Chapter 9

Less than an hour after leaving the now unexplainably vandalized school, the entire group was seated in Pete's living room. They had freed Penny, Mindy, Wendy and Mia who were all famished, as was Pete so all other concerns were put on a temporary hold while Penny and Mia had whipped up a quick meal of tomato soup and bologna sandwiches.

Once in the living room, Mia had taken what she considered her proper place at Pete's side, snuggling up to him in loving and subservient adoration. Mindy and Wendy, having learned to 'appreciate' each other even more during their long captivity sat together - very close together. Nothing inappropriate of course, there was the presence of Mr. Johnson to consider, but Mindy was certain the angle was wrong for him to see exactly where her hand was, and Wendy was confident that nobody really noticed how far apart her knees were. Penny had taken Bernie upstairs to get him cleaned up and find some clothing that might fit.

"I know he is intended to be a punishment for Megan," Penny had said when Pete hesitated at her desire to clean up the old man, "but I won't have someone that filthy in my house and now that he is here, I won't throw him out on the street. I'm going to clean him up and that's that. You can just use your little mind tricks to make her think he's still nasty."

Megan, Chad and Carla were seated on the love seat, concerned looks on their faces. Pete had restored their free thought but his commands held them firmly in place.

"So, Mr. Johnson," Pete was saying, "you can do the same things I can do?"

"Please, call me Skip," replied Mr. Johnson - err - Skip, seated in the recliner by the fireplace. "You are fairly unique. That's why I'm here. In fact we have been looking for you for the past sixteen years."

Pete was totally shocked. "Looking for me? Whatever for?"

"Because it's my job. Myself, and some others like me, are here to guide and protect those like you. We knew when you were conceived but lost track of your biological mother before you were born so we had no idea where you were or who adopted you."

"I was adopted?" Pete asked, feeling relief at realizing why he found his mother and sisters sexually attractive - and now that the minor feelings of guilt were completely gone, his third leg jumped just a bit. Raging adolescent hormones aside, there was also a some of confusion enhanced by a dash of betrayal coursing through Pete's libidinous mind. "Mom?"

Penny who had returned from getting Bernie started on a hot shower after laying out some men's clothing that she just happened to have in her closet, paused and deflated slightly.

"Its true sweetheart. I've thought about telling you, but the time never seemed right. And ... honestly, I thought that sooner or later either you or Mindy would ask me about it. You two are only ten months apart, I mean ... really ... how likely is that?"

"I just thought you were major slut," noted Megan.

"Yeah, you always said that we all had different fathers." Observed Mindy. "So it really wasn't that much of a stretch to assume you had hopped into the sack with some guy right after Pete was born."

"Oh," said Penny, thoughtfully, "I guess I can see you point. Perhaps I should have..."

"If I may interrupt?" Interjected Skip. "We seem to be careening dangerously off course. To answer your question, Pete - everyone like you gets adopted, it's just that usually we know and even control who the adoptive parents are. In your case, since we didn't know where your mother went, we didn't know where you ended up."

"But why did you care about what happened to me anyway?"

"Because you are a breeder."

"A what?"

"A breeder. You were born with certain inherent gifts locked deeply within your genetic code. When a breeder reaches the age of sixteen a pod of Alienthemum Mentalatum seeds are sent to earth and invariably land near him. They then grow into the plant that will release the breeder's true potential. We had to wait until your pod landed, and even then we only had a general area. I've been searching minds one at a time for months. I thought I'd never..."

"Wait a minute!" Interrupted Pete. "When you say, 'sent to earth' what do you mean?"

"Sent from the home planet of course."

"What home planet? Whose home planet?"

"Your home planet. Well, part of you, anyway."

"What part?" asked Pete looking carefully at his hands and arms.

"It's not something you can see." Chuckled the more-than-just-a-janitor. "It's inside you."

"You mean like a tape worm or something?"

"No! I mean you were conceived in a test tube - the result of gene splicing that took DNA from our masters, The Maunakeans, and mixed it with human DNA in such a way that you can impregnate human women with babies that have all the physical attributes of a human but all the mental advantages, along with certain physical advantages of a Maunakean."

"Who or what are The Maunakeans?"

"I told you."

"When?"

"Just now."

"Okay ... what - exactly - did you say about them?"

"I said they are our masters."

"Why?"

"Because if I hadn't told you, you wouldn't know."

"No, I wasn't asking 'why did you say it' - I understand that, well ... at least as much as I understand any of this. I want to know why they are our masters."

"Because they are Maunakean."

"Right, but who ... are..."

Having brought the conversation full circle, Pete hesitated, reluctant to begin another cycle that would doubtless be just as unsatisfying as the last one. But much like a failed experiment, he would try to approach the problem from another direction. He pondered what to do as he absently stroked Mia's back while she caressed his inner thigh. The problem, he finally realized, was an extreme lack of information. He would start with information on Skip.

"I take it you are not a breeder like me."

"No, I'm a guide."

"And you guide breeders?" Pete was beginning to feel like a lawyer cross-examining a hostile witness. But Skip had promised to answer any questions - and so far he had upheld his end of the bargain.

"Yes." Answered Skip.

"Are there any other types like us, I mean besides breeders and guides?"

"No."

Pete sighed. This was going to take forever. That was when he noticed the twinkle in Skip's eye.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Pretty much - it's always fun to see how long it takes for you guys to figure it out. You caught on pretty fast."

"Are there really aliens?"

Yes, everything I've said so far is true. How about I just fill you in on the rest of it the easy way, huh?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

"We serve an alien race that first came to this planet in the 1930's. They are an old race and have explored the vast reaches of space for eons. Interstellar commerce, supported by colonization of a diverse range of planets has ensured their success and power over all the other races."

"So why do they need breeders?"

"I'm getting to it, I just felt you needed some background. I was born in 1936, part of the first successful batch of guides they produced..."

"1936? There's no way you're that old."

"I stopped aging at thirty, part of my gift from The Maunakeans. If you are going to interrupt me every other sentence, we could go back to you asking questions and me answering them."

"No, no, I'll shut up."

"Very well, anyway, Guides and Breeders have been genetically manipulated with different mixtures of alien and human DNA. This gives us powers that normal humans don't have. Guides and Breeders both have enhanced mental abilities that allow us to control the people around us. Guides are given increased physical strength and an expanded lifespan in order to help us protect and guide you breeders."

"What about Breeders like me?"

"You have been given different gifts. You're lifespan and physical strength are unaffected but your potency has been enhanced. You have been given mental powers that enable you to control and have sex with any woman you desire and whenever you do so, that woman will conceive."

"What!?" Exclaimed Megan, with a look of horror. "Are saying I'm pregnant?" Penny, Mindy and Wendy all stopped and waited for the answer. Carla, having done very well in sex education, wasn't worried at this point since Pete had only cum in her ass - but her interest was peaked nonetheless as she knew Pete had her hot little cowboy cave in his sights.

"If Pete has deposited his seed inside you, then yes, you are. But don't worry, as soon as the offspring is born it will be taken and returned to the home planet."

"What if I want to keep it?" Asked Mindy with a concerned look.

"You won't. The potency of his sperm isn't the only difference; it has also been genetically altered to produce Maunakean offspring that are physically adapted to an earth-like environment. It will look like a human baby but its intelligence and physical strength would be far beyond anything you could handle. Besides, the whole purpose of the Breeder program is to help populate the Maunakean colonies on earth-like planets. So its best like this."

"But I love Pete with all my heart and if I'm gonna carry his baby, why can't I love it and take care of it?"

"Same with me," interjected Wendy, "I love Pete too and I want to keep his baby."

"I can't see carrying his child for nine months and then simply giving it up." Said Penny, distractedly caressing her stomach.

"While I consider it an honor to carry my master's baby," said Mia, adoringly, "I will do whatever he tells me to."

"I think you should all be quiet." Commanded Pete. "It may be that none of you are even pregnant. Skip, what if I fucked them before I got my mental powers?"

It was Skip's turn to look surprised. "How did you have sex with these girls before that? No offense, but look at you." He turned his attention to the women, "What were you thinking?"

"Hey! I'm not that bad, damn it."

"Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night. But I still want to know how you tapped poontang this hot without mind control."

"I ... used hypno-juice. That's what I call it anyway. It's a derivative of the root system that I..."

"I know full well what Hypno-juice is. We use it so our thralls can carry out basic mind control assignments. What I would like to know is how did you get it and how did you know how to use it?"

"I discovered the plant, what did you call it?"

"Alienthemum Mentalatum - ET Daisies, we like to call 'em."

"Yeah, well anyway I found it out in the woods and took a sample. I tried processing it in different ways and performed scientific experiments using the various outcomes."