Once a Server, Always a Server
By Elrohir, from an idea by Greatguy87
A sequel to The Server Farm


It's been almost 16 years since I was kidnapped by beautiful but terrifying
Amazons from another planet, one of whom seduced me, even persuading me to be
breastfed by her. Her milk had a strange effect on me almost immediately: It
made me semi-conscious, weak, and helpless as a baby, unable to move or speak
other than to moan and/or whimper pathetically. I along with others were kept
in this state for several days, in what amounted to oversized baby cribs in a
large warehouse space somewhere. During this time the Amazon who had taken me
then cared for me like a baby, breastfeeding me two or three times a day, her
strange milk keeping me helpless, but it also caused my genitalia to grow to
enormous size and produce incredible amounts of semen. When I had developed
sufficiently for their purposes, the Amazon who'd been feeding me then
forcibly and violently mated with me. The Amazons needed seed from Earth to
propagate their race, because they had finally killed or exhausted all the
males on their own planet. After mating with me until I was completely drained
in every way, "my" Amazon fed me again until I was unconscious ... . I woke up
in the back garden of my townhouse apartment, having been haphazardly
redressed and left to sleep it off in a lawn chair.

I later discovered that, although my manhood had decreased in size after the
mating, it remained twice as large as it had been before I was kidnapped, and
I had been rather well-endowed to begin with, so that was one happy result of
the incident. I soon met a big, beautiful, buxom blonde and very fit Earth
woman, Katie, with whom I shared a wild night of passion for what was only
supposed to be a one-night stand, but which eventually led to our marriage. We
soon had our first child, a girl, born almost nine months to the day after our
first encounter, and then over time we had four more girls despite both of us
attempting permanent birth control. As our girls grew, they became bigger and
stronger than other children their age, and we gradually became aware that
other families were also having all girls, all of the same exceptional
stature. We thefathers looked at each other grimly, not speaking about what we
already knew: we had all been victims of the alien Amazons.

As our children grew into their teens, I noticed that all of the "Big Girls",
as their schoolmates called them, were befriending each other. My oldest
daughter Catherine, whom we called Cat, had become best friends with a
mixed-race black girl named Rita. Like all of them, Cat and Rita were star
athletes: Cat excelled at track and field, whereas Rita was a state
championship finalist in Judo. Rita was friendly to me, but we only saw each
other in passing, and I didn't know much about her. Her father was never
around and I had never met her mother, although I often wondered what Rita's
mother must look like, since Rita was so breathtakingly beautiful: she had
skin the color of mocha and delicate female facial features, but her body was
that of a warrior princess: tall, lithe, and strong, an elongated hourglass
figure with firm, erect breasts, a slim waist, slightly wide hips, and long,
long muscular legs. Her long, curly black hair cascaded in ringlets onto her
shoulders.

It was early in the morning, but my wife Katie had already left for work. In
my role as Mr. Mom, I had fixed everyone breakfast, and now all the younger
girls had caught their respective buses to school, except for Cat, who drove
herself to high school, usually giving Rita a ride. I was standing in my robe
at the kitchen counter, finally making a cup of coffee for myself, when Cat
and Rita came into the kitchen and greeted me, "Hi, Daddy" and "Hey, Mr. G"
respectively. "Dad, Rita needs to talk to you about something. I'll wait in
the car" Cat said seriously, and then walked out of the house without waiting
for a reply and without giving me her usual hug. I turned to face Rita.

"Well, uh, Rita, what do you need to speak with me about?" I was concerned
about Cat's sudden change in behavior and puzzled as to why Rita needed to
speak with me, since I barely knew her, although I had seen her many times and
could not help but surreptitiously check out her bodacious figure whenever she
walked by. Rita walked up to me and stood uncomfortably close, looking
directly into my eyes.

"You have something I need, Mr. G," she said in a no nonsense tone,
"Supercum."

"Wh-What???" I stammered. "What do you know about that?"

"I know EVERYTHING about it, believe me." She towered over me, looking down
into my eyes even more intensely. "You may know of my mother, Faydra Rukan."

"Oh, no ... " I whispered under my breath. I had never actually met Faydra,
but I gasped at hearing her name, finally understanding why Rita's father
wasn't around. Faydra was an alien Amazon, and her father another kidnap
victim like me: He had died in captivity during Rita's conception, and I had
been in another crib nearby, hearing the awful sounds of it happening. The
Amazons had whispered to each other about how Faydra killed another one while
in the throes of passion, but lucky for her it was not before her victim had
impregnated her with Enhanced Fertility Medium as it was formally named, or
"Supercum" in the common vernacular of the Amazons. Apparently we fathers
continued to produce the stuff even after our release back into Earth's
general population, which is why we all had exceptional Amazon female children
with our normal Earth women.

"I thought she had returned to her own planet!" I said, mystified and more
than a little fearful to know that an Amazon known as a mankiller among other
Amazons was still here on Earth and living nearby.

"Mom was embarrassed and ostracized after what happened, so she requested to
be allowed to live here in exile, which was granted. Now we want to return,
but there is resistance from the High Council. Mom believes if she brings back
an Amazon child AND grandchild as a peace offering of sorts, they will HAVE to
accept us. So you see, I have to have this from you ... ." She roughly cupped
my balls. I jumped, startled at her touch. I tried to control myself, but I'm
sure my eyes widened with fear and, dare I say it, arousal. I tried to show at
least a little bravado:

"Now wait a minute, Rita, PLEASE!" I said, trying not to sound too plaintive,
"I'm happily married, and besides that I don't think I could go through that
ordeal all over again ... ." She sighed impatiently.

"Sorry, Mr. G, it's not for you to decide." With lightning speed Rita grasped
the lapels of my robe and pulled them across each other tightly in a classic
Judo collar choke. Shocked, I gasped and froze. She took advantage of my
confusion and stepped forward past my right hip, and then swept out both my
legs with her right leg, dropping me to the floor on my back. She pounced on
me, spreading my legs open with hers in a grapevine hold while she grabbed and
held both my hands crossed at the wrist above my head with her left hand. With
her right hand she pulled down her tank top to reveal both of her firm
half-globe breasts with their erect dark nipples, and she squeezed my nose
shut with her fingers until I opened my mouth to gasp for breath. When at last
I did, she shoved a nipple in mouth and bellowed "SUCK IT! NOW!"

It was like I'd been programmed: I reflexively began suckling at her teat like
a little baby, breast milk flowing down my throat at an amazing rate, making
me swallow over and over. The milk soon took effect, making me drowsy and
virtually paralyzed. She scooped me up in her arms and my robe fell open. "Get
hard, little man" she commanded, blowing a hot breath over my exposed cock and
balls. Again, like one of Pavlov's dogs I responded, my member growing erect
in seconds. Rita smiled with satisfaction and lifted me up so that she could
suck my shaft into her mouth, which she did mightily, making me as hard as I'd
ever been. She kept up the suction for a few moments while she carried me into
the master bedroom I shared with my wife and dumped me onto the bed. She
quickly slipped off her tank top and shorts and leaped up to straddle me.
Without any preliminary motion she enveloped my engorged cucumber with her
sex, sighing "Oooh, YES" as she adjusted to its girth. Unceremoniously she
began riding me at a furious pace, her body's entire action and purpose being
to pump the well until it was dry.

She pounded her hips down onto mine, driving me deep into the bed each time as
she forced my thick pole upward into her as far as it could go. She continued
this relentlessly until I could feel a growing tension in her body, and she
was soon fairly quaking with intensity. Satisfied that she was impaled on me
as far as she could possibly be, she growled a long "UUUUUGH!" and began
thrusting her hips forward and back, grunting with each stroke, faster and
harder until I felt as if my member was about to be ripped off. I was
overwhelmed by more intense sensation than I could take, and after only a
minute or two I cried out and moaned as I exploded within her. I could feel
myself spew and spew until there was nothing left of me, and as my atomic
climax faded I collapsed, limp and lifeless beneath her. "AAAAAAAGH!" she
roared as she shook with her own contractions for several seconds. When she
was done, she settled onto me, looked down into my eyes and exclaimed "HA!"
and went into a double-bicep pose, my once-powerful pillar softening inside
her until it collapsed and fell out, lying flaccid on my belly.

She lifted up, climbed down from the bed, and walked into the on-suite bath.
Other than sweat and a tiny bit of natural lubrication moistening my pubic
hair, there was no wet mess or any other evidence of what Rita had just done
to me: Her super body had contained my entire volcanic eruption down to the
last drop. She returned with a warm wet washcloth and cleaned me of what
little residue remained. Exhausted and semi-conscious from the milk and the
rape, I wanted only to sleep, but she held my gaze with her fiery blue eyes.
She smiled down at me with satisfaction, thenkissed me lightly on the forehead
and said, "Don't try to fight it, Mr. G! Go ahead and sleep, now. The
paralysis will wear off in a few hours." I faded into a deep sleep as Rita
left the room, taking the washcloth with her, my last conscious vision being
of her gorgeous backside flexing as she walked.

I awoke a couple of hours later to Katie gently shaking my shoulder. She had
come home for lunch. "Well look at Mr. Mom, napping in the middle of the day!"
she laughed, then suddenly said "Whoa! Will you look at THAT?!" I followed her
eyes and saw that I had some serious mid-day nap wood. I looked back at Katie
only to find that she was slipping her sundress off over her head. She slipped
off her panties and stood before me, her high heels making her legs and butt
incredibly gorgeous. I couldn't believe she looked this good at 45, and my
hardwood showed no sign of going away any time soon. Katie winked at me,
kicked off her shoes and reached into the nightstand for one of the special
extra-large, extra-strong condoms with the oversized reservoir tip that we
special-ordered from a company in California that catered to porn stars. She
tore open the wrapper and unrolled it down over my love tower like she had
many times before, only this time it was with some difficulty. "Damn, baby,
somebody's happy to see me! I don't think I've ever seen you this big and
excited."

She climbed up and slowly settled onto me, surprised at having to adjust to my
girth. "Wow" she breathed, and leaned forward and began kissing me. I was by
this time able to move again, and use my hands. Our familiar love dance began
and continued as it always did. By the time we finished we were both screaming
in passion and ecstasy. I came and came and came again, more than I could
remember in a long time, feeling resistance to the stream flowing from the tip
of my cockhead as the condom's reservoir filled. Incredibly, I came again in
one last emptying burst, and suddenly I felt the reservoir go POP and
collapse. Katie felt it, too, and gasped at the sudden sensation, gloppy
wetness flowing back out of her, down the outside of the condom and into my
pubic hair, saturating it. We both froze in shock and alarm, then burst out
laughing as we realized what we'd accomplished with our wild Monkey Love. The
worrying would begin later.

It dawned on me what had happened. That infernal Amazonian breast milk from
Rita, a direct female descendant of one of the aliens, had begun to work on me
yet again. The difficulty in putting on the condom had been due to an increase
in the size of my equipment, and the reservoir tip had burst because it had
been overwhelmed by an exponential increase in semen production. Sure enough,
Katie missed her next period, and a pregnancy test soon confirmed it. Another
terrifyingly beautiful Big Girl was on its way to us for sure.