A Little Horse
by JJ
Copyright© 2026 by JJ
Science Fiction Sex Story: This is part of the Swarm Cycle. A little information can go a long way.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Fiction Crime Military Mystery Science Fiction Space Rough Polygamy/Polyamory .
Human Confederacy citizens are, for the most part, under military discipline. I was, for instance, one of those responsible with duties crossing over between my Marine food chain and the Civil Service, since I specialize in security concerns within my colony.
Usually, my role is minimal, beyond, say, being an investigator as well as a lawyer, not that we have many real laws, which means I’m often handling conflicts between citizens. Fortunately, I don’t deal much with the concubines beyond using their testimony.
Don’t laugh here. In the colonies, we have had to cough up some protections for concubines attached to a citizen who is accused of wrongdoing, especially if they were actual witnesses to their sponsors’ wrongdoing. Sometimes those protections don’t go all that far, but, to me, I have snuck most of those I have dealt with off to Demeter, where, given they had the backbone to testify against their owner under veridication, they had a fighting chance to be more than just a slave.
Fortunately, we seldom need to dig quite that deep.
Of course, the thing we seldom get are real oddities. I got a bit complacent with the belief that I wasn’t going to see anything “weird”, even though almost all of the various behaviors of human beings might qualify as weird to someone.
This time, though, the Civil Service rep brought me in on an behavioral discrepancy that the AIs reported.
Never let it be said that there’s any privacy here in the colonies. As, for instance, a township’s hierarchy of AIs never sleeps and listens to everything that is going on.
Call it what you will, but, yes, it qualifies as something most Americans would be appalled by: a Surveillance Society.
So, yeah, there is no privacy within any of the colonies, and, to top it all off, there’s no privacy on board any of our ships, either. Additionally, if you carry a communicator, it’s always talking to an AI.
Perhaps I should clarify things a bit. Almost all of the equipment we make is, to some degree, intelligent, so, in the case of communication devices, kind of like cell phones, there’s a small AI in it, listening.
Don’t look at me like that— no matter how deep I am into security, unless the AIs clear me for it, I cannot find out what anyone on the planet has said. The most I can get from the AIs normally is to let me know that I need to dig for facts. They don’t feel any human is above the others, so, in a way, they keep us from having humans assigned as watchers over others, for... “who watches the watchers”?
Sometimes I think the AIs are constantly testing my skills as a detective, which does piss me off. This time, though, I got called in by the Civil Service and the AIs were willing to give me a summary of the weirdest set of conversations on any of our planets.
First off, a little redundant background, on the off-chance that you’ve missed out on the news for the past seven years, all right?
Go out to Google.com or ASK.com— they’re still working, back there on Earth, I think— and look up the Sa’arm. Then look up the Interstellar Confederacy, and, under that, the Confederacy Colonization Extractions. I’m not sure whether anyone “in the know” bothers to keep the Wikipedia pages up to date or not, but it’d be nice.
And, no, the AIs don’t want to write web content. I’m not sure if they are offended by FrontPage or the other tools out there or not.
In any case, when a volunteer gets extracted he— or she— can pick others with a CAP score below the magic threshold of 6.5 to leave with them, along with any children. That magic threshold is the minimum score that makes you “worthy” of use by the Confederacy.
You got that?
All right, here’s the part that many people on Earth don’t catch on to, or, perhaps, don’t want to acknowledge.
When the volunteer chooses people to sponsor, they are, for the most part, property, with no rights or privileges. Some never make it to a colony world, being either recycled or dumped out into hard vacuum, because they lose sight of their new status ... or lack thereof.
Realize though that humans are human, with all of the baggage that comes along with the process of childhood and adolescence ... and that humans, at least those with high enough CAP scores, are still very human, having feelings and emotional needs.
I’ve seen some volunteers that would otherwise be thought of as complete wackos who, in reality, turn out to be fairly “normal” by actually valuing one of their “slaves” over the others. It’s human nature— no matter how dominant we may want to feel, there’s the other need to feel accepted and wanted for ourselves, not just for what we do or have done.
Though, on the other side of the equation, some of our sponsors forget, in dealing with their concubines, that the feeling of gratitude has the shortest half-life, decaying in a matter of days, if not hours.
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