The Server Farm Part 3: A Server in Demand
By Elrohir, from an idea by Greatguy87
Sometimes too much of a good thing is ... too much.

When we confirmed Katie was pregnant with our 5th child, which I was certain
would be another girl, we were a little scared about raising another child at
our age, but nevertheless looking forward to it. One benefit we almost
instantly realized was that while Katie was pregnant, we wouldn't need to use
the usual heavy-duty condom during sex. It was so freeing! The new sensation
of my massive member directly meeting the warm, wet insides of my wife was
FANTASTIC for both of us. We made love every night for a while, as quietly as
possible so as not to disturb the children. Lately, however, Katie had delayed
going to work at her real estate office until later in the morning so she
could stay at home until after the kids left for school. With the house empty,
we could really go at it full tilt, as loudly as we wanted. Then, too, Katie
also enjoyed the benefit of being home to help see the young 'uns off to
school.

After about two weeks of this, there was one night when she and I had fucked
each other's brains out for what seemed like an incredible amount of time; it
was like our first night together all over again. Katy did most of the work,
preferring to be on top in order to maximize her own pleasure, so after a
night of riding me she was almost completely exhausted after we climaxed the
last time, and she went right to sleep. In the morning, being Mr. Mom, I had
to get up to get the little ones off to school, but Katie begged me to let her
sleep in, and of course I was happy to do so. After I'd made breakfast and
gotten the younger girls off to their buses, I was eating with Cat, our
oldest, before she drove to high school. She looked across the table at me and
her eyes narrowed. "You're wasting it, you know" she said in a serious tone.

"What?" I said, confused.

"You're wasting valuable seed, having sex with Mom while she's pregnant."

"Honey," I tried to say as gently as possible, "Your Mother and I have
produced five smart, strong, beautiful girls from that 'valuable seed', so we
don't consider it wasted."

"I know, Dad, but our people desperately need that seed to replenish our
numbers, and it isn't right that you're not using every bit of it to
accomplish that goal."

"Our people?" I said, again a little confused.

"You know who I mean: The people from Rita's mother's home planet, and us,
their descendants." I was taken aback; this conversation was becoming surreal.
I couldn't believe I was discussing such things with the young woman who was
my daughter. I tried to choose my words carefully.

"Cat, apparently you know much more than I thought about Rita's ancestors, and
how you girls came to be the way you are. Since you know that, you should
understand when I say that Rita's mother and the others from her home planet
have become very adept at, uh, extracting the seed they need from men here on
Earth, and there is certainly more where that came from, enough to go around
for everyone who needs it." I thought of how Katie and I had to change the
sheets on our bed almost every day because of the copious amounts of messy
issue that soaked them during our lovemaking sessions. "Maybe I could make
some money selling off some of the excess!" I joked, but then cringed at the
creepiness of it. Cat, however, seemed unfazed.

"Maybe you could donate some" she said, as if a thought had just occurred to
her.

"Uh, no thanks." I said as firmly as I could, gathering up my dishes and
putting them in the sink. I walked off to the bathroom to take a shower and
avoid any further uncomfortable exchanges with my daughter about what I should
do with my semen. I stayed in there until after Cat left for school, and when
I was done I slipped my fresh-scented body into bed next to my gorgeously
disheveled wife. She stirred, opened her sleepy eyes and smiled dreamily,
drawing me to her and allowing me to kiss her deeply. The kiss continued until
she was fully awake, and aroused. She pulled me over on top of her, indicating
it was my turn to do the work. I fucked her as long and hard as I could, not
climaxing until I was almost completely tired out, my spasms finally sending
her over the edge, too. As she came, she wrapped her arms and legs around me,
quaking as the tension left her body. Our ejaculates had mixed and filled her
up, the overflow gushing out of her, drenching both us and the sheets. We
collapsed into each other's arms and happily drifted off back to sleep.

Sometime later, Katie awoke with a start and looked at the clock. "SHIT!" she
exclaimed, "I have to be at a showing in an hour!" She jumped out of bed,
showered and dressed, all in record time. She bent down to kiss me goodbye and
then ran out the front door to her car and sped off. Five minutes later the
doorbell rang. I sat up in bed and realized that Katie had left her purse on
the dressing chair in our bedroom. She kept her house keys in her purse so
they would not be mixed with the keys she carried to the houses she had for
sale, but she kept her car keys in her pants pocket since our Toyota could be
started with the power button as long as you had the key on you, so this was
not the first time this situation had happened. I jumped out of bed and, still
naked, grabbed her purse and ran to the door with it.

I opened the door enough to hold the purse out to Katie, but instead I was
shocked to see not Katie but a different woman, a shockingly beautiful, but
terrifying woman. She was a six-foot tall black goddess, her skin a deep
chocolate brown, with a broad face and a wide nose which were perfectly
proportioned, as was the case with her bodacious body: wide shoulders,
oversized breasts, a narrower but still thick waist, broad hips, and long,
thick, shapely legs. She was a gorgeous dancer, track and field star, and NFL
linebacker all rolled into one. I immediately knew who she was: Faydra Rukan,
the alien Amazon who was the mother of Cat's friend Rita. She stared at me
with a lustful hunger in her eyes.

I slammed the door and locked the knob, but before I could lock the deadbolt,
the knob rotated violently, the locking pins snapping as Faydra's crushing
grip torqued the knob beyond its limits. I ran for the back door as the front
door flew open, but I careened headlong into a wall of muscular female flesh,
bouncing off it and landing on my back. I looked up to see Cat and Rita
standing over me. "Stay down" said Rita ominously.

"Thanks, girls!" said a slightly husky female voice. Two strong hands grabbed
me under the armpits, and Faydra lifted me to my feet and turned me to face
her. "Hello, Chad" she smiled, "I haven't seen you since before Rita was born.
Good to see you're still as cute as ever!" I started to ask what she wanted,
but it was painfully obvious. I could express outrage, indignation, or any of
ten other emotions I was feeling at that moment, but there was no point in it.
I just stared at her, frozen in fear. This was the alien Amazon who had killed
at least two other men in the past while extracting their "valuable seed." She
took an appraising look up and down my naked body.

"You're right, Rita, he's still quite sturdy. Do your think his equipment is
up to the task?"

"I do, Mama!" Rita grinned. "His equipment was 'quite sturdy' as you put it,
when I had him the other day." Rita had slipped into our house one day last
week and raped me, in hopes of being impregnated before she and her mother
returned to her mother's home planet, which had no men of its own.

I hate to admit it, but I was frozen with fear. Faydra towered over me and,
beautiful though she was, her massive body filled my entire field of vision. I
fairly trembled when she put her hands on my waist and lifted me up, and up. I
was helpless there in mid-air, my arms flailing as I tried to keep balanced,
even though I couldn't have fallen anyway, she held me so tightly. She lifted
me up until her face was even with my flaccid member, then brought me in
closer and sucked it into her mouth like a kid eating a strand of spaghetti.
Like everything else about her, her suction was incredibly powerful, greater
than any penis pump on the market: Within seconds my member was filling with
blood, expanding with no regard to what its owner might want.

And what I wanted began to change as I my cock grew involuntarily, the
sensations beginning to overwhelm me. Her massive arms flexed again and again
as she pumped my body in and out in a slow rhythm, showing no signs of tiring,
torturing me with pleasure I had not asked for. Suddenly she dropped me into
her arms, causing me to cry out in surprise, but she cradled me like a baby,
raising me up to take my throbbing rod into her mouth and again apply massive
suction. She curled my body like a barbell, pumping me in and out to keep me
hard while she carried me back to the master bedroom.

Upon reaching the bed, Faydra unceremoniously dumped me onto it, slipped off
her tank top and shorts and swung up after me, mounting me in one swift motion
that made me gasp. "Hang on" she warned, as she grabbed the headboard and
immediately began slamming her hips forward and back with machine gun
rapidity. She was thrusting so hard that she moved me up the bed until I was
forced to reach up and push against the headboard to keep from bumping my
head. Seeing my dilemma, Faydra grabbed my shoulders to hold me still while
she continued her violent hip thrusts. She held me so tightly I felt as if my
collarbones were about to break, but that was nothing compared to the pounding
my cock was taking, slamming back and forth inside her. She seemed to have
unlimited stamina, going at it for what seemed like an hour. The root of my
shaft was starting to ache with the strain, and I shivered as I pictured it
coming off inside her, as had once actually happened with one of her other
Servers.

I looked into her fiery eyes just as they began to glaze over. Her thrusting
became furious and she started to hum, which apparently was a warm-up to the
loud, bellowing cry that followed. Faydra suddenly stopped thrusting and
froze, her entire body vibrating as a dreamy smile came over her face. "Oooooh
yeah!" she breathed. She shook like that for almost thirty seconds, after
which she looked down at me, still smiling. "That was gooood, baby, but now
it's time to get what Mama came for ... ." She stared hotly into my eyes as
she rose up almost to the top of my shaft and then lowered herself slowly back
down, intentionally building the suspense in me. She did this for what seemed
like forever, almost imperceptibly increasing her pace each time, until
finally I realized I was being conditioned: I did not realize until after
several minutes that she was now riding me quite fast and hard, which was when
she smiled again as she continued riding me and cried "Show time, baby!" She
bore down hard on me while still thrusting; I could see the massive bricks of
her abs contracting and felt her interior grip tighten around me until she was
actually lifting me off the bed a little on the upstroke, the wet friction on
the down stroke sending lightning pleasure through my body. I thought the bed
would break every time her hips slammed down on mine, driving me up into her
farther than I thought possible. It was finally more than I could take: She
finished me off in no time. I exploded inside her, blasting cum forth more
times than I could count, wave after wave of contractions rolling from my cock
up through my body and into my brain. I moaned so loudly the windows seemed to
shake, my body collapsing as the atomic orgasm finally died away.

"Whew! Finally, a survivor, and a worthy one ... " said Faydra as she lifted
off me. She slid off the bed, put on her tank top and shorts and without
another word walked out of the house. There was almost no residue on my body;
Faydra had contained every bit of my issue. Rita, however, remained behind and
brought a wet wash cloth from the bathroom and rather roughly wiped me down.
When finished, she pulled the bed sheet up over me, and she, too, left. My
daughter Cat then looked in on me and said "Thank you, Daddy!" She winked. "If
Mom asks about your bruises, just tell her you were wrestling with Rita and
me." She turned and walked out of the house, and a few seconds later I heard
her car start up and drive away. Sore and exhausted, I immediately fell
asleep.

I awoke in the afternoon just before the kids got home from school, but I was
seriously sore from the abuse I'd taken, and was moving rather slowly about
the house as I cleaned up and made dinner. I could tell from the way Katie was
looking at me that she knew something was wrong. That night, after I'd fed,
bathed, and put the girls to bed, I came into the bedroom where she was
sitting up reading, and I removed my clothes for bed. Katie liked me to sleep
in the nude so she could have access to my body and my equipment whenever she
wanted, so it would have been suspicious for me to be wearing a t-shirt or
underwear to cover up. I tried to slip under the covers before she could see
anything, but to no avail.

"What the HELL happened to you?!" she exclaimed. "You're all bruised up!" My
arms and face were slightly bruised from when Cat and Rita knocked me down,
and my hips, shoulders and abdomen were seriously bruised from Faydra raping
the hell out of me. Fortunately, my love wand was not visibly bruised, but it
was seriously sore from where the giant Amazon had worked it over. The only
story I could come up with was the one Cat had suggested:

"Our daughter and her best friend decided it would be fun to wrestle with dear
old Dad" I grinned, sheepishly, "and I guess they got a little carried away."
Katy was not pleased: I had to hear a fifteen-minute diatribe about how such
physical contact was not proper between a father and daughter nor a man my age
and girls their age, and besides, she said, as big as they were, I could have
been seriously hurt. I wanted to tell her I was fully aware of all that. I
wanted to tell her everything, but, just like women rape victims, I was afraid
she wouldn't believe me, or would think that it was all my fault, so I said
nothing. Seeing I was injured, Katie let me off the hook for any lovemaking
for the next few days and nights.

That next Sunday night, however, we made love again like always, and the break
had made it all the more exciting. The next morning, Katie again hung back
after we saw the girls off to school. Cat very noticeably frowned at both of
us before she left. "What was that about?" Katie said quizzically.

"I think maybe she's onto us!" I winked. "You know how teens are grossed out
by the thought of their parents having sex." I really had no idea why I was
making excuses for Cat's behavior. It would have been nice to have Katie in my
camp about now, but again I wasn't sure how she would react if I told her what
had happened, especially since the whole story was unbelievable to anyone who
didn't know our history.

Katie dragged me into the bedroom and jumped my bones. She rode me like a
rodeo queen for about twenty minutes, until she had an unusually loud
screaming orgasm, after her contractions subsided, she laughed and yelled
"YEEHA! BACK IN THE SADDLE, AGAIN!" She lifted off me, climbed off the bed and
headed for the shower, stopping just short of the doorway. "Oh!" She turned
back toward me and pouted. "Sorry, baby, I have to get to work by 9:00, today.
Can you finish without me?"

"No problem" I smiled. "You do your job, I'll do mine." Actually, I was fairly
exhausted and I didn't want to mess up the sheets just for my own pleasure,
and DAMMIT, Cat's "Don't waste valuable seed" speech was bothering me on
several levels. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I awoke to being rolled onto my back. I groaned "Oh, so NOW you're ready for
round two!" sleepily. I felt her climb onto the bed and lay on top of me. A
boob pressed itself to my face, and reflexively I opened my mouth and admitted
the nipple. Some conditioned primordial switch was thrown in my brain and I
began not caressing the nipple sexually with my tongue, but suckling like a
baby. Milk began trickling down my throat, and I soon found it taking effect,
making me unable to speak, and paralyzing my extremities. I opened my eyes to
see Mei Ling Adams, one of Cat's classmates and another of the Big Girls, with
her boob in my mouth. I gagged.

"Don't fight it, Daddy" said Cat from over by the doorway. "You'll only make
yourself tired." It was the Server Farm scenario all over again. I had
swallowed enough milk that I was almost completely paralyzed, and my will was
not my own: Mei Ling fondled my equipment in a certain way, and it immediately
and reflexively responded, expanding so much I felt as if I might burst. She
quickly straddled and mounted me, but actually cried out a little as she
struggled to accommodate my size. "The first one always hurts a little bit ...
" Cat said sympathetically. "Maybe we should have started you off with a
smaller one!" They both laughed. I didn't think it was funny, but I was, of
course, unable to protest.

"Too late, now" grinned Mei Ling. "I won't be able to go back to anything
smaller after this!" Again they laughed. I was appalled, even as my
consciousness was overwhelmed by the incredibly powerful sensory input Mei
Ling was forcing on me. My own daughter was standing idly by ... . No, she was
actively assisting, as again one of her friends raped me.

Even though Mei Ling was a virgin, what she lacked in experience she more than
made up for in physical endowment and athleticism. She seemed to be so tight
that it would be almost impossible for my member to move freely inside her.
She nevertheless rode me fast and hard even though I could see by her
expression that she was hurting. Her incredible grip on me combined with her
vigorous thrusting forced me to come in almost no time. I came and came again,
and either because of her inexperience or her physical makeup, she was unable
to contain my copious issue like the other Amazons and Amazonettes had; it
soon filled her up, and the excess gushed out of her onto me, drenching both
me and the bed sheets. Mei Ling sighed with relief at my release: I think she
was just glad it was over. She rose from me, climbed down off the bed, hugged
Cat briefly, and then left.

The milk's effects finally overtook me, and I fell asleep. I was awakened by
Cat shaking my shoulder. "You'd better clean up before Mom gets home. I can't
help you if she discovers the mess you made."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!" I cried.

"I love you, Daddy" she said quietly, "but there is important work that must
be accomplished, and right now you are an essential part of that work."

"BUT WHY ME?!" I said, almost in tears.

"Apparently, there is something about you that is different from all the other
fathers. You survived a full power milking by Faydra, for one thing, and that
was no small feat. The tests also show that Rita has already conceived, a new
speed record." She pointed at my crotch. "It looks like you've got some strong
little swimmers in there!"

"Oh, no ... " I muttered. It was beginning to dawn on me what their plan was,
including what they probably planned to do with me. I had to try to think what
to do, but my thought process was interrupted by Cat's warning:

"Daddy ... " she tapped her wristwatch. "You should get in the shower. I'll
strip the sheets from the bed and put them in the washer, but you'll have to
finish them because I have to get back to school."

"What if I don't go along with this?" I demanded. "What if I tell your Mom
everything?"

She chuckled. "Do you really expect her to believe that the reason you've been
fucking other women is because they are the descendants of aliens who are
forcing you to have sex with them in order to impregnate them with human
sperm? How RIDICULOUS does that sound?"

I had no reply. She was right: Katie had never known anything about what had
happened to me long ago. It would be difficult for her to comprehend what had
been going on in secret for over 18 years. It was just too far-fetched to be
believed, unless I could find some sort of convincing evidence, and at this
point I had no idea what that might be. So, I continued to be an unwilling
participant in their plan. It became a kind of routine: I never knew where or
when during the day it would happen, but once a week I would be attacked and
subdued, then another one of Cat's classmates would be brought in to
breastfeed and then rape me, extracting as much of my seed as possible.

It was fortunate that Katie's pregnancy had progressed to the point that sex
was not desirable for her. The baby had, in fact, grown at an abnormal rate,
so much so that the doctors were concerned that a caesarian birth surgery
might be necessary, especially given Katie's 45 year-old body, healthy though
it was. Her baby bump grew so large that most of the people around us swore
she must be having twins, medical science be damned. It was fortunate for Cat,
and me in a backhanded way, that I wasn't forced to keep up my previous sex
life with Katie AND be forcibly robbed of my semen by the Amazonettes: That
might have led to their being discovered, and the sheer stress of it might
have killed me.

We had just finished having dinner at home a couple of months later, and Katie
stood up to place her dishes in the kitchen sink for me to wash, when her
water broke. "What the HELL?" she exclaimed. "This can't be! I'm only SEVEN
MONTHS pregnant!" I was about to escort her to the car for the trip to the
hospital when suddenly Katie collapsed to the floor with an excruciatingly
painful contraction. "OOH! OH! I don't think I can move!" She had tears in her
eyes.

"I'll call 9-1-1!" yelled Cat as she grabbed the house phone. I held Katie's
hand and kissed her cheek as I heard Cat urgently saying "Yes, we need an
ambulance at ... " and then she burst into tears and cried "PLEASE HURRY!" and
hung up the phone. Another contraction wracked Katie's body, and her scream of
pain broke my heart. The ambulance arrived sooner than I expected, though, and
after the Med Techs loaded her on a stretcher and placed her in it, they
allowed me to climb in and ride with her to the hospital. They put a small
oxygen tube under her nose, and suggested I have one, too.

"No, thanks. I'm fine" I said distractedly.

"I'm sorry, we really must insist" said one of the Techs, as she pushed a full
oxygen mask over my nose and mouth. Before I could fight her off, I felt
myself going unconscious. It was only at that moment that I actually took note
of the fact that all three members of the ambulance crew were women: big,
extremely fit-looking women ... .

I awoke in a small, featureless room that was only dimly lit by some sort of
indirect lighting. The walls were a sort of neutral beige color and there were
no windows. I found that I was imprisoned, wrapped up tightly in a type of
hammock, the ends of which were tethered to opposite walls. My stomach
fluttered, and with a shock I discovered that I was weightless. A tall and
muscular but elegantly beautiful woman in a black leotard floated motionlessly
next to me: She gracefully pirouetted in midair to look at me when she heard
me stirring. "Hello, baby." she said, gently. "Long time no see." It was
Juliana, the alien Amazon who had seduced and kidnapped me so many years
earlier. "Whazzuuuup?!"

"Your continued use of archaic idiom never ceases to amuse me" I said,
groggily. She softly smiled in response. I craned my neck to look around the
small cabin and said "Where is my wife?" Her face fell.

"I'm sorry, Chad" she said, a tear appearing in the corner of her eye. "We did
everything we could to save her, but even our advanced medicine and surgical
techniques were unsuccessful. We transferred her from our OB/GYN clinic to the
hospital there in town, where she passed away. Cat is handling the funeral
arrangements. The baby suffered from hypoxia before the Caesarian could be
completed, so we are taking both of you back with us so you can be together
while he gets the best treatment possible. It was a very serious situation,
but this point we believe he's suffered no brain damage, but we need some very
sophisticated tests to be sure."

"I see" I said, sadly. "I guess I can understand ... wait a minute, WHAT?
"HE?" MY BABY IS A BOY???"

"Katie told Cat that you were so sure it would be a girl, she wanted to
surprise you."

I was dumbfounded. "I thought after my Server transformation or whatever it
was, that that couldn't happen!"

"We didn't think so, either. We don't know why it's a boy, and we don't know
why he grew so much, so suddenly. He was full term at seven months. His birth
may be related to the more permanent effects the genetically engineered breast
milk had on you. Your increase in genital size and, uh, durability, so to
speak, did not recede as much after the initial seeding cycle as the other
fathers' have done." She could see the shock in my expression. "I know this is
a lot for you to take in all at once, so I'll leave you alone for a little
while. I'll have to come back soon, though, and do some tests so we can get
started on researching your respective conditions as soon as possible. See you
in a little bit." She patted my arm, and then opened the cabin door and
floated out through it. After all I'd been through, this was just one more
crazy event to experience. Nothing should really shock me anymore, but it did.

Swaddled up there in the hammock was as secure a place I could be, for now.
The adrenaline rush I'd experienced at receiving such shocking news had now
passed, and as a result I was very sleepy. I dozed for what seemed like a long
time, until I was awakened by the door opening. Julie floated in, holding what
appeared to be a Texas catheter attached by a tube to a sealed graduated
cylinder.

"I'm sorry to do this so soon, but we need a semen sample for analysis. We
could use a needle, or express out some with a prostate massage, but I thought
perhaps you might manage to give us some the easy way.

"And what would that be?" I said facetiously, knowing full well what she
meant. She frowned and gave me an "I really am sorry" look, and then pulled
down the top of her leotard until one of her breasts was exposed. She floated
over and pushed its nipple into my mouth. I must have been thoroughly
conditioned, because I couldn't seem to resist: I immediately began suckling
like a newborn, and the strange milk took effect almost immediately, relaxing
me and paralyzing most of my voluntary muscles. She moved down my body and
opened the Velcro closure of the hammock near my hips and then touched the
base of my penis in a certain way, and instantly it began expanding and
hardening, against my will. A few expert light strokes of her hand and my mega
member was soon flying at full mast.

From a small pocket in her leotard she pulled out a pen-like device that
resembled a laser pointer, aimed it at my Johnson and a wide red beam
automatically played across it. A small panel on the wall lit up, and a
pleasant sounding female voice said "Length: 242 Earth millimeters,
Circumference: 170 millimeters ... exceptional circulation and valve efficacy.
Corpora Cavernosa capacities exceed known parameters."

Julie floated up and gently kissed my forehead, and then moved back down my
body and placed the catheter cup over the head of my prodigiously pulsating
pillar. She proceeded to give me the hand job of my life, using both hands
rapidly up and down my shaft. As my excitement increased, I couldn't help but
think of all the romantic lovemaking as well as all the down and dirty sex my
beautiful wife and I experienced together over the eighteen years of our
marriage, which would never happen again. It gave rise to a terrible longing
to have her back, and I began to fantasize that Julie's expert ministrations
were actually Katie riding me for one last time. I could see her on top,
looking down at me, her beautiful face contorted in passion as she moved in a
rhythm that sent us both into ecstasy. I moaned and moaned, and when I finally
came I cried out "OH, KATIE! OH, KATIE!" over and over as I exploded inside
her. I suddenly realized my cries were actual sounds: Julie must have only
given me enough milk to make me compliant, so I could actually still speak. As
I orgasmed, she pumped me vigorously with one hand while massaging my balls
with the other in order to get every drop I had. The graduated cylinder must
have had a near vacuum inside because I could feel cum being sucked out of me
as I spurted.

When I was done, I saw Julie wiping a tear from her cheek before she sealed
the cylinder and removed the catheter. She gave me another "I'm SO sorry!"
look before aiming the scanning device at the cylinder. "Loading ... " said
the pleasant female voice, then "Ejaculate volume: 60 milliliters; Sperm
count: 795 million per milliliter; Sperm motility: 99%, with very rapid
forward movement; Sperm development: 99.92 % normal."

Curiosity got the best of me: "Is all of that good?" I knew motility sounded
good, and I'd heard the word "normal" in there somewhere.

Julie smiled a tender, almost loving smile. "It means, good sir, that you are
a baby-making machine. I'm surprised you only had five children with Katie!
You just ejaculated twelve to twenty TIMES what normal Earth men do, which is
likely why your orgasms are so intense and you feel so drained afterward. You
produced roughly one and a half times as many sperm as the most fertile
"normal" man." She held up the cylinder. "I'd better make sure they don't
spill any of this in the lab, else we'll have babies sprouting out of the deck
plates!" I couldn't help but chuckle a little at her joke. Julie seemed to be
the kindest of the Amazons I'd ever met, even years before when she'd been
womanhandling me like a sack of potatoes in order to extract my seed.

"As you said, I'm completely drained. Is there a way to turn down the lighting
in here?"

"As a matter of fact, we duplicate Earth's Circadian rhythm at first, and
gradually convert it to our home planet's cycle as we progress toward it.
You're in luck: the Dim Time is about to begin.

A sudden realization struck me: "Julie, did you have a child by me, 'way back
then?" I said softly.

"I had twins! You'll get to meet them, if we arrive on time before the
Vanakta's sister ship leaves for Earth. Both girls are Scouts, like their
Mum!" She winked. "Sleep tight, sweetie!" She reclosed the opening in my
hammock and floated out of the room, waving goodbye just before the door
closed. It had been a harrowing day, or two days; I wasn't sure how much time
had passed. I was too exhausted to be worried about tomorrow, so I was asleep
in no time.

I don't know how long I'd slept when I became dimly aware of the cabin door
opening; it was quite dark inside, the only light being from simulated stars
softly shining from the ceiling. I felt a shadow float toward me, and suddenly
a breast and nipple were thrust into my mouth. The nipple was big and hard,
very erect as if it was seriously aroused. Again, my brainwashing turned me
into a small baby, reflexively suckling at the teat. This time, however, my
sucking elicited a low moan from the shadow, and after a few seconds the
shadow pulled back and switched to the other nipple, repeating its moaning
reaction to my sucking. After what seemed like forever, she again broke away
and moved down my body, using the hammock as a handhold. She pulled open the
same Velcro opening that Julie had used, and touched me in the same certain
way, causing my cock to spring forth to do its mistress' bidding regardless of
what its owner might want.

She straddled my hips and pulled me by my cock up between her legs, enveloping
my entire shaft with her love tunnel, then she grabbed my hips and worked me
in and out rapidly, an easy task for such a large, strong woman in zero
gravity. She slammed my hips into her legs over and over, forcing me into her
as deeply as possible, violently grunting "UGH! UGH! UGH!" each time she
thrusted, causing the tethers of the hammock to tug against their moorings.
After many, many thrusts, her tension was at a fever pitch, and suddenly she
just held me up against her while rapidly twitching her butt and hips in a
kind of booty shake that vibrated my cock so strongly that it forced me to
explode, my coming feeling as if it was part of the vibration. I could feel
cum seeming to blast out of me in what seemed like several different
directions at once as my member was jiggled around inside her. She suddenly
screamed "YEAH, BABY!" and froze, trembling as her juices mixed with mine and
drenched my midsection. She was obviously enjoying herself and making no
attempt to contain my eruption. I recognized the voice just as the cabin door
suddenly opened and the lights came up. Three large Amazons glided into the
room to see Faydra Rukan, naked and straddling my swaddled form, small
globules of spooge drifting slowly toward the filter vent in the ceiling.

"FAYDRA!" barked an imperious older woman whom I took to be the ship's
Captain, "YOU ARE CONFINED TO YOUR QUARTERS AT ONCE!" She continued in a lower
tone, "You are already pregnant and have no need for any more of this man's
seed. He is precious cargo, too valuable to be used by you as your own
personal sex toy. You could very well have damaged him beyond repair, which
would have endangered our mission and our race's very survival. You will
remain in your quarters until I decide on suitable disciplinary action."

"Yes, ma'am" she said. "Whatever happens, it was worth it!" She grinned
saucily at me and blew me a kiss as she left the cabin. One of the Captain's
assistants produced a small towel and perfunctorily wiped off my softening
seed launcher, pushed it back into the hammock and refastened the Velcro
closure. She used the towel to catch as many of the little globules as she
could, then herded the rest of them toward the vent. All three left.
Milk-drugged and again drained, I drifted back to sleep before they were even
gone from the room.

The next three days passed rather uneventfully, although each "day" was
progressively longer, since the Amazons' planet was significantly larger than
Earth and took longer to rotate around. I was given the run of the ship, which
was fascinating, except that I really didn't understand most of what I was
seeing. The interior design was very simple, with most walls bare and
undecorated, although there were panels that lit up with displays whenever
crew members touched certain spots on the walls; I could never tell how they
knew where those were. I did find the workout room very interesting:
apparently there were no ugly Amazons, since every one of the crew I saw was a
magnificent specimen of Woman, the perfect combination of femininity and
muscular power, although they were of all different sizes, Faydra being on the
large end of the spectrum. I saw her once during the voyage, at mealtime:
apparently she was not allowed any further contact with me, so she just
stared, with that same look of lustful hunger she'd had when we first met.

The next morning, I was awakened by a pleasant sounding female voice that said
"All hands and all passengers: deceleration to sub-light speed will occur in
ten minutes. Remain in your hammocks or Inertia Seats. That is all." At the
appointed time there was a heavy downward pull on my body, and the tethers at
either end of the hammock were stretched but remained intact. "Landing
protocol initiated" said the voice. "Please wait until all movement stops
before exiting your seat or hammock." My hammock was still being drawn
downward when there was soft bump, and a cheery sort of chime sounded.
"Landing complete" said the pleasant voice. I tried to get out of the hammock,
but I had a hard time unfastening the closures because my arms felt like lead.
When I finally did open it, I immediately fell to the floor. I found it almost
impossible to move! I felt as if I weighed 300 pounds, and in fact, that was
close to accurate, as the planet's gravity was about one and a half times as
strong as that of Earth. It dawned on me that this as much as genetic science
could be the reason the Amazons were all so strong.

The door opened and Julie walked in. She looked down on me and pouted "Poor
baby!" She had a kind of cloth sling in her hand, and she bent down and
wrapped me up in it, then hoisted me up and put me on her back in the sling.
She carried me past the crew: most of them smiled warmly and said polite
goodbyes. A few of them, however, just stared with their eyes wide open,
taking in all of me at once, like I'd seen men on Earth do when a woman walked
by. One of them even unconsciously licked her lips, like she was looking at a
big steak on a plate at dinnertime.

Julie carried me out through what looked like an airport jetway to a large
open room with high counters at one end, staffed by women in a kind of
uniform. She toted me up to the first counter, and the uniformed woman (again,
there weren't any ugly Amazons, apparently) said "What have you to declare?"

"I have adopted this Earth male, Chad Greene. He has been the subject of
extensive medical examination, and is free of any communicable disease" Julie
said formally. She handed an object that resembled a large coin to the
Inspector, who inserted it briefly in a slot in the counter and then handed it
back to her.

"Very well: Please take him to the Medical Examination Section, only for
nourishment and a clothing change before the two of you meet with the High
Council."

"The Council came here to the port?" Julie said quizzically.

"Your adoptee is quite a special one. They all want to meet him ... and
discuss his, um, new career."

Julie grimaced, but said only "Thank you" and carried me in the sling down a
long hallway to the Med Section. We were ushered into and exam room, where she
laid me on the table and removed the papoose. She placed an adult-sized diaper
on me and, sensing my embarrassment, she patted my arm and said "This is just
until you adjust to our gravity. It will take you a while to get back and
forth to the bathroom, so this will prevent any accidents." She went over to a
cabinet and opened the door: vapor escaped, and I could feel the cold air
coming from inside. Julie removed a plain white plastic-like bottle that had a
nipple on the top. She brought it over and handed it to me. It felt to me as
if it weighed ten pounds!

"You probably know you're not the only human to come to our planet, so we've
learned how to help you adjust. This is just the first round of a special type
of nourishment: It contains loads of protein and several forms of synthetic
steroids, among other things. Along with some special physical therapy, it
will help you adapt to our gravity more quickly. Enjoy!"

I managed to hold the bottle to my mouth for a little while, but my arms got
tired pretty quickly, so I had to rest it on my chest while continuing to suck
the liquid out through the nipple. A minute or two later, Julie brought over
my new clothing. She removed the bottle, and then dressed me, lifting my head
and shoulders and sliding the garment under me, then lifting my butt and legs
and pulling the garment down. It was a light blue one piece jumpsuit, the
fabric of which felt like soft paper. She pushed my hands and feet into the
arms and legs of the suit, then fastened the Velcro closure down the front,
after which she put the bottle back in my mouth. Julie left the room while I
continued to suck down the milky, mildly sweet liquid. The gravity was kicking
my ass: I fell asleep with the nipple of the bottle still in my mouth.

I don't think I slept very long: Julie took the bottle from me and then wiped
my mouth with a tissue-like napkin which she then shoved into my mouth. It
dissolved immediately, leaving a mild sweetness on my tongue. I was chagrinned
by the fact that this infernal gravity had made me helpless as a baby, as Jul
lifted me into a sitting position and combed my hair, then cradled me up in
her arms and carried me out of the room and down the hallway, eventually
entering a large conference room.

There was a long table at one end, on one side of which sat nine very formally
attired older women, though each was still beautiful and very fit-looking,
especially given their apparent advanced ages. Opposite their table and facing
it were an ordinary looking chair and a large sort of padded chair that was
semi-reclined. Julie lowered me into the padded chair, which had large
bolsters on either side, apparently to keep me from falling over should the
gravity overcome me. I couldn't get over how much it resembled a giant infant
car seat. The women looked at me curiously.

"May I speak to the Council?!" boomed a slightly husky voice.

"Approach" said the eldest of them. A formally dressed Faydra Rukan walked
into my view and to the table.

"I wish to adopt this Earth male, by right of need! I believe all of you are
familiar with my situation, and my special requirements. He is my only way to
satisfy them."

"We are familiar with you, Faydra" said the chairwoman, "but he was already
adopted over 18 years ago by Juliana."

"That should be void!" Faydra's tone changed up an octave, like a petulant
child. "He has been in an Earth marriage during all that time! How could he be
adopted?"

"As you know, Faydra, we respect the Earthlings' various cultures and customs,
but we consider them subordinate to our own. Had Juliana so desired, she could
have brought him here back then, and we would have considered the marriage to
be of no consequence. She did not do that, out of respect for the Earth man
and a desire for him to be happy. For that, she deserves our respect, and
therefore her adoption stands."

"Then I demand, er, request the right of Special Access to him!"

The women leaned toward each other and conferred in hushed tones. The
chairwoman looked up: "Juliana, do you object to this?"

"Emotionally, I do" Julie said, "but I know legally I have no right to oppose
it, because of Faydra's past history with him, and her 'needs.'

"Very well. So ordered."

Just like that, the impromptu Council hearing ended, and as soon as I was
strong enough, my new career on the planet of the Amazons began. My physical
therapy, along with the nutrition program, packed quite a bit of muscle on me
in a surprisingly short time. Afterward, if I had returned to Earth I could
have done some serious ass-kicking, although I will never surpass the weakest
Amazon there or here. When I finally overcame the gravity, I began to really
like it here. My week goes like this:

Three days a week, I am off with Julie and our son Adam, whom she has also
adopted. He is a very big boy for his age, and my hope is that eventually he
may be as big as a at least the smallest Amazon. He is already joking that he
is going to lead the Men's Rights Movement, someday. Several of the
Amazonettes I impregnated have also given birth to boys, as well as a few of
my clients here on this planet.

Four days a week, I service my clients. They have to make application for an
appointment time, and afterward, if they want another appointment, they have
to begin at the bottom of the list. I originally did four of them a day, but
when I hit age 50 they cut me back to three a day in order not to overstress
me.

One day a month is reserved for Faydra to have her way with me, which usually
requires me to have the next day to recover, although she recently paid me a
compliment by saying I'm not the creampuff I was when we first met. Her latest
favorite position is for me to support my torso on both hands, facing forward,
while she stands and straddles my hips, grabs them and pumps me in and out of
her with her hands. I could never have supported my own body (well, a good
part of it) for any length of time, before I began my new life here.

On that recovery day, however, I'm not resting completely: I'm required to
provide as much seed as I can to the sperm bank for those clients who wish to
have children but do not need actual male contact. Julie often helps me with
the "fluffing" needed to perform this task, and usually at least one day of
the three we have off together, she reminds me why she was such a great Scout
in her early career. Sometimes I need a day to recover from that, too! ;-)