The Server Farm
By Elrohir, from an idea by Greatguy87
It has nothing to do with computers.


The bar was just about empty this late on a Tuesday. Earlier my friends had
all come to commiserate with me here after my recent job loss, which had been
followed closely by the break-up with my fianc'. By this time in the evening,
however, they had all departed for home in order to be able to get up in the
morning and make it to their own places of employment. I was still in the bar
because I had nothing to do the next day and I didn't want to go home to my
empty apartment. Then, too, I wanted to watch the rest of the ball game
showing on the bar's big-screen TV: It was a game from the Women's College
Softball World Series.

I'm not a big sports person. The reason I was so interested in this game was
that I had become seriously enamored with the pitcher of one of the teams: She
was a head taller than most of the other girls, with long blonde hair in a
pony tail that flowed from the rear of her ball cap. I don't know if it was
the cut of her uniform or what, but she had the best ass I had ever seen""big,
round, hard balls of muscle topped by a small waist that curved up to slightly
broad shoulders, from which hung two long, lean arms that did not conceal her
bigger-than-average breasts.

Her movements were mesmerizing: She had retired something like six batters in
a row, all but one with a blistering fast ball that made a thunderous SMACK as
it struck the catcher's glove, untouched by the bat. The windup to each pitch
was a terrifying combination of furious power and a blur of speed, which did
not vary between fast balls and off-speed pitches. The last batter struck out
by her off-speed pitch had flinched anyway, she'd been so terrified, then had
swung wildly as the ball floated into the catcher's glove for the third
strike. The pitcher smiled with grim satisfaction afterwards, knowing she'd
completely dominated the other team. It was positively erotic to watch, and I
had to scoot closer to the bar just to conceal my, uh, excitement.

It was at that moment that a woman walked in who was so impressive that I
forgot my crush on the softball queen and turned to stare while my
"excitement" became even more so. She was tall, maybe 6' 3" and she had a
brick shithouse body that was barely contained in the frilly green
leotard-dress she was wearing. It accentuated the sculpted musculature of her
legs, which supported an ass that was twice as firm as the college girl's I'd
just been watching on TV. Her waist curved deeply inward, then tapered outward
up to slightly broad shoulders with firm, round deltoid muscles which
complemented the sculpted but feminine bare arms that were partially concealed
by a thick tumble of wavy blonde hair. I was seeing her eye-to-eye only
because my 5'6" body was perched on a barstool. She walked up to the bar and
stood next to me while she looked into the bartender's eyes. "Last call" he
said tenuously, as if he regretted saying it, his eyes remaining riveted to
hers.

"No problem, baby! Give me a gin & tonic with a twist of lime, and buy my new
friend here (she pointed at me) one of whatever he's having." After a few
seconds, the barkeep managed to tear his gaze away and went off to schlep our
drinks, returning shortly with her gin & tonic and my whiskey soda. The woman
looked at me and smiled. "I'm Julie" she beamed while she took my hand in
hers. "Haven't seen you in here, before."

"Chad" I said, smiling, trying to be as friendly as possible, which wasn't
difficult since I was teetering and about to fall into her eyes. "I'm here all
the time, just not this late, usually."

"Oh, well that explains it" she said, taking the first sip of her drink. "This
is almost always my last stop of the night. If I haven't already found my Mr.
Right for the night, I can usually count on this place to provide him." She
looked over the rim of her glass at me with a questioning look. Startled, I
could feel my face flushing and my eyes widening. I'd never met a woman this
forward before, but she seemed used to getting whatever she wanted, and right
now I wanted whatever she wantedd.

"Uh, well ... ." I stammered. She laughed.

"You don't have to say anything right away, Chad. I can give you until you
finish your drink to decide whether you want to ride home with me." This
seemed so wrong, but my loins were screaming that if tapping this bodacious
babe was wrong, they didn't want to be right. I gulped nervously, and then
chugged my drink down.

"Whenever you're ready!" I said with mock bravado, which made her laugh again.
She led me out to a bright red Dodge Challenger in the parking lot. She opened
the passenger door for me but then turned to me before I could get in, and
kissed me hard on the mouth while she crushed me tightly to her. She was
really, really strong, and so much taller than me that she had to place her
hands under my buttocks and lift me up so our lips would meet. She began
consciously grinding on my rock-hard erection with her steel-hard abs, which
made me gasp, suddenly about to lose my load, but sensing this she laughed
again and put me down. I sat down in the passenger seat, and she closed the
door for me. She walked around and got in on the driver side, leaned over and
kissed me again, her tongue wrestling mine into submission, her hand roaming
down my chest and over my belly to lightly rest on the throbbing bulge in my
pants.

"Ooh, very nice! Yes, you WILL be mine, Baby!" she cooed seductively.
Emboldened by this, I immediately turned to face her, which was fairly easy in
the cavernous interior of the Challenger. I began caressing both of her
deliciously round breasts, one in each hand, while we continued to kiss
passionately. She giggled into my mouth, then gently pushed me back and
dropped the top of the dress off her shoulders to reveal both perfect globes
in all their naked beauty. "You want to kiss these girls, too, don't you?" she
smiled. I moved in and began by kissing her neck and slowly worked my way down
to the left one, working my way around from the outside in to the nipple.
Julie sighed contentedly as I took the nipple into my mouth and began sucking.
To my udder, er, utter surprise I soon tasted the flavor of breast milk!

"What the""Julie, are you pregnant?" Not that that mattered much to me: I was
just surprised is all, and curious.

"No, silly! I have a condition that some women get, where they lactate all the
time. If I squeeze my nipple just so, I can""" she squirted me in the eye with
a thin stream of the off-white stuff. I laughed and wiped my eye, then
suddenly attacked the breast with my mouth, sucking for all I was worth. "Mmm
... " she purred, "Ooh, that feels so good, Baby! They've been getting so
swollen ... ." She moaned and then breathed "Oh, yes, YES, BABY!" I continued
to suckle at her left breast until the milk flow dwindled, then started on the
other one. She moaned softly again and whispered "Oh, YES, Baby, take all of
it!" I was more than happy to oblige, but gradually I began to feel really
dreamy, like that pleasant feeling you get just before you go to sleep. The
World seemed to be drifting away ... . My consciousness faded, although I
could feel myself reflexively continuing to suckle at Julie's breast. I dozed
for I don't know how long. Sometime later I became dimly aware of Julie
lifting me out of the car with ease, as if I was a small sack of potatoes. She
put me over her shoulder to carry me inside, and I drifted off again.

I awoke lying on my back naked, in a very comfy bed. There was a warm, white
light from a fixture directly overhead, but the rest of the room seemed quite
dark, although I couldn't see any walls, so I assumed the room was quite
large. I tried to sit up, but was shocked to discover I could barely move! I
seemed to be quite weak, only able to move my arms and legs with great effort,
and then only a tiny bit. With great concentration I managed to turn my head a
little to my right, only to find my vision blocked by a large bumper pad up
against fence-like rails that rose at least 3 feet above the mattress. I was,
it seemed, lying in what I can only describe as an oversized baby crib.

Through the rails I could see another light fixture over a set of rails, but I
could not see whether there was anyone inside. I shouted "Hello?!" That is, I
tried to, but actually I was unable to speak. With extraordinary effort, the
most I could get out was a kind of pathetic whimper. I was shocked and
disoriented: I didn't know where I was or how I got this way. I couldn't
believe I was so freaking HELPLESS! Frustrated and angry, I frantically
struggled against my new limitations in futile hope of overcoming them, but
after many minutes I succeeded only in making myself tired. I was soon again
asleep.

Sometime later I awoke, sensing the presence of someone standing next to the
crib. I barely opened my eyes and kept breathing slowly and regularly, trying
to feign sleep. Through my eye slits I could see it was Julie, still wearing
the frilly green dress, looking down at me with clinical concern. She was soon
joined by another woman who appeared to look much like Julie, except she was
older and had raven black hair tinged with just a little grey.

"Is this your new one?" asked the elder woman.

"Yes, ma'am!" Julie said deferentially. "Do you approve?"

"Mmm, he's a little smaller than most of the others, but he appears almost
perfectly formed. You've made quite a score, here, I think. He's quite
attractive, I must say!"

"He is, isn't he?" Julie giggled.

"Be glad I don't pull rank on you and take him away" the woman chuckled and
Julie frowned. "I'm just kidding!" said the older woman. "I could never take a
good score away from our best Scout, Juliana Drakan."

Julie blushed. "Thank you, Commander! I learned from the best."

She winked at Julie. "I bet you enjoyed feeding him."

"Just doing my duty, ma'am!" Julie winked back. The Commander walked away as
Julie reached into the crib and lifted me out. I opened my eyes and looked at
her plaintively. I tried to speak, but again all that came out was a whimper.
She shushed me quietly. "I'm sorry, baby" she said quietly, "but we're on a
schedule. I have to feed you again, and again it will make you very sleepy.
She carried me over to a large easy chair in one corner of the room, which as
I had thought was quite large, perhaps a small warehouse space. Although I
could only move my head slightly, I saw at least 9 or 10 other cribs spaced
evenly at about 20-foot intervals throughout the room, each with its own
overhead light fixture.

Julie sat down in the chair with me draped over her lap. She lowered the top
of her dress to expose both of her bodacious breasts, and lifted my head to
the left one. I couldn't seem to help myself: I was soon sucking away at it,
ingesting more of strangely wonderful breast milk. When I finished with the
first one, Julie threw me up on her shoulder and lowered me back down onto her
lap facing the other way, and seemingly unable to resist, I went to work on
her right breast. I found my nether region becoming aroused, and Julie
chuckled and took my member in hand, but she didn't stroke it: She just kind
of squeezed it, like she was squeezing a melon in the grocery store. As I
again drifted off into unconsciousness, she took both my balls in one hand and
hefted them, as if she was judging their weight.

I awoke sometime later to a rhythmic thumping sound coming from somewhere else
in the room. The noise continued for some time, becoming louder and louder. I
managed to lift my head and turn it a little toward the noise, but that
blasted crib bumper blocked my view. As the thumping reached a crescendo, I
heard a large woman's fierce guttural cry followed by a very loud and painful
version of the pathetic whimper I had managed to utter earlier, which
continued for some time but eventually died away.

"DAMMIT!" exploded the woman's voice. It was followed by a large amount of
quiet commotion, with female voices whispering in hushed but urgent tones and
the shuffling of several sets of feet. The commotion began to move, and
eventually the noises faded as the voices and shuffling feet left the room. I
was both curious and fearful, but as my adrenaline level went down, the
effects of the milk once again overtook me. I could feel myself snoring.

"Hello, sleepyhead!" Julie was shaking my shoulder gently. The woman I knew as
the Commander was standing beside her, smiling down at me. "Don't be alarmed,
baby, I just have to change you, is all ... ." The pungent aroma of my own
shit served to make me even more awake: I had soiled myself, and the squishy
wetness under my butt was not pleasant in the least. It was then that I
realized I was wearing an adult-sized disposable diaper. Julie unfastened it
and lifted both of my legs with her left hand and pushed them backward with
her forearm, rolling my butt into the air. She used several baby wipes to
clean my butt and genitals with her right hand, dropping the used wipes into
the diaper as they became soiled. I felt embarrassed as the Commander looked
on with interest, but as I was completely helpless there was nothing I could
do about it. Finally Julie closed up the diaper and sealed it shut with its
fasteners, then heaved it away out of my sight, although I heard it hit with a
metallic thump as if it had landed in a trash can.

I heard the sound of water swishing in a bucket or basin, and Julie wrung out
a large wash cloth and again began gently scrubbing around my genitals. The
feeling of the warm, moist cloth was quite pleasant, and the intent attention
of two beautiful women aroused me against my will. I could feel an erection
beginning, and I felt humiliated that I was powerless to stop it. Julie smiled
down at my manhood, and began stroking it slowly with the warm washcloth. I
was soon rock hard and throbbing.

The Commander whistled softly. "He's developing nicely, isn't he?"

Julie giggled "He really is!" Both women looked down at my pulsating member
with admiration.

"He should be ready in a day or two, I imagine." I felt a strange heaviness in
my erection, even though it seemed to be standing tall. With great effort I
managed to lift my head and look at myself, and I was shocked by what I saw:
My equipment was twice its previous size! My balls were as big as lemons, and
my power pole was the size of a large, overripe banana. I didn't know whether
to be pleased or horrified. The Commander took another appraising look, and
actually licked her lips. After a few seconds she turned her gaze away and
said "Good work, Juliana!"

"Thank you!" said Julie, sweetly. She again lifted my legs and slid a new
diaper under my butt, then lowered me back down and attached the fasteners
around my waist. She patted the huge lump in my diaper. "All in good, time,
Baby!" she cooed, then both women turned away from me.

"Faydra killed another Server last night" said the Commander, gravely.

"Oh, NO, not another one! Did she get what we came here for, at least?"

"It's too soon to tell. The scene was a bloody mess. The medic only a little
while ago finished removing the part of him that was embedded in her. It may
be a day or so before we know if conception occurred."

"But the Supercum"""

"Juliana, you know we do not use that term!"

"Sorry, Commander ... the Enhanced Fertilization Medium is supposed to be
effective almost immediately, isn't it?"

"The key phrase there is 'supposed to be'. We can never be certain, and I'm
beginning to doubt Faydra's fitness for the position of Scout. If this one
isn't successful, I'm not going to risk another Server with her. We can't draw
attention to ourselves with a bunch of Server disappearances, and besides
that, we need to release as many of them back into the general population as
possible."

"Commander, you may rest assured that I will be as careful as possible with
this one." She pointed her thumb back over her shoulder in my direction. She
winked. "How's that for brown nosing?" They both chuckled.

"Oh, Juliana!" the commander laughed, "Your way with the idioms of their
language is amazing. 'Brown nosing' indeed. Ha! If our ancestral leaders had
your kindness, wits, and common sense, we wouldn't have to be doing this job."

"How so?" Julie was curious: The Commander seldom waxed eloquent so
unguardedly.

"When we females became the dominant gender on our planet and continued
enhancing ourselves, we should have made SOME effort to improve the males of
our species as well. We made the mistake of thinking the horny little fuckers
would, at the very least, always be able to breed, but we were wrong. We
reached a point where we women became so developed that we began inadvertently
killing off the weaker ones, until only the most virile men could survive a
sexual encounter with one of us, and we eventually exhausted THEM so
completely that they became unable to perform, much less procreate. In a
matter of only a few years, almost all our men were gone. It happened in my
lifetime, although I was very young at the time. My own mother killed my
father and two other men before she could find one who could satisfy her, and
she wore him out until he became one of the Eunuchs. Soon after that he died
by his own hand."

"It is sad that we must come here to obtain the seed we need to keep our race
alive," Julie said, "but I do love my job, and I like the Servers I procure,
most of them. I love having them under me. I do hope to find one I can take
back with me, someday, and keep him for as long as he lasts."

"Juliana, it is best you do not grow too attached to them" said the Commander,
sadly. Julie thought she saw a tear welling up in the Commander's eye. "Their
companionship is wonderful, but it doesn't last. Their passing brings only
heartache, and even though you can get a new one, it just isn't the same as
the one you had."

"I understand, Commander. I'll certainly think about that before making any
decision."

"You won't , really, once you find one you really like. But you're young and
will have to find that out on your own. You'll learn, Juliana. You're a very
smart young woman."

"Thank you, Commander" said Julie warmly. The Commander smiled.

"Thank YOU for your dedication. Good night."

Julie turned back to the crib, lifted me out as if I weighed no more than a
feather, and carried me over to the feeding chair. I barely had her nipple in
my mouth before I had a giant erection straining against my diaper. "Whoa!
Easy there, big fella" she chuckled. "One more feeding, and then the fun
begins!" I wasn't sure what she meant by that, and after hearing about what
happened with Faydra, it scared the heck out of me, but then the milk took
effect and I soon dozed off anyway.

"Hey, Baby! It's changing time, again." Julie smiled down at me, her eyes so
sweet, but with a fire in them as well. She unfastened the diaper and picked
up my legs, rolling my butt up into the air. She cleaned me up and then tossed
the used diaper in the trash can. She then brought out the warm wet washcloth,
but this time she gently scrubbed me from head to toe, even passing it through
the hair on my head. It felt wonderful, and as she bent over me I suddenly
noticed she was wearing a black see-through babydoll neglig'e that barely
contained her bodacious breasts. My manhood instinctively responded, this time
with my conscious cooperation: Julie was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever
seen, and the strongest. She giggled as she again ran the washcloth over my
engorgement, this time teasingly. I was becoming harder than I could ever
remember being.

Again I felt a surprising heaviness in my erection: Julie must have given me
something to lessen the effects of the milk, because I could lift my head more
easily, and I could feel my body, though I was still weak and barely able to
move. I looked at my equipment, and could not believe my eyes: It had grown
even more in size: my balls were now the size of baseballs, and my member
resembled a large cucumber in its dimensions! She seemed to be admiring it,
putting aside the washcloth and feeling it up and down with her bare hand,
sampling its size and heft. I moaned with pleasure, and it was an actual moan,
not a whimper. I tried to speak to her, but although my voice was slightly
louder and deeper, I was still unable to form any words. "Mmm ... " was all I
could get out.

"Oh yeah, baby! It's nice, isn't it?" She smiled. I was able to nod just a
bit, but a wave of sensation overcame me and I had to close my eyes, it was so
intense. "Mmmm ... " escaped me again. My love wand seemed to have a mind of
its own: It seemed to have grown so much that it was taking blood away from my
brain, so that I was feeling dreamy again. Julie seemed to sense that from my
glazed expression. "Stay with me, baby!" she said rather sharply. "You'll
adjust to the feeling in just a minute."

She lowered the side of the crib and bent over and kissed me on the forehead.
Then she kissed my cheek, then my lips, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.
When our tongues met, it was an electric feeling: she kissed me so very
deeply, and her breasts brushed against my chest while her hand roamed lightly
over my abdomen, my pubic hair, and my cucumber, which was now seriously
throbbing.

"Ooh, you're ready for action, I see!" she smiled wickedly. With obvious
hunger in her eyes, she pulled off her negligee over her head, revealing her
gorgeous superbody in all its glory, and climbed into the crib. She raised the
side of the crib and used the top rails like a set of parallel bars, pushing
herself upward. She then slowly lowered herself onto my pulsating pillar, her
vagina adjusting to accommodate my formidable length and girth until she
completely enveloped it.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned repeatedly, as she used her hands on the crib rails and her
legs on the mattress to raise herself up and down my massive member from the
base to the head and back again. The head of my shaft seemed to be trapped
inside her, because she was able to thrust away with abandon and not lose her
hold on my engorged organ, her labia tugging at its head at the top end of
each stroke. She was more than just wet: a steady flow of juices rand down my
shaft into the bushy hair at its base. It was all hers, as my pre-cum had yet
to begin flowing: my tower of turgidity was rigid and dense as stone. I had a
feeling of power and control than I'd never had before, and yet she was
somehow carefully controlling my pleasure. I tried as hard as I could to do
some thrusting of my own, but she places a hand on my chest to get my
attention as she continued to ride me.

"Relax, baby!" she said urgently. "Let me do all the work. You mustn't divert
any blood from that glorious cock of yours. Let it flow in and make you be all
you can be!"

"Ooh, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" she sighed as she moved this way and
that, maximizing her pleasure ... and mine. I would have found her use of
contemporary phrases hilarious, were I not in the throes of such passion as I
had never before experienced. She rode me like that for what seemed like a
solid hour, with boundless stamina. I was in Nirvana: I was being overwhelmed
with unbelievable pleasure but was still in no danger of coming; I felt as if
I could last forever!

That is, until she began to softly moan "Oh, oh, oh"! with every stroke, her
little cries increasing in volume until suddenly she settled hard on me and
started violently thrusting her hips forward and back, banging my member into
her clit, grunting "UGH!" with each thrust as if she was thrusting into me
instead of vice versa. Shock waves blasted through me and even as I fought
hard to control myself, I could feel my slippery pre-cum mixing with her
juices. She was thrusting back and forth with increasing rapidity, driving
herself toward climax. She looked deeply into my eyes and commanded "Come with
me, baby! DO IT NOW!"

I let go. My cock immediately spasmed, rocketing a giant hot load into her
with every spurt, an involuntary "MMPH! MMPH!" exploding from within me with
each and every gushing burst. I came and came and came, again and again. I
wish I had been alert enough to count all the explosions, at least twelve or
thirteen in all. My back arched with the cannon shot of each load, until the
last one which cause my my muscles to cramp. "MMMMMMM!" I cried, in pain and
ecstasy.

"UGH! UHHHHHHhhh ... " she moaned, trembling as her contractions overwhelmed
her. Her contractions forced that last of my come from me, or so I thought.
While she had not fully recovered, she came back to herself enough to reach
down and knead both my balls with one hand.

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! I cried out, weakly, as she forced several more small
cum loads out of me. I expected to be drenched with a mixture of our combined
cum, but that was not the case. My pubic hair was moistened only by the
residue of Julie's previous lubrication. Her mighty labia had completely
sealed off and contained every bit of what I'm sure was an incredible amount
of semen.

"Whoo!" she exclaimed softly, "that was GREAT! Thank you, baby ... I bet
you're exhausted; I know I am!" she sighed with relief as if she'd finished a
hard workout, although she showed no sign of fatigue. She leaned forward,
caressing the sides of my face with her breasts while she softly stroked my
hair. "Mmm ... " she whispered, softly and affectionately. After a bit, she
raised up slightly and put a nipple in my mouth, and I reflexively suckled it
until I fell asleep.

I woke up in a Soho doorway; a policeman knew my name ... . Sorry, I've had
that song from The Who running through my head since I began telling you this
story. I awoke in a daze, in a lawn chair in the small rear garden of my
townhouse apartment. I had been rather haphazardly dressed by someone, with a
number of buttons on my shirt having been fastened in the wrong buttonholes,
and my underwear was missing. I finally realized where I was and went into the
house. With great effort I undressed, climbed into bed and slept a long while,
wondering if I hadn't just experienced some ridiculous dream during a drunken
binge that lasted for three days, as it was now Friday afternoon. When I again
awoke, however, the shocking truth hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks: I
had some serious morning wood, and I mean SERIOUS. My balls were no longer
baseball-sized, but were as big as lemons, and my cock was still as massive as
a cucumber!

After I got over the initial shock of discovering it wasn't all a dream, I
became curious about my new equipment, stroking it while recalling my
incredible captivity at the hands of the beautiful, terrible women from
Julie's planet. Even with the incredible arousal those images produced, I
found I had to work it very hard for a rather long time before I could produce
a climax, but what a climax it was: I spewed more cum more times than I ever
had, except for that time with Julie, of course, and the semen was in
incredibly thick lumps that almost seemed to quiver like Jell-O, as if they
were full of life. I bet that examining a sample under a microscope would have
revealed it contained an unbelievable number of little swimmers.

The return to my old normal life was a rather depressing one. After a few
weeks I still had no job, no girlfriend, and no prospect of getting either of
those in the near future, and I was in danger of also losing my apartment,
soon. I finally couldn't agonize over it anymore, and decided to Hell with it:
I took some of my remaining cash and drove down to the beach and rented a
rather exorbitantly-priced oceanfront hotel room. That night I tied one on,
drinking 'way more than I should have. I made friends with the male bartender,
but though I joked around with him and some of the patrons and other guests, I
didn't find anyone, male or female, that would help cure my loneliness.

The next day I slept in, until my hangover wouldn't let me sleep any longer. I
had Room Service bring me breakfast, lots of water, and some aspirin. When I
was able, I went out to the beach and rented one of the fixed beach lounge
chairs and an umbrella, laid down on it and went to sleep. When I awoke, I
again had serious wood making a tent in my board shorts, the center pole
threatening to burst through the Big Top's canvas, so to speak. Embarrassed, I
grabbed my beach towel and threw it across my lap. I looked around to see if
anyone had noticed and to my chagrin there was a woman in the next chair
looking at me, grinning from ear to ear. Her smile was almost more dazzling
than her golden tanned body, which was barely clothed in a yellow string
biking. My face flushed a deep red.

"Hey, there's no reason to be embarrassed!" she chuckled. "A little truth in
advertising never hurt anyone. I'm surprised you haven't already had some
offers to take care of that, from men anyway, since most women wouldn't be
that forward. Hell, I'm not shy, though: My name's Katie, and I'd like to buy
you a drink and maybe get to know you better. Well, part of you, anyway!" She
winked at me, and laughed. "What's your name, big fella?"

"Chad" I croaked out. I was severely nonplussed, and was suddenly having a
flash of d'j# vu. She was a big, blonde, buxom beauty, her long torso giving
her an elongated hourglass figure to which were attached long, shapely legs
that I couldn't help but admire. Her muscles clearly weren't as developed as
Julie's, but she certainly looked fit, like she ran, or danced, or worked out
in some way, at least. But she had that same forward, let's do it kind of
attitude that had taken me aback and ultimately led to my captivity weeks
earlier. "Um, you're not another one of THEM, are you?" I said tentatively.
She looked amused at my uncertainty.

"If you mean women who can appreciate a good-looking man with a HUGE Johnson,
then yes, I am one of THEM" she grinned. I probably had sounded a little
crazy, so I just laughed as if it was a big joke. "Exactly!" I said. She
continued to be amused, knowing I was still nervous, but she put me at ease by
engaging in light conversation without any pressure. We talked throughout that
afternoon, and eventually had dinner together, after which she let me think it
was my idea to invite myself up to her room for a nightcap, like I was some
suave playboy. I was by this time fairly convinced that Katie wasn't another
one of the scouts from Julie's planet. She was just a big, beautiful woman who
was used to getting what she wanted. She was a very successful realtor whose
size and boldness made her quite well suited for sales. She had merely decided
she wanted me, for that night at least, and as usual, she was going to get
what she wanted.

We made out on the couch for a while, her tongue raping mine repeatedly. I
became so aroused that my "cucumber" was straining against and actually
separating the Velcro fly of my board shorts. Katie suddenly stood up, grabbed
my hands and yanked me to my feet, then heaved me over her shoulder and
carried me into her bedroom, unceremoniously dumping me on the bed, which
caused my fly to pop open. She grabbed the legs of the shorts and dragged them
off over my feet, which pulled off my sandals with them. She leaped onto me,
nearly crushing me under her. Her breasts pressed into my chest as she kissed
me hard, then she sat up on her knees straddling me, raised up and placed the
head my cock against her labia. "Ready for me to rock your world, baby?" she
winked, and I nodded.

Ever so slowly she lowered herself onto me. I let out a growl/moan, and she
audibly sighed "Ooh, this one may give me quite a fight!" as she adjusted to
my size and impaled herself on me, settling all the way to the base of my
shaft. Very, very slowly she began to rise up until her labia were tugging
against my glans so hard I thought I would pop out of her like a champagne
cork, but just at that moment she moved back down again. She repeated that for
what seemed like forever, slowly increasing her tempo just a little each time,
over and over, until finally she began riding me with abandon, hotly staring
into my eyes, watching my face contort with ecstasy as she consciously fucked
me toward orgasm, her own arousal building so intensely that she periodically
had to close her eyes as feeling washed over her. She finished me off with a
rapid fire set of pile driver moves, bellowing "COME WITH ME, BABY!

COME, DAMMIT!" As she said this, she grabbed both my nipples between her
thumbs and forefingers and pinched them hard as she powered to her own climax,
zapping electric sensation into my body and sending me over the edge as she
cried out in her own exquisite torture.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" I groaned as the roller coaster rush overtook me and my
first load of cum blasted into Katie's waiting receptacle. "UGH!... UGH!...
UGH!" I cried out as each of three additional loads exploded from me. She was
filled completely with our mixed ejaculates, a torrent of backwash drenching
my entire pelvic area. My eyes closed as, completely expended, I trembled
while the tension in my body dissipated. Katie collapsed forward and enveloped
my head in her cleavage, stroking the hair on the back of my head. We fell
asleep that way, and did not wake until several hours later, swamped in the
big mess we had created ... .

That was fifteen years ago. We were imprinted on each other after that first
time, and were never apart again. I gave up my apartment and moved into
Katie's spacious home, and when we discovered that Katie was pregnant, I gave
up searching for a job and became "Mr. Mom." Our daughter was born almost 9
months to the day after that first lovemaking marathon. Less than a year after
that we had twin girls. I had wanted to try for a boy, but Katie had all the
family she wanted, she said, so I volunteered to have a vasectomy. A year
later, however, Katie was pregnant again, a cause for much consternation in
our marriage until the urologist confirmed that somehow my vasa deferentia had
managed to unseal and repair themselves, and my semen was again full of little
swimmers. After our fourth daughter was born, Katie had her tubes tied, but
again a year later we found that somehow the ligature had been forced open and
my gametes again impregnated her, resulting in the birth of our fifth
daughter. I was at a loss for what to do about this, until I finally found a
mail order company that could supply me with a special-order extra-extra-large
armored condom with a big reservoir tip.

As they grew, I noticed that our girls appeared to be much bigger and stronger
than most other children. My oldest, now fourteen, is 6 feet tall, and just
the other day she thought it would be funny to pick me up and press me over
her head, which she did with ease. I pity the first boy who tries to date her.

Over the years, as we socialized with other parents from our daughter's
schools, I have begun to notice several other families who have girls of
similar stature to ours. I've looked quizzically at the fathers, who look back
at me with the same questioning look, yet we never speak about what, deep
down, we already know: that we are all victims of Julie and her people, and
somehow we all continue to be Servers. We fear greatly for the next generation
of boys, knowing that it is only matter of time before they are all doomed.
The thought depresses me ... that is, until Katie comes to me with lust in her
eye, and I forget all about anything but the exquisite torture that awaits me.