Repopulated Chapter Ten
Kate sat languorously in the bridge chair, an arm wrapped around her lover, who was snoozing against her shoulder.
She made lazy strokes with her fingers, feeling perfectly at ease. The two of them had bred each other well into the night, so grabbing a bit of naptime now made perfect sense.
Orbital transfers were boring affairs, and the excitement of experiencing something new had worn off after they had seen it done a few times.
The only cause for concern would be whether the bridge crew had slipped her leash, but after several months working on them, that danger appeared to have diminished. The reinforcement emitter which had been installed for this voyage was working perfectly, and even if that failed, the new adornments the crew were wearing as part of their uniforms would act as backup control devices.
She glanced around, noting the high collars they wore to hide the golden bands encircling their necks. Yes, she supposed one could hide their resistance by not wearing one, but that was why they performed daily checks to ensure that their obedience was holding.
This wouldn’t be necessary, eventually, as all of them would be infested with symbiote controllers. Most of the lower decks had already been installed with Kate and Jackie’s progeny, giving them a good safety margin if anything were to happen.
Some of them might decide to become hybrids, in which case, they could opt to join the cause, but if not, she was perfectly fine with treating them like slaves. They would have done the same to her, given the chance.
She sighed, resting her legs on the alien she was using as a footstool. It was strange how her attitude had changed after getting to know their former overlords better. She had been adamant that they shouldn’t be like them, but now she found it rather hard to care.
She made a bemused grin as she shifted her legs, her ankles cupped in the notch of the alien’s curved back. The alien’s skin acted like warm coals against her ankles, keeping her quite comfortable on the cool bridge.
She enjoyed using the Slanadorian in this way. It seemed an appropriate fate for one who had desired to make all of humanity her slaves. Now, she was experiencing the same fate herself, turned into nothing more than a footrest for someone who used to aspire to be nothing more than a bottom for her lover.
Did her newfound dominance make her a so-called ‘power’ bottom? Perhaps, perhaps not. She certainly still enjoyed being treated like a toy while in bed with Jackie.
That was private fun, however. This was serious business. Seriously enjoyable business.
The screen began to chirp, and one of the aliens seated at a console in front of her turned around, giving her a small bow. “Mistress, the Gray Dawn is calling. Shall I patch them through?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, readjusting her feet on the alien’s back. “Let’s see what our progenitor has to say for herself.”
Their view of streaking stars vanished, replaced with an image of another ship’s bridge. A schematic of the Gray Dawn was helpfully placed on the lower right of the screen to provide context, but Kate didn’t need it. She already knew everything about this vessel—it was becoming rather notorious among their kind.
She smiled lazily at the screen, continuing to stroke her sleeping lover. “Grand Mistress, to what do I owe this pleasure?” she purred, taking in the hard armor plating of the woman’s skull.
It was decorated with a crown of amethysts draped around the periphery, the largest among them strung over the top of her triangular set of sparkling blue eyes.
Kate wore something similar, for it was a control crown, used to suppress the will of their Slanadorian servants. Doris’ crown was currently sparkling, indicating that she was exerting active control.
Kate preferred to train her subjects to be naturally subservient, using her gems in as subtle a way as possible, but Doris didn’t subscribe to the same methodology.
It was rather a waste, in her opinion. Being heavy handed wasn’t necessary to achieve the desired result. It was one of Doris’ negative traits, and probably the reason she would eventually fall from power. But not today, so she had better treat her with some respect.
Doris gave her a vicious grin, showing off her needle sharp teeth. “It’s been a month or two since we last talked, sister. It’s good to work with you once more.”
Her eyes turned downwards. “Your crew appears well trained. Tell me, how were you able to tame the Proctor? I spent weeks on her before giving her to you, and she wouldn’t even bend, much less break.“
Kate ran the heels of her feet up the Proctor’s back. Her slave stretched out and purred like a kitten, her breasts dipping to touch the deck plating.
“It requires a certain touch,” Kate said, obliquely hiding a scowl. “I will tell you the full story after we’ve completed our next mission.”
No, she wouldn’t. The human formerly known as Doris had no idea how to handle the subtle arts of manipulation, persuasion, and true understanding. She would rather just push her way through, bowling over any problem in her way.
Truth be told, there was a time and place for each approach, but being wasteful for the sake of expediency was abhorrent to her.
She leaned forward, rattling the Proctor’s leash. The enslaved alien’s head tubes lifted, her frills a dark pink as the alien gave her a look of adoration. Her body froze as her chest lifted and dropped, a faint buzz coming from her pussy.
In this position, she wouldn’t move, even if she was forced to orgasm by her pleasure belt. Kate had trained her well.
She was rather amazed at the streak of soft sadism her symbiotes had unlocked in her, but she didn’t regret it. She would use any and all tools at her disposal to ensure that her lover remained safe.
“I assume you called to give me a briefing?” she asked, raising her human eyebrows. “How goes our secret war, and what kind of opposition should we be expecting?”
“We haven’t been discovered yet, if that’s what you’re asking,” said Doris indulgently. “We’ve had a few near misses, but now we’ve grown large enough that it’s going to be more difficult to hide our presence. Hence, our current mission.”
“Which is?” asked Kate, pausing her stroking as tension coiled through her shoulders.
Doris shook her head. “I know, you’re riled up because I didn’t share anything with you before we left, but you know how difficult operational security is to keep!“
Kate waited patiently, not acknowledging her excuse. She did know, but Doris deserved to squirm for how she had left Kate on the sidelines.
She was one of her first recruits, damnit! Why hadn’t she been brought in? Now everything would be last minute, and she’d have to scramble to prepare!
Doris settled down, crossing her hands under her voluptuous breasts. “That being said, we’re about to approach the station, so I will give you the necessary particulars. I will be leading this attack, and you will act as backup.”
She tapped a command into her console, and an image appeared on her screen, a red skinned alien of similar shape and size to the Proctor. Her head tubes were slightly larger, decorated with purple ribbons that were wrapped down their lengths.
“This is the local Lord of the constellation Charonista. Her name is Irizina, and we wish to capture and convert her to our cause.”
Kate sat back in shock, studying the alien’s wide lips and the medals hanging from her chest plate. “We’re taking a step up,” she remarked, biting her lip. “Do you think our forces are large enough to handle the retaliation if we’re discovered?”
“Probably not,” admitted Doris. “That’s why we can’t let anyone escape. This is a relative backwater, so their forces will be extremely slim. We should be quite capable of interdicting any retreat. That’s where you come in.“
The picture vanished, replaced with a short animation of a plot, with several ships moving towards a central station. “The ESS Goodhead will be arriving at the station approximately at the same time as us. We’ll hold back until we’re given the signal that they have shown up before we commence our attack.”
“Oh? Does that mean we already have agents on the station?”
Doris smiled. “Very good, it’s so satisfying working with someone so perceptive. Yes, I’ve arranged for our infiltrators to seize station command at the right moment. The barrier shield will be raised, preventing the ship’s escape. They’ll be trapped, like rats, and I’ll move in to lock them down and finish the capture. “
Kate let the praise wash off her back. She wasn’t about to be bamboozled by a few nice words.
“So I’ll hang around and play mop up squad.” She crossed her legs, wiggling her toes. “Have you considered that a trapped rat is willing to do practically anything to escape?“
“Yes. That’s the other reason your ship will be held in reserve. If we run into unexpected... troubles, I expect you to handle them, on your own initiative. Just remember that we cannot allow anyone to make it to the jump point. If any of them were to escape, the jig is up. We’ll be officially at war, and given our current forces, we’ll be outclassed. I don’t need to remind you what will happen then.“
Kate dismissed this with a wave of her hand. She had heard it all before. “My presence seems an awfully thin chip to play when weighed against the possibility of war. Why didn’t you try to recruit another?”
The muscles on Doris’ face jumped. “I tried, but the other cells are far too busy strengthening our position elsewhere. Pulling out too many ships for this would risk war all the same.”
“Then shouldn’t we wait?” asked Kate. “Is this a premature move? Should we regroup and try again in a few months?”
Doris openly scowled. “In a few months, this Lord will be attending the royal wedding of the new Empress. We need her in position in order to have a chance at the real prize. If we don’t act now, we lose that possibility forever. High risk, high reward.“
She paused. “Well, I wouldn’t blame you for backing out. If you don’t agree to this, I’ll scrub the mission. It can’t be done with one vessel alone.”
Kate relaxed. “Don’t be so dramatic. As long as your intel is firm, this doesn’t seem like the most hairbrained scheme you’ve come up with.“
“Thanks,” she said dryly, but Kate could detect a hint of eagerness in her posture.
Time to spring the trap.
“If I go through with this, I want a bigger role in this future operation you’re planning with this Slanadorian Lord. I don’t want to be left in the dark again. How can I possibly audit what you’re doing if you keep secrets from me?“
She gave the other alien a sharp look. “I want to be your right hand alien. I want to know everything you’re planning, and what we’re doing next. Without that, I won’t support this.“
The faint eagerness fled as Doris’ shoulders hunched over. “Are you sure about this? I’ve kept you at arm’s length for various reasons, but if you truly get what you want, there won’t be any more hiding. You’ll be in the thick of danger, and failure, if it occurs, will fall directly on your shoulders.“
“Is that so?” asked Kate, straightening her back. “Well then, the two of us will go down together.”
Doris gave her a hard look, then shrugged. “After this, if it all works out, I’ll consider it.“
Kate returned her stare, giving it back as good as she got. “I’ll accept that much. But don’t consider too long, or you might not like the consequences.“
“Of course not, dearie,” Doris said breezily. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll squirt the rest of the details to you. Give them a look, the mission commences in an hour. Ta!”
The screen blanked, and Kate groaned, pressing a hand over her armored skull, kneading at the pressure points. Jackie shifted in her arms, curling back until her skull hit the headrest.
“What do you think of all this?” she asked. “Despite appearances, I knew you weren’t sleeping.”
A thick chuckle tickled her ears. “I need to practice my deception skills, little pickle,” she said in a velvety voice. “If I can’t convince you, I’m not sure we’ll stand a chance against the Slanadorians.”
Kate squeezed her side. “Nonsense. None of them know you as well as I do. Now, stop equivocating and tell me what I want to know.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she said sarcastically, a thread of amusement twining through her words to soften the effect.
Sitting up, she squeezed her warm body into Kate’s, making her groan. “I think, that if we only have an hour... we had better get dressed and go examine those materials.”
“What, no philosophizing on whether or not this will work? What about my demands? Did those make sense?”
Jackie nudged her side. “Look, at this point, I trust you and support you. I don’t see any reason to question your decisions. I’m quite happy to play dominant in the bedroom; you can handle the more serious matters.”
“Oh ho, so you abscond from all responsibility, then?” roared Kate as she turned, both hands extended with evil intent.
Jackie jumped out of the chair, her breasts wobbling in an enticing manner as she easily regained her balance, giving her a leery look. “Getting into a tickle fight with you on the eve of battle seems rather irresponsible,” she said haughtily. “I’m going to go get dressed.”
Kate knew that her aloofness was fake. Later on, they’d both fuck like rabbits, trading positions and dominance as necessary to achieve the desired result.
Bracing an elbow against the captain’s chair, she watched her lover speculatively as she whirled about in a huff, showing off her nice curves. Her ass winked as she stalked away, wetness seeping between her legs.
Yes, that was to be expected. The two of them had avoided getting pregnant, as they had sensed that something like this was coming up. As a result, their bellies were flat, not containing any eggs.
After their conquest, that wouldn’t last long. Doubtless there would be a need for more symbiotes to control their captives, and Kate was looking forward to making them with her lover.
That wasn’t strictly necessary, really, as they had plenty of breeding pairs on the ship, but Kate refused to give up the pleasure of being filled with her lover’s spawn.
She sighed, lifting her legs off the Proctor and levering herself to her feet. No more time to enjoy herself. She had to prepare.
The alien below her twisted her head, staring at her with longing. Kate touched the gem on her shoulder, giving her slave an indulgent look. The Proctor could pretend to be in charge for an hour while her Mistress prepared for the mission.
She pushed her thoughts through the interface. «You have the bridge.»
The Proctor rocketed to her feet and snapped a hand to her side, giving her a salute. “Yes, Mistress!”
She had spent a good chunk of her spare time learning the Slanadorian language, but it just made sense to have them reply to her commands in English to reduce confusion. It also helped that she could easily get mental confirmation that her orders were being obeyed.
Given that, she felt no concerns about leaving the Proctor alone on the bridge. The crystal lattice hanging from the ceiling would ensure her obedience, and all defiance had already been beaten out of her. She was nothing more than a pet.
Of course, she wouldn’t leave everything to chance. It was simple to monitor her remotely via pings she sent through the control net. If anything tugged at her threads in an unusual way, she’d be the first to know.
Humming to herself, she followed the path Jackie had taken from the bridge, marching out onto one of two main spinal corridors that fanned out from the rear.
The passageways were organic in nature, built on top of what appeared to be a ribbed backbone. Transparent membranes on either side were strong enough to hold anyone who fell off, but they also provided a good view of the operations below.
Here, she could see some of the science labs that they had repurposed as breeding crèches. Small alcoves had been built into the corners, containing heat lamps that spotlighted small collections of eggs.
Scattered around the central area of the room were circular depressions filled with organically grown furniture. Here, pregnant aliens relaxed, enjoying each other’s company.
If they desired food, fucking columns were provided around the periphery to give them alien milk. If they wanted privacy, they could retreat to smaller booths that had been provided at each corner of the room. All of their needs were taken care of, the environment carefully monitored by servants to ensure that the highest number of viable offspring were produced.
The metrics didn’t lie—at current rates, her ship was out breeding the others, and her policies were in high demand. The secret was that she wasn’t in charge of the breeding at all. This, in fact, was entirely Jackie’s project.
Utilizing her skills as a rancher had produced prodigious results. Kate had encouraged her to share with others, but her lover was reticent. She let them believe that this was all Kate’s doing because she didn’t want to have to spend all of her time explaining the particulars.
This meant that it fell to Kate to keep them at bay, which she was happy to do if it made Jackie happy. She didn’t let her lover forget this fact, extracting plenty of concessions from her during playtime.
Hmm, speaking of which, wasn’t it time to cash in a few more favors? She had put in an order for a suspended sex swing, and she knew exactly who was going to be bound into it first.
She let go of her flights of fancy as the corridor closed in, opening back up into a series of different passages. She hopped down one of the spokes that led towards the outside of the ship, following the faint glow of the hanging lights that opened up towards the window into space at the end.
The lighting was yet another enslaved species of the Slanadorians, but these weren’t sentient. They were perfectly happy to hang and glow as long as they were fed a daily diet of alien milk provided from the central vats.
Her stomach churned as she recalled the fate of those who had been hooked up to those implacable pumps. At least they were able to freely roam the ship now instead of being caged like chickens!
Humming to herself, she spun on her heel and entered the restricted space nestled against the exterior of the ship. There was a long, fleshy table with a smooth top, and a set of lockers along the wall, where Jackie was busy putting on a sheer bodysuit.
Kate took a seat in front of a lit screen, making surreptitious glances at Jackie’s body. The way the lower curve of the glossy suit cupped her breasts was devilishly distracting. Surely, business could wait a few more minutes?
She leaned her elbows on the table, crossing her arms as she pressed a finger into her mouth, giving it a little suck as she imagined doing the same to her lover’s erect nipples.
Jackie curled her head, her breasts jiggling as she clamped her arms together. “I know what you want,” she purred, pawing her hands over her chest, which distended downwards. “We gotta get our work done first, though, and you have to get suited up.“
Kate sighed, tapping a hand against the desk. “I have a proposition. Why don’t we do it the other way around. I’m not going to be able to focus while you’re bouncing those massive honkers in front of my face.“
“Oh? These?” asked Jackie, giving her hips a little pop to send her bosom wobbling. “If you want a piece of these, you’re going to have to get dressed first yourself.“
Kate braced her hands on the table, giving Jackie a feral grin. “I won’t let you take that back,” she warned.
“Who’s taking anything back?” asked Jackie, crossing her arms and lifting them up to show off the rolls of flesh underneath the stretchy material of her purple bodysuit.
This was too much for Kate. She lifted her body and vaulted across the table, landing neatly on her feet as she grabbed at the locker handle. The concave shape molded around her hand and pressed against her finger pads, positively identifying her.
It made a small chirp as the edges rippled, tiny eyes giving her a gimlet glare as the compartment opened. After merging with the alien symbiotes, it had gotten easier to deal with these interfaces, but she couldn’t claim that they never bothered her.
Especially when a hollow sounding burp echoed from somewhere within the chamber. She jumped, giving it a frown as Jackie laughed. “It’s just saying that it likes you.”
She gave the door a gentle smack. “Well, it needs to settle down. I am its lord and master!“
The bottom of the locker belched, a foul smell reaching her nostrils as a wide tongue sprung outwards, bearing her suit and associated gear.
Jackie pressed a hand over her mouth, suppressing another laugh. “I’m sorry, but watching you trying to intimidate a locker is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week!”
She wheezed, breaking down again, unable to stop herself. Kate rolled her eyes as she retrieved the purple bodysuit, giving the locker a small bow. “Thank you. In the game of manners, you appear to be the superior player.”
She gave Jackie a sideways glare, but it was too late for her. She had been seized by a paroxysm of mirth, her breasts jiggling as she laid back.
“I’m glad I’m a joke to you,” she muttered darkly, folding the suit over the table as she pried at the neckline.
At the touch of her fingertips, the material activated, splitting neatly all the way down to the butt. The interior was prelubricated, so it was only a matter of moments before she was slipping her legs down through the openings in the bottoms.
Tiny cilia inside readjusted the fabric, pulling it smartly into position as she flipped up the flaps on the back. As it settled into place, her breasts puckered, the alien suit giving them a little tease.
Her dick engorged in response, but it was held back by a fleshy pouch. No matter how much she strained, it wouldn’t be obvious to others that she was experiencing an erection.
Since there were no frontal openings down below, that precluded any... erotic action. These suits had been built for work, not pleasure.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t tease each other, however. Glancing at her lover, she arched her back and retrieved her armored boots slowly, making sure to show off the long, curvy slope of her breasts.
Jackie seemed otherwise occupied, however, punching commands into a portable display. “Hmm, it looks like she’s not messing around. Four assault squads are on the list for the attack, plus another that is already in position on the station. I’d say we actually stand a pretty good chance of pulling this off.”
After the heavy duty boots suctioned themselves into place, Kate made an aggressive move towards the table, hopping on top. She grabbed a translator alien and crammed it into her ear, ignoring the discomfort as it wiggled into place.
The squishy surface accommodated her ass as she folded her legs, one hand braced against the surface as her other slid down to her hip. “Do tell,” she purred, leaning forward to show off her breasts.
The material squeezed her tightly enough that her nipples dimpled the surface. Grabbing at the underhang, she rolled her breasts upwards, tickling the tips with the sides of her fingers. “Stop getting distracted and pay attention to me,” she demanded, leaning over and planting her gigantic boobs on top of the display.
“Needy bitch,” Jackie mumbled, her hands flexing as she pulled the tablet out from under Kate.
“You know what? We’re going to do this my way,” she declared, pouncing onto the table next to her.
Kate shivered with delight as she noticed the dominant glare in Jackie’s eyes. This time, it wasn’t a tease. She was serious.
Jackie grabbed her arm. “Get on your knees. Now.“
Forgetting her plans to tease Jackie, Kate did as she was told, interested in seeing what Jackie had come up with.
“Hands behind your back.” The sharpness of her words tickled Kate’s spine like a sharp whip.
She shifted her shoulders, moving them to the rear as she linked her hands together. This had the side effect of forcing her bust forward, showing off her distended nipples.
“Commanders can’t be naughty,” continued Jackie. “They have to focus. Since you’ve demonstrated no ability to stay on task, even before a critical mission, it falls to me to maintain discipline.“
“Yes, Mistress!” she hissed through her teeth, keeping her back straight.
“Not good enough!” growled Jackie, smacking her ass. “Sit yourself down! You’re in dire need of what human males term ‘post-nut clarity,’ but we can’t get that far unless you learn everything you need to know about this mission!”
“Yes, Mistress,” repeated Kate, planting her ass on top of the heels of her heavy boots, enjoying the pain of the hard, rubbery material against her butt.
Jackie picked up the display that Kate had hidden with her boobs earlier. “Now, we’re going to study this together until we have it right. I will refuse to grant you an orgasm if you get too far off track. Release can only come once I am satisfied that you won’t lead us into disaster.”
“Now,” she said, looping one hand around to grab at Kate’s breast. “Let’s review this.”
Adroitly manipulating the screen with her left hand, she scrolled it down. “We’ll maintain our position at Lagrange point three, behind the sun. This will mask our presence from the station, while allowing us to monitor the situation via satellites situated at points four and five. When given the signal, we’ll swoop in and pursue any escaping craft. If none appear, we’ll keep ourselves hidden so that our enemy can’t get a read on our true numbers.”
“Sensible,” grunted Kate, gasping as Jackie seized one of her breasts, giving it a harsh squeeze.
“Quiz time,” Jackie said, letting go of her breast so that she could smack her ass. “How many assault squads did I say were going to be involved earlier?”
Kate screwed up her eyes. “I recall you mentioning four?”
Her hand arrived with a whip crack. ”Wrong. You’ve already forgotten the extra squad on the station.“
She shook her head. “What am I going to do with you? You can’t even remember the simplest details.”
Kate gave her a cherubic grin. “That’s what you’re here for, of course. I’m much better with the big picture stuff, and you make sure I have the information I need to stay on course.“
Jackie glowered, tickling her fingers up Kate’s back. “This isn’t a game. You have to know some of this yourself.“
Kate stopped trying to be flirtatious. “I do know,” she said seriously. “We’re going to set up at Lagrange point three and wait to see what happens. If we are not called upon, we’ll vanish like ghosts.”
She smirked. “See? I do pay attention to the important details.“
Jackie sighed, but she couldn’t find fault with any of that. She scrolled the screen down to the section containing information on their opposition. “This Irizina is expected to bring her own entourage, including a full complement of noble guards. It will be impossible to take them down without the use of force or... the suitable application of guile.“
Kate sighed, pressing into Jackie’s body, hoping that she was going to get to the point soon. “And which of those does Doris have planned for our target?”
Jackie scrolled and frowned. “I don’t know. That isn’t listed here. If she’s lucky, she already has a sleeper agent. If not, this is liable to get rather bloody before the situation can be brought under control.”
Kate studied the text, her mind racing. “It says here that the mission’s success is predicated on this being accurate intelligence, but nowhere does it say how likely that is.”
She groaned. “Reading between the lines, that means there is no sleeper agent, and she has no clue. Great.“
“Or, her agent hasn’t been able to report due to extenuating circumstances,” Jackie pointed out. “Either way, she is the one taking all the risk here, so I hope her plan works.“
“You and me both,” muttered Kate, clicking off the display. “We should talk contingencies.”
“Yes, let’s,” purred Jackie, pushing on Kate’s back until she leaned over the table
Climbing up, Jackie swung a leg over her ass, sitting down on her rump. The extra weight forced Kate onto her hands, her breasts swinging freely as Jackie ran her fingers over her ribs. She shuddered, suddenly desiring that her lover place her hands elsewhere, but demanding that while in this submissive posture would have been rather presumptuous of her.
Instead, she tried to concentrate on the mission. “What could go wrong?” she asked, grunting as Jackie shifted her body farther up, forcing her chest to arc forwards.
“All sorts of things,” replied Jackie sourly. “The operatives she has in position could fail, leaving her exposed and forcing her into an all out attack. Her plot could be detected prematurely and someone could attempt to escape.”
“Or... our intelligence has been infiltrated, and this is a reverse trap meant to scoop up the conspirators,” gasped Kate, her nipples straining against the sheer material.
“Very good,” declared Jackie, scraping her fingernails down Kate’s side. “So, what should we do in each circumstance?”
“Umm,” grunted Kate, trying to prod her mind into motion as her body went into overdrive. “If she’s exposed, we do nothing, as she ordered. We watch the melee, and if it’s going well, we assist. If not, we cut and run.”
Jackie smacked her ass. “You will consult with me first before you dive in and help, got that?“
“Yes, Mistress,” hummed Kate, her eyes rolling as her nipples tightened to hard nubs, breasts swelling with heat.
“We should interfere if it looks like someone is going to escape, though, right?” she asked. “We can’t let anyone get away to tell the outside world of our presence.”
“Yes, but it depends on how many contacts we see,” declared Jackie. “If they’re like buzzing bees, going every which way, we abandon Doris. We only strike if we can be assured of victory.“
She tilted her hips forward and reached down to stroke at Kate’s breasts as the final word escaped her lips, giving it extra prominence. Kate cooed. “To victory,” she whispered, shuddering as a wave of pleasure rattled her body.
“Which leaves the final scenario,” sighed Jackie. “If that’s the case, we’re all screwed. We’ll do our best to escape, but if they know of our presence, they’ll be able to interdict us before we can do much.”
“In that case, it’ll come down to us,” replied Kate, pressing her palms into the table to straighten out her back. “I’ll order everyone under our control to distract the invaders at all costs, then I’ll destroy the jewelry. Without it, we can go undercover and pretend to be the same as all the other converted humans. Most of them decided to become dumb breeders, and know nothing of the plans of their betters.”
It was an unfortunate reality, but Kate couldn’t blame them too much. It was much easier to give in to the pleasure and allow it to control your reality. She had almost done the same, when in their position.
In some ways, she still wished she had, though she wouldn’t give up her time with Jackie for the universe. Indeed, that was the entire reason she was doing all of this in the first place.
The universe would bow. They would be free.
These thoughts of grandeur were eclipsed by the pleasure that tingled from her nipples as Jackie cupped them. “I wouldn’t mind being a dumb breeder,” she snarled, “but we can’t afford to inflate your belly before this mission. Your outfit would never fit.“
Kate moaned, her pussy twitching. She wanted it, needed for it to be filled, but that wasn’t possible.
Jackie opened her hands, filling them with Kate’s breast flesh and giving them a good squeeze. “Like putty in my hands,” she growled, running her thumbs over Kate’s nipples. “Be a good little slut and explode for me.“
Her nipples throbbed as they tightened further, milk gushing into her suit. The cilia tickled her as the living creature swallowed it down as fast as it could be produced, glowing a healthy sheen as it used the milk to nourish its skinny body.
The extra stimulation was too much for Kate, her limbs spasming as her brain sparked into a shattering orgasm. Her breathing struggled as she moaned like a cow, her elbows hinging outwards as she settled onto the squishy table, vision buzzing as her crotch became soaking wet.
The excess fluids were sucked away by the creature, keeping her clean, but at the same time it clenched around her body, enhancing the orgasm. Her muscles went rigid and she let out a long, soft moan as she wiggled like a worm.
Jackie chuckled and dismounted, giving her a parting smack on the butt. “It’s good to see that things never change,” she grunted. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time for more, or I’d force you to give me the pleasure I deserve. Instead, I’ll simply use it to balance our long list of favors.“
She raised a hand as she swayed her hips, blowing Kate a kiss as she rested her other hand on the door handle. “Enjoy the afterglow, but don’t take too much time. We only have about ten minutes left.“
Kate wasn’t in any decent state to follow her. Oh, what she could do by mere touch alone!
Thinking about being filled by her alien cock was almost too much to bear. She bent over and slid her legs apart, exposing her crotch as she imagined being used for hours. She almost melted into a puddle of goo right there and then.
No, this wasn’t the time. Kate, get yourself together! You’re the captain of a ship in a universe hostile to your cause. You can’t afford to fall to pieces.
And yet, the way her body was treating her was so intense. It would be so much easier to run away from her responsibilities. It was no wonder so many opted to become breeding cows.
Dragging herself over the side of the table, she set her booted feet softly against the floor. It was very much like her to overthink everything, but this tendency was starting to get in the way.
Standing up straight, she stiffened her back. It was time to show the others her mettle.
Striding directly for the door, she paused as she noticed two pregnant converted humans talking outside. What did she just tell herself? Meekness wasn’t allowed
She gave the door a mental command and it irised open, giving her a better look at their faces. “Ah, Ben and Janice! It’s a pleasure to see you two so happy and... healthy.“
Their breasts were the size of small melons, a trickle of milk leaking from the exposed tips as they rested against swollen bellies. Ben chuckled, his hand wrapped around his enlarged bosom. “Yes, my wonderful wife has filled me again, and I must confess that breeding is more fulfilling than I had originally thought.”
His human eyes blinked, a filmy white around the corneas indicating that he wasn’t using them much. This was common with breeders, as they dipped deeper into the pleasure of seeing the enhanced details of their lover’s alien bodies.
Kate swallowed, a hint of sadness in her gut. Although these two had initially appeared to have strong personalities, they hadn’t managed to overcome the erotic nature of their symbiotes, becoming enslaved to their desires. They might still think and act like humans, but they were never fully in control of themselves. They couldn’t strive for more.
They certainly didn’t appear unhappy, though. She must be careful not to ascribe emotions to them that they weren’t feeling themselves.
“How are you doing in general, then?” she asked. “Are all of your needs being taken care of? Any complaints?”
“No problems at all. We live without care, enjoying each other immensely, " chuckled Janice, reaching out to tug Kate’s bodysuit. “That looks nice. Are you planning on taking a dip in the pool?“
A shadow fell across her mind. She couldn’t tell them that they were potentially about to be involved in a deadly mission. The two of them couldn’t do anything about it. It was entirely up to her to keep them safe.
“Oh, this? It’s a uniform variant. Jackie thought it looked good on me, and as you know, I can’t deny her anything.“
Janice nodded sagely, making a soft burp that jiggled her belly. “She’s taking up so much of your time!” she protested, grabbing Kate’s arm. “I suppose our only complaint is that you visit us so infrequently!”
Kate hesitated. They were right. She was getting too wrapped up in her duties as of late.
A chime sounded on the intercom. “Captain Kate, you are wanted on the bridge,” said Jackie drolly, her voice distorted as it was magnified through living relays.
Some of her discomfort faded. This wasn’t a problem she could put off indefinitely, but for now she had bigger fish to fry.
“I will make sure to schedule some time to see you later,” she sighed. “Duty never rests.”
“Captain?” muttered Ben, looking confused. “When did that happen?“
She reached into the inner well of her power and exerted a force. The slugs about their necks wiggled in acknowledgment, a blue glow appearing in their eyes.
Bright smiles lit their faces as bliss rushed in. They turned towards each other and embraced, their lips locking together as their enormous breasts squeezed outwards around the sides.
She regretted having to do this to them, but she didn’t have time to evade more searching questions. Spinning on her foot, she tapped an acknowledgment into her wrist band, speeding up as she began to cross back over the spiny corridor, guilt tugging at the back of her mind.