Chapter 5

It was difficult to say how long it lasted. When the euphoric disembodiment faded, I was still lying in the chamber made to resemble a Girl's Locker Room. My unearthly mating partner lay sprawled next to me, soaking wet, hyperventilating, and with tremulous pillows of boob the size of soccer balls. She began to grunt, and tremble — then clutched her sculpted abdomen. She moaned luridly as a strange lump appeared beneath her navel — which began to swell... And swell.

"Huh... almost like you're pregnant..."

"Of course I am, silly male. How couldn't I be; with sperm as vigorous and eager as yours? Still feel them... swimming, penetrating..." Say what? Was she aware of my individual sperm cells? Her belly swelled and pulsed, as if she were somehow sitting on a hidden pump. Just as a human would have been after nearly six months of pregnancy.

My eyes widened, I scrambled away in shock. My Beyond-Gorgeous, Groin-Aching lover cooed and massaged her rapidly gravid belly. This hyper-pregnancy apparently afforded a profound sensual bliss for Coit'ii that rivaled the sex itself. Her root beer musk was fading, being replaced by the aroma of hot apple pie.

"Uuurrrrrrrnnhhh Love this planet... love the sperm here... Grow... Grow..." she ordered her belly, which ripened into a seven-month swell.

"Just... just not possible... w-we're different species... from different planets." I hoped to deny the strangeness I was witnessing, hoped it was some sort of simulated reality.

"Mmmmmm... we Coit'ii are a meta-species... we don't have the same kind of stable genome that most carbon-based life does... much more flexible. Ooooooh " her womb rippled. "We have a heuristic reproductive system that allows us to interbreed with any carbon-based male sentient, we can absorb the best traits of each race, and grow ever stronger with each new species we breed with. Our biology... GRUNT works better with human sperm than with most others."

Heuristics... a computer term, geek that I was it made sense to me. Problem-solving... adaptive systems... but biological. So they'd done this before, to countless other planets; copying the fantasies of the males, and rapidly spawning legions of their kind to wrest the planet away by whatever means necessary. From what I'd overheard from the others, it seemed that humanity was the most virile race in the galaxy... and it began to make more sense. If these creatures can grow offspring to term in just minutes, then... with the ability to travel to other planets, it wouldn't be long before there were... more than billions, trillions of them! A sexual plague that no single species could hope to defeat. And I had helped them, I had given her my sperm, and conceived another shape-shifting, cock-sucking alien succubus to infiltrate and seduce.

"There are no male Coit'ii... are there?" I asked, still exhausted from my exertions.

"No... our cells cannot express masculine genetic traits, so it is the nature of our existence that we must entice males of other carbon-based species to impregnate us... as you have done... quite nicely, I might add." She arched her back, tits thrusting forward. "You seem to believe that we are monstrous invaders steeped in evil — but while I can change my outward shape, we cannot change the core of what we are anymore than you can stop breathing."

"But... but you could have negotiated for the sperm of mankind!"

"Why negotiate for that which you can surely take? No... wherever there are men who crave sex, the Coit'ii will seduce them. We couldn't stop ourselves if we wanted to. And we don't want to stop... we want more sex, more births — we need more sperm. And the human male can produce nearly Three-Hundred Million spermatozoa with a single orgasm — that kind of virility will enable the current regime to remain in power by supplying more sperm, at cheaper rates than ever. The semen of humanity will satisfy the masses, allow us to expand as never before, and keep the Empress in power for a long, long time." It was a political angle as well. If my dreams were any indication, the force that subdued the Earth was greater in number and power than any war-effort humanity had ever dreamed of — it would take a vast, interstellar empire to control the resources that had shattered civilization and prepped every man on the planet for sperm harvest.

"But I'm not sure I - " my naked musings upon the shower tiles were interrupted by the buzzing of one of the blue penis-robots. It beeped over the throbbing cunt of my lover, then thrust itself inside... making a sucking sound.

"Oh... I will miss the feel of your sperm thrashing around inside me." The blue, floating robot beeped several times, then disengaged with a wet slurp, before rising upwards and flying around the corner and out of view.

"M-my sperm... that machine took it?"

"Of course! Now that you've succeeded in fathering your young upon me, we can't let the rest of your millions of seed go to waste can we? It all goes into the Common Fund." The spiraling tubes where the combined semen of everyone in this tower was sucked away. So sperm was so important that every single cell was preserved and transported — it only took one, ultimately to do the deed. So there must be billions... trillions of hopelessly sex-starved Coit'ii on many planets, and if they can breed so fast, then there could be countless legions that would never have a chance to mate personally with a man.

"So you need every last sperm cell to impregnate the lower masses of your fast-breeding society... because there are probably more of you than there could ever be men enough for. So the lower classes without direct access to a man must be regularly impregnated... probably by artificial insemination, in order to remain content.

"But... just keeping them happy would mean that there would always be more... and more Coit'ii... and you would need increasingly large supplies of sperm, as well as fresh sources." I reasoned aloud. "But those guards... they seemed to have stable, long lasting pregnancies? Why?"

"Mmmmhhh... the Chastities? They are given fertility suppressant drugs to slow down their pregnancies to several of your weeks."

"Ohh..." and then more pieces fell into place. "You need someone to guard men and sperm from unauthorized use and piracy; but how could you trust other Coit'ii who've probably got just as strong a biological clock as any of you? Yeah... I bet that by keeping them pregnant, they shouldn't want sperm and sex as much, so you can trust them to not hog all the men for themselves."

"You have a swift, and agile mind human. It is good, because that means that the offspring you have seeded my womb with should be cunning as you are." I guess that was a compliment. "End Mating." ordered Groin-Ache. A pink beam of light swept over me, and began to levitate me towards the ceiling, which sphinctered open for my exit.

My days were spent inside a surprisingly spacious white chamber with a cyan-blue floor composed of a clear, hard glass-like gel. I found that if I thought hard enough about what I wanted, then the blue-green material could shape itself into a variety of objects. It could form any conceivable furniture, even complex exercise equipment to allow me to stay in decent shape for my sentence as Stud-slave for the Coit'ii Empire.

The floor material could also form flat screens that could reveal images (and scents) from far-off places. I even discovered that I could see other planets in my solar system. (I guess their solar system now.) I saw the rusty red deserts of Mars from high in space and... ooh... look there — Mars has a great rift valley that human scientists have named Valles Marineris, and I could see lights there, definite habitation! A massive Coit'ii vessel hung in high orbit around the Red Planet, larger than either of the tiny moons — the ship must have been nearly thirty miles long. It rather resembled a green-metal beetle with six breasts. And there were others.

I saw gas-choked Venus, with a large number... at least... a hundred more such ships orbiting its North Pole, and there was a great, white ball — must have been hundreds of miles wide, streaking like a comet... on a collision course! My eyes widened in surprise as I considered the odd scene. The huge white ball was far smaller than Earth or Venus... but still large enough... big enough to be...

"Pluto!" I reasoned. "They've dragged Pluto out of orbit and are crashing it into Venus!" There was a certain harsh logic to the move; Neither world was frankly very useful to carbon-based life, but an impact between the two of them could shatter Venus' pressure-cooker atmosphere, at the same time adding water to the dry scorcher. If the Coit'ii could control C02 levels afterwards, they might be able to halt the greenhouse effect and force the temperature to drop. From my chemistry days, I knew that large amounts of water would also help to calm down temperatures. I watched the celestial manipulation dumb-struck for a few minutes as I quivered in awe at the power of an Empire capable of such extraordinary feats.

"Living space... they'll need lots of it. If they breed as fast from sex just once, there would be so many... hard to think of how many there must be — but they'd need our entire solar system to settle. And what about Earth itself?

For a moment, I thought that we'd gained another moon. Earth seen from orbit had a massive planetoid hanging over the South Pole... it must have been... hundreds of miles... the spherical construct was close to Pluto in size! "Like... like a Death Star!" But it was not a super-weapon meant to shatter our planet; it was probably there to manage the harvest of mankind and store the semen of my race. And it was spherical; something that large I knew, would compress itself into a ball from its own gravity, and the Coit'ii had built their Sperm-Harvester Mothership into a sphere to begin with.

"Of course, Sol-Three-Hundred-Million is the choicest territory of all." Said the voice of the alien whom I knew as Dr. Cox. Another flat screen showed her face and torso, with her Porn-worthy F-cup tits on brazen display.

"There's no such planet by that name."

"Of course there is, you were born there. As was the rest of humanity."

"Our planet is Earth, sweet-cheeks. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Nonsense, all life-bearing worlds in the Coit'ii Empire are renamed; usually after the maximum Sperm Count of the predominant male sentients." I shook my head in disgust. So that was it then, it all came down to our sperm.

"With so much power... all these ships, you didn't really need to seduce us at all; you could have just crushed us with military power in the first place." Dr. Cox rolled her eyes.

"You male-species are all the same. You all think that power is determined by destruction. It's true that our forces could have overpowered anything that Earth could produce, but in a full-scale global war, your leaders would have unleashed every weapon of mass destruction you could come up with, they would have ruined the planet's ecology and killed most of the humans that we needed.

"The way to conquer an advanced species is not through pain and death, but rather pleasure and desire. We had to infiltrate your power-structures and seduce your leaders, to prevent them from using their full forces, not because your puny weapons would have destroyed our ships, but because had you tried to attack us with everything you possess, you would have ended up hurting yourselves."

"And you need us alive and intact so we can spend the rest of our lives ejaculating into tubes to satisfy your sex-crazed population. The orders I remembered... all Capitols ordering their armies to disband... Politicians and generals had all been coerced by their Coit'ii mistresses... but... but I don't understand how it worked so well." I scratched my head, frowning.

"Sure, you girls are great in the sack but... powerful men like that, it wouldn't be at all difficult to get hookers on the sly. In those recordings I saw, why were the generals and senators so desperate to have sex with your agents in particular? Why not a high-priced call-girl from some D.C. Madam? I don't think I understand what sort of hold you had over our leaders." Dr. Cox gave a sharkish grin.

"For your sake, hope that you never find that out for yourself!" I gulped.

But I was soon after kept very, very busy. I had seen much of the power of the Coit'ii, so I decided not to make more trouble by continuing to resist the forced breedings. I knew that if she had to, a Coit'ii could twist my mind to serve her purposes; I remembered how that first one, (I never got her name, really) used her psychic attack to remove my inhibitions towards impregnating her. I realized that with that ability, the Coit'ii could entice any man to cheat. By enlarging a man's ego, he could break any promise, believing there could be no consequences. Happily married men would commit eager adultery between the moist thighs of the gorgeous infiltrators — the most devoted priests would cast aside their holy vows as easily as they threw down their robes to impregnate the objects of their desire. The Coit'ii have probably been evolving for millions of years these sexual weapons to ensnare carbon-based male sentients — I wouldn't get anywhere by resisting directly.

But I would find some way to resist; there had to be more to the story. I hadn't heard anything so far about the fate of the billions of human women on Earth — er... whatever the aliens wanted to call it. Perhaps resistance was not impossible; the Coit'ii wouldn't use overwhelming deadly force against us, that would destroy the prize they sought. Perhaps somehow, someway it might be possible to galvanize resistance against them! But I had to wait, watch and see if there was a weakness to exploit. I would find out the fate of human women, then I would work out a strategy.

Most men of course, would have simply lain back and made ribald remarks of approval at the prospect of daily matings with the most gorgeous women imaginable, but then... most men never escaped from the Simulator — content in a false reality of sexual gratification. But I was the sort that needed truth, and accomplishment. I didn't live for pleasure! Well, not this kind of pleasure. Enjoyment for me came from inventing... accomplishing something noteworthy. Here, my only accomplishment was my ability to ejaculate. Between matings, I had moments of rest inside my personal quarters, and it seemed as though I had no need to eat or evacuate, when I had some bodily need, all I had to do was sit upon a piece of simulated furniture, and several feeding tubes would snake up from the floor and adhere themselves to me. Attaching at the places they once were when I was hooked into the simulator. Chemicals from the feeding tubes tended to my nutrition and seemed to eliminate all waste products without effort.

I was not alone among the Stud-slaves, I occasionally saw other men as we floated to and fro in the force-bubbles on our way to impregnate the latest alien slut. But there was no way to reach, or talk to them, for every other man I saw was equipped with the head-set and sensory probes that created a false world in which humans still ruled the Earth. I was the only one who was awake and aware of the alienness of our surroundings, or the true threat of the enemy we faced.

I soon lost count of the number of offspring I had sired into the eager wombs of the aliens. I accepted their sleek, feminine, oily bodies, I accepted their licks and love-bites, and I did not protest when their quivering cunts enveloped my beefy manmeat. Most of them resembled my ultimate, platinum-blond busty fitness-fantasy babe with the wide hips. But I hadn't encountered my first partner again. I just knew, apart from their mating musks, I could feel subtle differences between the creatures on an instinctive level. But I had finally worked out why they emitted their aromas.

The Coit'ii had an arsenal of common scents that they used to communicate with each other. But each individual also had a unique musk they released only when aroused. Lemon for anger — Bubblegum for complacency, acceptance. An apple-pie odor for triumphant success, and a smell something like black liquorice for humiliation. That was just a few. Though they could choose to take identical shapes, their arousal musk showed me the individual differences. The matings themselves all seemed to take place in the same chamber, as I was carried by the pink force-bubble. Yet each time I entered, it was a little different. There were many scenes from Earth besides Girl's Locker Rooms, their Simulator technology allowed them to mimic objects and dimensions in ways that the best movie producers would sell their souls to understand. Once, my alien mate insisted that I take her from behind as she leaned over the bars of a lion exhibit in a Zoo somewhere. Most of the time, I seemed to be inside the personal quarters of an interstellar starship, mating with my partner in her own bed. In another scenario, I was at the top of a ferris wheel in an amusement park reaming the pussy of a spectacular red-head as she thrust her naked breasts into the air, as if to challenge the nudity taboos of human culture.