniffling Jenny in a thin white thong and a pair of low-heeled shoes.

Sonia looked them both over and grinned. “OK, enough of this messing about,” she said, “I’ve got a CAP score of six point six which means I can take two concubines.” She glanced from one face to the other and asked, “Do you want the jobs?”

Anton had seen it coming and agreed immediately, Jenny was a little more circumspect.

“If you intended to ask me, why did I have to strip?” she asked between sniffs.

Sonia looked serious and spoke softly, “Two reasons. The first was to show you who is the boss; the second was more important, it was to show you that despite everything you’ve said you were prepared to do just about anything to survive.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit, I don’t know, mean?” asked Jenny.

Sonia frowned for a moment and then asked, “Jenny, if I hadn’t just asked you to go with me what would you be doing now?”

Jenny stood silently and stared at her sponsor.

“Seriously Jenny, you’d have been out there on your knees blowing some man so that he’d take you as his slave and if that wasn’t enough you’d have gone further,” declared Sonia, “and if you don’t believe that you are seriously mistaken.”

Jenny glanced at Anton for support and found him nodding in agreement with Sonia.

“I don’t think...” began Jenny but Sonia stopped her.

“Let’s put it to the test shall we,” said Sonia grinning nastily. “Give Anton a blow job and let him come all over your face. When he’s done that you can come outside and join me. If your face is covered in his cum I’ll take you with me, if not,” Sonia paused, “if not then don’t bother coming out.”

She spun away from the shocked couple and walked out of the galley and into a veritable orgy.

William Anson had already discarded one woman who was now slumped over in tears being ignored by all around her. Two other women were on their knees either side of him and taking it in turns to suck on his erection as he fondled their naked breasts.

Across the isle Johnny Cowell had dropped one of the chairs into its full reclined position and was successfully joining the mile high club with an older woman who had her legs wrapped around his waist and was encouraging him loudly. On the reclined chair next to him were two more mature women engaged in a good old sixty-nine, he had a hand resting on the bright pink ass of the top woman, his handprints showing in bright pink where he had been encouraging her performance.

What Sonia found surprising in that tableau was the second man, a young looking executive, who was pounding into the woman on the bottom from the far end. He was grinning at Johnny as he carried out his new master’s will.