John Burton’s life had both blessings and curses, with incredible highs followed by tragic lows. It was certainly a blessing that he was born into a loving family. Loving mother and father at first, and before long a little sister too.

John’s father was a US Marine, so he spent his childhood traveling from base to base. When he was about 10 his father got a long-term station in southern California. The stability was great, but when he was 12 his mother was killed in a tragic traffic accident.

As a suddenly single parent, his father was faced with choosing between his beloved Corps or staying with his children. His children easily won, but now housing and money were a problem. One of the few jobs his father could find forced them to move closer to an aunt. They needed her to help babysit John’s baby sister.

Forced by financial strain, they had to live in the poorer section of town. They ended up in a minority-dominated school, where the “white” kids made up less than 10% of the student population. You would think John would have trouble being a white kid in a minority school, but it was the complete opposite.

First and most important, John was a likable guy. He could talk to anybody. He was very charismatic and sometimes humorous. It was not unusual to see John dancing and rapping with the black gangbangers in the morning. Between classes, he would be walking the halls, talking and laughing with jocks, stoners, or teachers. Sitting at the lunch tables with the brainiacs, discussing calculus problems or science projects. After school, he would be joking in Spanish with the Hispanic guys about dating their sisters or eating their mother’s cooking.

Second, John reached puberty early. When starting High School, he stood almost six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds. With martial arts classes, the drills from his father and other Marines from a very young age, and his new size he could handle most bullies.

He kept his fighting ability hidden until his sophomore year when three upperclassmen confronted him after school. They were hoping to put the white boy in his place, so they started a fight. By the time the fight was over the three guys were all lying on the ground bleeding and hurting. Being the nice guy that he was, John loaded the three gangbangers into one of their cars and drove them to the clinic. By the time they reached the doors of the clinic all four of them were laughing and joking like they were lifelong friends.

Finally, John was one of the smartest people in the school. He did not need to really study to get his perfect grades. He could have been valedictorian, but some of his electives did not carry over to the overall GPA. He was even president of the chess club.

After graduating instead of going to college he decided to follow his father and join the military. Unlike his father, he signed up for the Navy. During his initial test (ASVAB) and basic training, he was pushed to the SEALs program. Like most everything else, he sailed through with no difficulty. He was always one of the top three in each of his training classes. Throughout his military career, he took many online college classes and signed up for any extra available training. During his second enlistment, his superiors pushed him to apply to OCS or Officer Candidate School, commonly referred to as ‘knife and fork school’ since a large part of the curriculum covers how to behave in formal situations.

But in his sixth year of enlistment, the aliens arrived and John’s naval career was lost and buried under the invasion along with many other things. Rumors of the Darjee ran wild through the ranks. The impending invasion of the Sa’arm Swarm was coming to wipe out humanity. Little was known about the Sa’arm; they appeared to be some form of 7-foot-tall insect, but no one had lived long enough to capture and dissect one.

Around this time the ‘Average Joe’ started becoming popular and the world learned about CAP scores Capacity, Aptitude, and Potential. The show set it up as a dating app test for the best potential marriage couple. A few months later the President of The United States gave his speech about the invasion and how we must all band together to survive this threat. EVERYONE over the age of fourteen MUST be tested and MUST obtain a CAP score. In reality, it tested the aggression, intelligence, courage, and loyalty of those who would not turn against the Confederacy.

Rumors of the arrival of the Confederacy, the Darjee, and the Sa’arm invasion started. Soon the media began picking up on the news. Rumors turned to facts.

After the President’s speech where he stated that everyone over the age of fourteen would be required to obtain a CAP score, people focused on the fact that anyone with a CAP above 6.5 could volunteer for the Defense Forces and emigrate off the planet taking a certain number of people with them. These new world colonies would ensure humanity’s survival.

About this time John’s family back home was having a meltdown. John used every day of his active duty leave time to help calm things down at home. One of the first things that hit him when he got home was that his little sister had been knocked up by her school sweetheart. John’s dad called the guy a numb nut, fuck-wad. After all the cussing and discussing, his sister ended up marrying him to give the baby a name.

A more stressful revelation came from his dad. An old military buddy had contacted him about a new job prospect. He had already been CAP tested and with his previous military service and mechanical ability, he had been preselected for a position in the new Confederacy Department of Defense off-world. He had already given up his military career once for his family, and now that his kids were grown, he was not passing on a second chance.

A few months after returning from leave John’s team had been disbanded. All the talk about him going to OCS dried up and was never mentioned again. His superiors behaved like his past unblemished record never existed and John was assigned every shit detail that was doled out. Disgusted and disgruntled with his treatment for the past two years John did not reenlist and after eight years, he finally got out of the Navy.

While he was finishing his service his sister was married and had one kid and a second was born around the time he was getting out. He decided to move closer to his sister and start classes at the local college. With his military training and several past online courses. John was surprised that he could get his MBA in less than two years. They did receive a few emails from their father about his life on a colony planet over the next few years.

Six months after getting out of the Navy, John was settled into his new life. His first month of campus life was completely insane with the threat of alien invasion, and the different extractions across the nation. Not many of the students or teachers were overly concerned about learning. Most of the student body was dealing with their CAPs either boasting or hoping.

John had finally got around to taking his CAP test. Just after picking up his card, the testing center was attacked by Earth First rioters. He was urgently escorted out the back with all the other civilians. This was a good thing for John because no one noticed his score until long after the chaos was settled. John did not even look at his score until he was safely home. He was quite surprised when he finally looked at his card and his CAP score displayed an 8.8.

John started doing some online research about the Confederacy, concubines, and extractions. He found very few factual accounts. He read several blogs on the subject of concubines being nothing more than sex slaves and baby factories. He did view many pirated videos of extraction orgies.

The radio alarm was set to blaring classic rock music to wake John up.

‘Are you gonna take me home tonight?

Queen what a way to wake up. John crawled out of bed singing along and started his Saturday morning rituals. While brushing his teeth The Boss was singing about a Redheaded Woman getting a dirty job done. Getting dressed he was humming along with ZZ Top singing about A Sharp Dressed Man. Stretching for a light workout Jerry Lee Lewis had a Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On. Ram Jam with Whoa, Black Betty finished his workout. Lady in Red by Chris De Burgh got him out the door for his 15-mile run.

Back at the house, showered, cleaned up, and after a quick breakfast, he was ready to start his day. The agenda for the day included grocery shopping and homework before lunch and maybe a visit to his sister’s house afterward.

Everything was going according to plan until he started eating lunch. He arrived at a local steakhouse just a little after twelve. The parking lot was at least 3/4 full. It took about five minutes for the hostess to seat him. It took several more minutes for his waitress to finally take his order. The background jukebox music was an old gunfighter ballad about a Mexican girl. He had placed his order and was casually checking out the ladies listening to Dwight Yoakam when the announcement was made from an amplified voice. “Your attention, please! I am Lieutenant Paul Ingram of the Confederacy Marine Corps and this is a Confederacy extraction...” That was as far as the Lieutenant got into his speech before two of the customers stood and pulled guns yelling “Earth First!” “Die you traitorous scum!” while opening fire at the Marines and into the crowd.

With his quick reflexes and years of training, John was the first member of the public to react to the terrorists’ actions. Using a steak knife as a weapon he was able to disable and disarm one of the assailants but before he could overcome the second one, he was shot, once in his right hip and another time in his left shoulder. Even wounded he was still able to put two rounds from the recently acquired pistol into the shooter’s head before sinking to the floor. He had taken the headshot when the guy he had grabbed was wearing what felt like some kind of lightweight body armor.

A Marine medic was working on patching John’s wounds while the Lieutenant was trying to get the situation under control.

When the Lieutenant approached John, John asked. “What is the situation, Lieutenant?”

“Everything is under control no need to worry. Would you care to explain what...” then the lieutenant got a strange look on his face looking up he asked, “Are you sure?” looking back at John “I was told that I am to treat you as a superior officer. Sir!” John stares back at the Lieutenant’s open mouth, while the Lieutenant continues to speak, “One of my guards is down with a serious injury. One of the sponsors is dead, and another besides, you was wounded. We have five dead and three wounded potential concubines. One of the shooters you quickly eliminated. The other one died before getting to the med tube.” The Lieutenant looked up again before admitting a quick chuckle. “I have both good news and bad news to give you, sir.”

“The good news is you will survive and we will patch you up as soon as we can get you to a med tube in the meantime, we will inject you with some nanites to help. More good news your CAP score has been bumped and you are now allowed eight concubines.” The Lieutenant had to pause for a quick laugh. “The bad news is we have to finish the extraction and you are in no shape to truly test drive your future concubines.” The Confederate Marines that were near enough to hear, started laughing.

“Just my luck. Continue with your duty, Lieutenant,” said John.

The Marine stood and faced the crowd, using his amplified voice to deliver his message. “Your attention, please! As I was saying earlier, I am Lieutenant Paul Ingram of the Confederacy Marine Corps and this is a Confederacy extraction. I know that everybody is upset and this is a messy situation. But we need to complete the extraction. Sponsors need to step up here with the Sergeant to get your briefing. Anyone wishing to join as a concubine move to the left of the room, anybody not wanting to participate please move into the smaller adjacent room at the back of the restaurant.”

People started moving around the restaurant to their assigned location. John stayed where he was at still getting ministered to.

The sergeant briefed John and the other three Sponsors. They were an older lady, an older man, and a younger guy who was crying about his friend who was killed and complaining about his wound.

The older man had finally heard enough of the guy whining. “Just shut up! This guy took out those SOBs and his wounds are a lot worse than yours. Now I am going to find my wife so we can look for another concubine.” Turning to John “Thanks for saving us.” Then he turned and left the group. The lady started yelling for her husband and children.

As the others were leaving John decided he needed to get started but how was he going to walk around looking? Then he got an idea. “HEY LISTEN UP!” John yelled, at the authority in his voice, everyone stopped even the Marines and it was quiet. “I cannot move around to hunt concubines but I have room for eight concubines. Any female that wants to go with me needs to get her skinny, fat, ugly, sexy, nasty, dirty, or whatever you want to call it ass over here. Thank you.” A group of over a dozen ladies quickly gathered around John.

“These bullet holes prevent me from taking every one of you on a test drive. But that does not mean I am not going to test you. Place your CAP cards on this table so I can check them, then step back and strip off all your clothes.” He started scanning the cards matching them with the girls he would like to take.

“Pair up get into a 69 and get to work. With eight concubines you better be able to get your partner off.” Soon the floor was covered with squirming female flesh.

One woman said. “I am not doing it with this fat cow. Besides, there is already too much competition.” John handed her card back dismissing her.

“Oh hey, I don’t have a partner now.” Said the extremely large woman. She stood almost 6 feet tall and probably weighed over 300 pounds.

“That is not my concern. Figure something out.” John really liked her scores so he watched her out of the corner of his eye as she ran around the restaurant trying to find herself a partner. Meanwhile, he had seven sets of lesbian love going on. Little under a minute later the big lady returns, dragging a male concubine. She laid him on the floor, straddling his face and trapping his head between her meaty thighs, and started sucking his limp penis into her mouth.

“What the hell are you doing fatty?” John shouted.

“Just what you said, sir. I paired up with a concubine and I am in a 69.”

“Get your whale blubber off of him and crawl over here before he suffocates.” Grabbing her by her hair and pulling her head back John leaned down and whispered into her ear. “If you are serious about being one of my concubines, hang in there, because you just made it to the top of the list. But it is going to get much more humiliating for you. I am going to use you to test the other girls.” He raised back up taking a deep breath to ease the pain in his hip.

“Hey Sergeant, is it true? We could change the looks of our concubines once we get to where we are going?” keeping his voice loud enough for all the girls to hear.

“Yes, sir they can completely change the look of your concubines. You could turn her into a real runway model if you want to.”

“Nope, I was thinking about giving Miss Piggy a snout nose and a curly tail. Maybe even changing her skin pink.” Several of the girls stopped what they were doing to listen closer. “Do you think it could give her little dwarf legs? So, she must spend all her time crawling around on her hands and little dwarf feet.”

“Sir, don’t say that too loud because I know a couple of guys who would like to try that out.”

“So, if I did it, I could probably rent Miss Piggy out for people to fuck.”

“Yes, sir once we get into space you can do pretty much whatever you want to do to your concubines.” Replied the sergeant starting to become disgusted with this volunteer’s attitude towards his concubines.

“Thank you, Sergeant. How do you like that Miss Piggy? I can make you a real live pig.” She did not respond because she was too busy crying. Leaning down he whispers again “I am going to change you but it will not be into a pig. Please hang in there a little longer.”

“So, Miss Piggy I get eight concubines. I only need a few good-looking ones the rest I can do whatever I want to with them right. I could have my own personal menagerie. I have always been a big fan of ‘The Lord of the Rings.’ I don’t think I could turn them into an orc because of the tusks. Someone might bite my prick off. I wonder what a bearded dwarf woman would feel like giving a blowjob. I could never fuck them in the missionary position. No that would be like fucking a guy.”

By now several of the girls were crying. “I didn’t say stop. Get back to work or you will be the first ones I change.” That did it two of the girls jumped up and ran from the room. John slid their cards to the side. Their ex-partners started to panic until they noticed each other and moved over getting back to work. John noticed that none of the cunt lickers were very enthusiastic about their work.

Five more to go thought John. “I know what to do Miss Piggy how about a Hobbit with pointed ears, big hairy feet, and 3 feet tall, that way we both can stand up during a blow job. That would be so cool.”

“You can’t do that!” screamed one of the other ladies after jumping up.

“Sure, I can as long as you can still have babies, I can do whatever I want to you. Even Miss Piggy here will still be able to have little piglets.” John said with a smiling leer. “I only need one or two normal-looking concubines the rest I can use just for show.” The lady that talked left crying along with another one. Three more to get rid of and we can leave, thought John. Looking around John noticed the female and older male volunteers were getting ready to lead their chosen into a blue transporter ring.

“Everyone remaining stand up. Not you Miss Piggy you stay kneeling here next to me. The rest of you bend over the tables and spread those ass cheeks apart so I can get a look at your assholes.

“OK, piggy get to work licking all those asses you better make sure they’re all good and wet because I am going to find a couple of cocks to shove up them.”

Whispering again “Remember, hang in there you are doing good.” While Miss Piggy started licking the other ladies’ assholes John called the sergeant again.

“Hey, Sergeant did any of your Marines give themselves big old foot-long dicks?” By now the sergeant had finally caught on to what John might be trying to accomplish after seeing that a few women had left.

“Sure, I have three of them here. They would love to get a fresh piece of ass. They could really break in your new concubines.” Two more girls fell to the ground crying unable to think about suffering a monster that large up their bottom.

“Pick those two up and everyone gather around.” When all eleven ladies were gathered around and the two that had fallen were only slightly sobbing John started his speech.

“Because I cannot test drive today. I was using a form of mind games for testing. I was trying to find the ones who wanted it the most. I also looked at everyone’s CAP score. Most are what I like but some are better. There are eleven of you here and I only have room for eight. I am truly sorry. The two of you who finally broke and one more will not be going.” Miss Piggy had a shocked look on her face and started to cry. “Don’t cry you are definitely going with me,” John said caressing the side of her face and handing the CAP cards back to his three rejects.

“To prove that I am not a complete Ogre. I will do two things for those that are remaining. First, I will limp slowly to the jump point giving you plenty of time to get dressed and get ready before the barrier drops. Second, I want the three of you to find my sister Jill Cook, and tell her what happened here. If you accomplish that I will get word to her to split whatever I leave behind to be divided between you all to help until you do get picked up.”

When it was all said and done, John had his eight concubines, including Miss Piggy. Leaning heavily on Miss Piggy, John asked. “What is your real name?”

“Tess Fielding but I am almost starting to like being called Miss Piggy.” Laughed the excited Tess.

They were the last ones to step through the transporter and end up on the spaceship. There wasn’t much confusion as there were only four volunteers picked up and everybody else only had two concubines. Only the high-pitched nasal voice of the lone female sponsor berating her clothed son for looking at all the naked women.

“Place your concubines in a marked square. Gather their CAP cards. Find out about immediate medical conditions that need to be fixed and any children that need to be picked up. After that Volunteers bring the cards forward and we will get your living pods assigned. Thank you.”

34-year-old Tess Fielding had three kids. Kelly Burke at 24 didn’t have any same as 25-year-old Susan Denberg. The oldest of his concubines Lisa Baker had a thirteen-year-old daughter and her longtime friend Susan Bernard’s kid was already over fourteen. Denise Michele at twenty-four had a three-year-old son. Both Jayde Nicole and Cyndi Wood were still in high school.

“Not a very big group for an extraction.” John hinted to the person at the desk.

“No Sir. We had trouble and our extraction was late. Two expected Volunteers had just walked outside the containment field, one Volunteer was killed and a person with a 7.6 CAP opted out because his chosen concubines were not with him at this time.”

“Looks like everyone had bad luck on this mission.”

“Sir, if you would just tell your concubines to stay in the marked square the Marines will take the mothers to retrieve your dependents while you are getting patched up. Things should time out the same and you will be able to take everyone to your living pod at the same time.” John was able to get all his concubines set up before he was sent to the med tube.

John awoke in his own bed, listening to Queen sing about fat bottom women. He jumped up checking where he should have bullet holes. “What the fuck! Did I just dream about yesterday?” John muddled through most of the morning thinking about his dream. At lunch, he was sitting in the restaurant when it happened again. Utterly confused and distracted John did not react fast enough this time. It was the burning sensation of three bullets entering his chest that drew John’s attention just before he realized he was not going to make it this time. “What the fuck!” was all John was able to say before darkness overtook him.

Awakening to Queen again John’s first comment was “This can’t be happening again. I am not starring in Groundhog Day.” With his morning routine completely screwed up. John sat around the house contemplating his last two dreams. At lunch, he drove over to the steakhouse. This time he parked and sat in his car at the very edge of the parking lot. About the time he figured it should happen. A gray fog barrier appeared around the restaurant. John sat still not believing his own eyes. After about 20 minutes, John decided to drive home. He watched the news that evening reporting the story of how the Earth First group had interrupted an extraction killing 10 people and injuring a couple of Marines before the rest of the Marines could subdue the attackers. John went to bed worried about what tomorrow would bring.

Waking up to Queen again John started re-planning his day. After his normal morning rituals, he called his sister and invited her to his house for a visit and lunch afterward.

“Hey baby girl, what are you doing today? Do you think you can get away from everybody else for a quick visit around 11 o’clock and then I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Sure, I can do that and I always enjoy a free meal.”

“OK see you by 10. Love you.”

“Love you too bye.”

At about 10:30 John’s sister finally showed up at his apartment. They got comfortable and John started talking. “I need to find out some information about your CAP score, and how you feel about these extractions.”

“What’s going on big bro?” John slid his CAP card over to his sister. “Damn I knew you were good but I didn’t think you were that good.”

“What is your score and the score of your other half?”

“Ricky tested at 6.1 and mine is slightly better at a 6.2.” John’s opinion of her husband was a lazy arrogant asshole and didn’t even deserve the score he got.

“I am allowed six concubines at this time, and I can very easily bump my score to get eight. With eight concubines, I might add a male to help when I am not available. If we were together during a pickup, I would like to get you and your kids off this rock. But I do not want to take your husband unless you make me.”

“That asshole can stay here. I only married him because he knocked me up. And now we only stay married because we cannot afford to get a divorce.”

“OK, Two more questions first can you handle ‘girl on girl’? With six to eight concubines I will need all the help I can get.”

“Back in high school, I went on a few sleepovers where we experimented with each other. I have not done it with another girl in a few years but with these aliens coming, I have been thinking about it again.”

“That sounds so hot my little sister dykeing out on pussy.” John laughed as his sister turned bright red. “Now the big question can we handle the incest part or do I need to look for a male concubine?”

“Oh, I think I can handle sleeping with my hunky brother, who I have had a crush on since I reached puberty.” She got out of her chair, came around the table, and sat on John’s lap, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. It was John’s turn to go completely red in the face.

They arrived at the restaurant around the same as his past adventures. John requested a table a little closer to the would-be shooters. The siblings sat and chatted as normal munching on their appetizer. Guessing at the time John excused himself and headed to the restroom. While walking it happened again. The announcement from the amplified voice. “Your attention, please! I am Lieutenant Paul Ingram of the Confederacy Marine Corps and this is a Confederacy extraction...” The two terrorists stood and pulled guns yelling “Earth First” John’s timing was a little off and they were both able to get a few rounds off before John was able to take away one of their guns and kill both shooters.

The Marines were quickly able to get the situation under control and establish some order. The Lieutenant approached John. “Are you John Burton?”

“Yes sir.”

“First thanks for the help. What you did made me happy because you were one of our primary pickups this time.”

John queried. “What is the situation, Lieutenant?”

“Everything is OK...” then the lieutenant got a strange look on his face looking up he asked, “Are you sure?” looking back at John “I was told that I am to treat you as a superior officer. Sir!” John looked on as the Lieutenant continued to speak, “One of my guards is down with a minor injury. Only two customers were injured before you took out the shooters. For what you did the AI has bumped your CAP score and you are now allowed eight concubines.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, for the update.”

The Lieutenant stood in front of the crowd, using his amplified voice to redeliver his message. “Your attention, please! As I was saying earlier, I am Lieutenant Paul Ingram of the Confederacy Marine Corps and this is a Confederacy extraction. I know that everybody is upset and this is a chaotic situation. But we need to complete the extraction. Sponsors need to step over there with Sergeant Belton. He will give you the sponsor briefing. Anyone wishing to join as a concubine move to the left of the room, anybody not wanting to participate and everyone under 14 please move into the smaller room at the back of the restaurant.”

John was paying more attention to his fellow Sponsors this time. The only female was Oliva Olason she was in her early 40s and a little overweight. She had a 6.7 CAP score last time she took her husband and daughter as her concubines also taking her 12-year-old son to keep the family together. Next was an older gentleman named Ben Curtis, who was in his mid-fifties. He took along his wife Bev, who luckily hadn’t started menopause yet, and her young friend Liv. The last two were nothing but a couple of loudmouth men just out of their teens Albert and Eddie. They were not listening to the sergeant they were too busy talking about all the bitches they were going to test drive.