Chapter 6

I would learn, study all I could of the Coit'ii, their methods and history until I might discover some weakness. Luckily, the white and cyan-floored room — my pen had voice-activated information screens that could and would reveal an incredible variety of information, things that most governments would keep clandestine. They didn't seem to much care about internal security for their empire — rival species that should have been their competitors became grateful stud-slaves. A revolution required anger; outrage before opposition could be contemplated; but most species would never even get to the point where they could hate the sexy invaders; trapped as they were in prisons of pleasure.

Now they had annexed humanity; apparently we were not the smartest, nor strongest species they had seduced, but rather the most virile. That was dangerous in another way; my imagination ran wild with the possibilities as I reclined in a gelatinous likeness of an easy chair, while feeding tubes attached themselves to me surreptitiously to feed and cleanse my body. All their other strengths that they might have copied from the fifty or so other carbon-based sentients they interbred with would now be magnified by the power of human sperm as a force-multiplier — swelling the legions of lusty Coit'ii as never before! Their population growth would reach an all-time high, triggering a new expansionist wave that would leave yet more worlds writhing in lust as they fondled their own genitals. I didn't know how many other sentient species there were in the galaxy, but now Earth or... Sol-Three-Hundred-Million would be the instrument of the downfall of many more planets from the power our ejaculate would give the Coit'ii Empire.

And I was to blame; each time I surrendered to my male sex drive, each time I grasped the ass of a willing Coit'ii and thrust my rock-hard prick into her clenching female depths, I was creating a new warrior, or spy for the next invasion of someone else's planet.

And it was not enough for them; I could see on a hovering flatscreen a live-feed from some sort of Coit'ii fertility experiment. The room was filled with floating screens and hovering pink orbs as the aliens manipulated data that pertained to three grizzled, middle-aged men strapped down naked in chairs on a dais near the center of the room.

"You are fortunate;" came the intrusive voice of the being I knew as Dr. Cox. There were some males that could never be integrated into the Simulator, due to neurological or physical abnormalities; and these we use for our advanced virility experiments." The Doctor's voice. "Lucky for you that I have influence to keep you for the Mating Pool, and my own recordings."

"Is there much difference?" I grumbled.

"You'd not enjoy the Virility Chamber, because you value your mind so much. One of our tried and true methods is to force the pleasure-center of the male brain to overgrow, consuming the areas that control memory and impulse control. You cherish your intellect, but if not for me — the Andrologists would turn you into a grunting, drooling support system for an enhanced cock!" I wasn't sure what to say to that.

The Andrologists themselves were serious scientists bent to their tasks with a singular dedication — yet all of them looked like naked porn-stars in their twenties with jutting, silicon boobs.

"Decreased readings from the Gonadus beam — cellular structure cannot sustain a fifth increase." A brunette reported, as she punched something onto a glassy, floating screen.

"Deterioration of the Amygdala at 54%." A blonde reported.

"Keep testosterone levels under three million milliunits." A Busty, confident alien ordered, as she paced the lab with all the severity of the most dedicated human researchers. There was a cheery beep from one of the pink orbs floating nearby.

"Tactile nerve-endings in the penis have doubled!" Trilled an enthused lab-worker.

"Perform the Visual Test." Ordered the confident, authoritative nude alien slut. A cinnamon-haired Coit'ii with impossibly perky breasts slapped a button on the wall, and a sleek, metal pole slid down near the center of the dais where the captive human grunted in his restraints. Thrusting her hips brazenly, the alien strutted towards the length of metal and began a sinuous pole-dance with a preternatural agility and enthusiasm. She shook her naked tits teasingly in the grunting man's face, as her naked thighs wove a sultry course as she swayed on either side of the pole.

The grizzled, fortyish human gurgled, eyes bulging, eight-inch penis rigid as a rocket primed for launch. The alien scientist-turned-exotic dancer did the splits, extending her leg up the pole's length and using her calves for leverage to climb. With her thighs gripping the pole, she slid upside down, taunting the human with the full splendor of her ripe boobs. Next, she stood to move her wide hips in a corkscrew motion as she waved her naked, bulging ass in his face.

"Success!" Exulted their leader. "According to these readings; we've managed to permanently increase the human male sex-drive by two-hundred percent!" The scientific team bent over and spanked themselves by way of applause. "In a timeframe of only sixteen Throbs!"

"Hours." Dr. Cox translated.

"If we can exceed the minimum standards for sperm-count increase as well, our work is guaranteed for Mass-Production!" cooed the blond.

Their human prisoner snarled like a chained beast in his chair restraints, eyes and veins bulging as he sought to lay claim to the feminine flesh that jiggled before him.

"T-turn it off!" I tried to swat the screen to banish the images in disgust. Is that my fate? Would I become nothing more than a living dildo for the use of alien succubi? But there was some sort of activity in Dr. Cox's chamber. She was still transmitting, so I could hear snatches of the conversation — my ear implant translating most of the words into English.

"... complete notarized requisition for the immediate transport and stud-use of Awakened Specimen 00069-Eta-1242-7."

"I have broad discretionary authority granted by the Supreme Andrologist herself." Protested the Doctor.

"We are invoking article 16 of the Spermatozoa-Security Act for the suspension of all other ancillary priorities." There were a few more whispered threats and arguments that did not transmit to me. But I did hear two more of the Coit'ii military officers speaking in hushed voices, perhaps not aware that they were broadcasting directly into my ear.

"This is your last chance, Anjiiishelvethlest — Homeworld has no tolerance for your sort of weakness among the Chastities."

"No! You're wrong! All of you misunderstand! My way is so much better! You'll see; I'll make him hard, and I'll make him cum! He'll be glad to impregnate me! It won't be like last time!"

"For the sake of your career; it had better not be!"

It seemed to be so easy; did I simply have to envision a perfect woman or unattainable babe and have her materialize in the form of a Coit'ii? It would seem so. When I was younger, there'd be an internet porn-stripper by the name of Crystal Gunns that I'd have many a wet dream over. I'd tried to put aside such fixations and concentrate on available women, but now... with the Coit'ii in charge, there were only fantasies.

It was a different mating chamber that the one I was used to — the force bubble carried me further down a new honeycomb tunnel past more and more pregnant Chastity Guards. They gripped their pink staffs more tightly as I passed. Was one of them rubbing her hands up and down the shaft? I was deposited in a new chamber — yet equipped with similar Simulation technology.

It was a lavish, silky room with comfortable chairs but minimal decoration — was behind a curtain and found myself seated in a plush, red easy chair. There was a distinctive twang to the background music that thumped and pumped somewhere distant. I recognized the style as Cajun; It must be a fantasy of an old, New Orleans strip-club/whore-house. and I understood when the curtain slid open.

Sure enough, there framed by the smoke-tinged light was the naked body of huge-boob model Crystal Gunns — with her elegant, wing-like eyes, kissable lips. She had the barb-wire tattoo on her arm, the diamond in her navel, those jutting hips, and of course her ginormous bubble-tits. She swayed as she approached and ran her hands down her sumptuous body.

"Y-you haven't won..." I couldn't let this be normal, there had to be a way to undermine them, escape and thwart their invasion. "You don't rule me, you don't own me." My cock begged to differ, but my mind was defiant.

"No..." cooed the shapeshifter. "I don't want to conquer or harm anyone, I just want to touch you. That's what this is; the traditional human custom of the lap-dance. I get to touch you anywhere. " She slid into my lap and gently caressed my naked, erect rod. Then she did something impossible, something uncharacteristic which no Coit'ii had done to date.

She kissed me. Not a lurid lick or bestial love-bite. But a genuine, human kiss. On the cheek. "Is it so bad, this new life of constant sex and pleasure?" She was squeezing her boobs against me.

"You've stolen the human race. All our hopes, dreams, potential... all wasted... all gushing into plastic tubes to fertilize your Empire. Everything we could be is lost to us."

"But you're the only man on Earth who's unhappy. We're doing everything we can imagine to make you enjoy this... enjoy us." She snuggled up against me.

"You don't understand, I'm not ruled by the desire for pleasure! I need to build something, make a difference that matters!"

"Every human male makes a difference to us; and you are of special interest. We're not evil, I'm not an alien monster. I'm just a horny woman that loves manly men." She kissed her way down my tight abdomen, and towards my ever-erect rod. "Just a horny woman who loves sex, a lot. What's wrong with that? Look at how big you are; you're so manly... how could we not come here? I just want to feel a manly-man between my legs. Why is that wrong? I just want to feel your baby inside me. And I know I make you hard. Knock me up! You big, beefy stud! Knock me up! With your manmeat!" This was totally different, the alien was not demanding, domineering and prideful — she was not exulting in the power her body had over men. She stroked my hair and kissed me with a rare tenderness that I'd seen only from human women.

I didn't intend to when I entered, but the effect she had on me was profound; I bore the sexy creature to the ground and thrust myself to the hilt within her womanly canal. We kissed and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I gave her my all. It mattered far less that she was an alien shapeshifter — this was the gentleness that I'd missed among my new mistresses, and I was determined to reward this one for it.

"What's your name?"

"Call me... Angel..." cooed the alien. I grunted in bliss and drove myself deeper. She would be rewarded. I thrust myself to what I thought was my deepest, and the most direct route into the core of her sex. I reveled in the softness of her porn-star body, in the way she stroked my spiky, brown hair, and I exulted in her caramel- sugary sex-musk — a lot like the smell of English Toffee. I sucked on her nipples as I first began to pump my seed. Willingly, intentionally I tried to direct the jets of my sperm to her core. Her breasts pulsed as they expanded in size, near to the Coit'ii natural limit, and she gave a sigh of longing as my hot seed drowned her womb. I lingered inside her cunt, kissing the rest of her body as I willed my cock to deposit every last ounce of sperm into this creature. She thrashed and cooed in a way that expressed the deepest appreciation and enjoyment. I thought she bent closer to nibble on my ear...

"Get ready to run." She whispered, as her expanding belly began to push us apart from the swell of the offspring I had fathered into her womb. What... what was this? An alien was helping me? Helping me to escape? It could be my only chance... ever to get out from under the thumb of Dr. Cox, the Chastities, and the Supreme Andrologist.

A penis-bot intruded upon us, and thrust itself into her cunt. It took longer than normal, both to filter and harvest my unused spermatozoa, and then it seemed to... inject something else. Yes... that must be some sort of pregnancy stabilizer; to slow down the biological cascade that allowed Coit'ii to gestate their alien spawn in just minutes. Angel must have military connections, and thus she would be one of the Chastities.

And sure enough, the rear wall of the New Orleans strip club lap-dance room sphinctered open! I gave the darling extraterrestrial a hard kiss and made my dash! I could see Angel in my peripheral vision, cooing and rubbing her pregnant belly in apparent ecstasy.

Speed was my ally. While having pregnant guards might lessen the temptation to have sex, I was betting that at the least it would slow them down; and I seemed to bet correctly. My overcharged sex-life had done wonders for rebuilding my muscles that had atrophied during my stay in the Reality Simulator, and I made a mad dash through the nearest honey-comb tunnel, running fast enough to use the close walls to propel me in a mad leap over the heads of the gorgeous, gravid guardians. I also narrowly avoided two pink energy rays whose effects I would rather not contemplate. I did not think, I reacted. I ran, I leaped.

There were corkscrew tubes that conducted the extracted semen from where men ejaculated it both up and down the Tower according to a system I had not yet deciphered. But I slid down... down the clear spiral of tubing as thick as my leg nearly thirty-six levels. Past the men that cooed, grunted and spurted obliviously from where they were trapped in Virtual wet-dreams.

I landed on a metallic, spherical container... or processor. Tubes of semen where rushing into the sphere from several directions, and a clear tube was spewing clear, bluish gel into a flowing canal that led outside the walls of the Tower. I remembered something I'd overhead a Coit'ii mention... A new preservative for human spermatozoa, to keep them healthy over long voyages. But there was no time to think, I leapt.

Plunging into the warm, gooey and blue synthetic cum that was being pumped out of the tower. And I saw the ship. As the canal left through a gap in the wall and turned sharply, a hovering collection vessel suctioned up the — UNNNFFH — I banged against a metal filter that allowed only liquid to enter the ship's cargo bays as it siphoned the precious sperm cells.

Now what? Do I try to stow away on this ship? No... no... probably going back to the colossal space station I saw orbiting the South Pole. And then later? Probably to a Coit'ii planet... no, I'd accomplish nothing if I ended up in a place like that; they'd sense my male lusts and probably rape me to death within the hour. At best, I'd be a Stud-slave, just like now. No, my fate lay with... and on the Earth. And I slid down the twisted and whorling sides of the incredible, stratospheric tower erected by alien hands.

I would no longer think about my exhaustion, nor of the hours it took me to climb down the... God knows how far I'd been climbing to get down to ground level. Yet my resolve was renewed by what I beheld. Yes, I recognized the familiar skyline of Kansas City, or what was left of it... yet that skyline was set against the backdrop of an orange sky! I saw large tracts of soil cleared in squares, where small plots of test-crops were being grown. Blue... deep blue vines and moss. Just like the Simulations I'd seen of the jungle, and the Sex-temple. That was home for them; and the Coit'ii were remaking the Earth into a mirror image of their own native planet. The air wasn't any less breathable... although it did seem to smell... sweeter.