The Server Farm Part 4 - Return to Earth
By Elrohir from an idea by Greatguy87
The Alien Amazons have plans for Earth### and humans.


We were back aboard one of the Amazonian shuttles on its way to Earth, a trip
of four Earth days' time. Juliana, the alien Amazon who years ago had seduced,
kidnapped, and later adopted me, was again breastfeeding me with genetically
enhanced Amazonian breast milk to increase the size and effectiveness of my
equipment as well as the potency of my semen, in order to ensure the success
of our mission. During the voyage, it was her duty to milk me and extract
enough samples of my seed to test its quantity and quality before deciding to
go ahead with the plan.

A side effect (or was it a designed-in component?) of the breast milk was that
it made me relaxed and compliant while virtually paralyzing my voluntary
muscles, although I could see and hear normally. Julie loved me and I trusted
her completely, but I was horrified when she took joy in toying with me while
I was under the milk's effects and thus helpless in her hands. Once, after
breastfeeding and before milking, she pulled out a large feather and held it
up in front of me while giggling with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She
twirled it around and around, knowing my distress was growing even though I
showed no emotion because I was paralyzed and unable to speak, floating
helplessly in the zero gravity. She menacingly moved toward me, then went for
my feet with the feather, tickling them mercilessly. My forced laughter came
out as a pathetic whimper, but she knew what it meant, and as she continued,
my body began to vibrate, the excruciating sensory input generating a violent
involuntary reaction in me. She laughed at my discomfort, gleefully noting
that tears were beginning to flow from my eyes. It was more than I could
stand, but there was nothing I could do about it. I quaked and quaked as
whimper after whimper whined its way out of me. When at last she stopped
torturing me, my body tingled all over as if I'd been riding one of those old
Magic Fingers beds they used to have in hotels. The sudden relief from the
torture was so complete I almost fainted.

In my reverie I lost sight of Julie as she floated underneath (or behind?) my
back. I heard, felt, and saw nothing even though I knew she was there. The
suspense was killing me! She silently waited and waited, driving my anxiety
level through the roof. My breathing became more rapid and shallow every
second as the anticipation of a new attack shredded my composure. Soon my
tears began to flow again, some of them dripping off my face into space,
little globules floating toward the room's filter vent. Upon seeing that,
Julie chuckled from behind me and lightly kissed my neck. To my relief, a
second later the feather only lightly tickled my balls, a most pleasant kind
of tickling, which caused my now considerably enhanced manhood to spring to
life. Julie continued to tickle my balls with the feather while slowly
stroking my colossal coital column with her hand until it was hard as stone.

It had grown so much that she was able to slip the Texas catheter over the
head of my shaft only with some difficulty. The catheter was attached by a
clear tube to a large graduated cylinder, which she allowed to float above me.
She encircled my shaft with both hands together and began attacking it with
vigor, eliciting more excited whimpers from within me. She knew my every
weakness, and exploited each one to get the job done as soon as possible.
After pumping me hard with a great number of rapid strokes, she suddenly
shocked me when she clenched my shaft with both hands and lightly bit the
underside of it with her teeth, sending me into the stratosphere, moaning as
my cum flowed out of me like water in one long stream.

During subsequent extractions during the voyage, however, she leisurely took
her time, slowly building my arousal to a fever pitch until my pre-cum began
to flow, when she backed off and took me down again, then built me up almost
to the brink only to once more pull me back from the edge, and then back up
and down again and up again until I was ready to explode with the slightest
touch, which she finally provided, making me come so hard I nearly convulsed,
my cum blasting in several long bursts through the tube into the cylinder,
nearly filling it. Julie claimed she was only trying to maximize fluid
extraction for the sample, but I think she actually enjoyed torturing me by
supplying and then denying the overwhelming pleasure she knew she was capable
of making me feel.

I was completely spent after each of these latter sessions: It had been
explained to me that the male orgasm is largely a function of the contractions
necessary to expel a given quantity of semen during a particular ejaculation,
thus the incredibly copious amounts that I was producing as a result of the
breast milk treatment required stronger contractions and more of them, which
made my orgasms longer and more intense, and my exhaustion more complete, than
other men's. After the last extraction before we landed, Julie examined the
filled graduated cylinder with a look of great satisfaction, but then turned
her attention to me and frowned, noting my complete exhaustion. "I wish we
could do something about your recovery time ... " she mused. "I mean, you
won't be breast fed during the mission, but still, I can tell from the look of
utter fatigue in your eyes that egress from the objective under your own power
may be a problem." She clucked her tongue in concern. I just stared tiredly. I
could contribute nothing to the discussion, as I was paralyzed, and depleted
in every way. Unable to keep my eyes open, I gave in to fatigue and slept.

I was awakened by a chime over the loudspeaker followed by a pleasant female
voice announcing that we were slowing to sub-light speed. Fortunately, Julie
had secured me in my hammock the night before, so when the deceleration began
I was held snugly in place by the hammock's straps. I looked over to her
hammock to see Julie looking at me inquiringly and smiling. I tried to give
her a thumbs up sign, but the g-forces of deceleration kept me from moving at
all. After we landed and I was able to climb out of my harness, however, I was
pleasantly surprised to find that Earth's lower gravity in comparison to the
Amazons' planet made me feel light as a feather. Their nutrition and physical
therapy program had helped me overcome their gravity fairly quickly, and in
the process I had packed on quite a bit of muscle, and had very little body
fat owing to the constant battle with that demon gravity. Given my height and
stature, several of the Amazon Scouts I met who had continued to live on Earth
and sample its culture were quite favorably comparing my body to that of the
actor Sylvester Stallone.

The day of our first sortie, Julie and I dressed in business casual clothing
and called on the Mayor of my home city at our appointed time, claiming to be
the newest business members of the Chamber of Commerce, an important
organization in this city of about 50,000 population. The receptionist bade us
sit on a small couch while she let the mayor know by intercom that we had
arrived. Instead, I walked over to the door to the office and locked its
thumb-turn latch while Julie approached the receptionist around the desk.
"Look at me" said Julie commandingly, and as soon as they locked eyes the
young woman was frozen in her chair, terrified, her mouth open in surprise.
Julie turned the woman to face her, straddled her lap, opened her own blazer
and then yanked open the Velcro closures of her blouse, revealing her breasts
in all their glory. She leaned forward and shoved one of her nipples into the
woman's mouth. The woman's hands came up to try to push away, but Julie caught
them in her hands and continued to push her chest forward. "Drink" she
commanded, and I immediately heard the woman slurping down Julie's breast
milk. After about 30 seconds, Julie disengaged and stood up, closing her
blouse and blazer. The young woman remained in place, eyes open but unable to
move. Julie turned to me and said "She's all yours," and slipped inside the
Mayor's inner office.

I produced an Amazonian space blanket from my sport coat pocket. The blanket
had the feeling of being made of soft paper; I laid it on the floor behind the
woman's chair. "I'm not going to hurt you" I said, softly. "We represent a
sacred order of women" I said, leaving out the "alien" part, "who wish to help
others like themselves all over the World. We know that you are having an
on-going affair with the Mayor, and we know that you desperately want
children, which he will not give you because he is married to someone else. I
am here to give you children, and SHE (I nodded toward the door Julie had
entered) is here to persuade the Mayor to help you raise them." Despite her
paralysis, I could see by her eyes that the young woman was confused, or maybe
just in shock. It was hard to tell.

I removed my jacket and shirt, revealing my now sculpted upper body; her eyes
seemed to focus on my chest and abs. She was really very attractive in a very
voluptuous way that I liked, although by now I was the consummate professional
Server, so looks were not that important. On the Amazons' planet, where
although no woman was ugly, a number of the ones I served were not attractive
to me for various reasons. I found I could still perform every time, just by
imagining making love to Julie, but that would certainly not be necessary in
this case: She bore quite a resemblance to the American model Ashley Alexiss.
I began to be completely aroused as soon as I dropped my pants and kicked off
my shoes, my enhanced member rising to greet her staring eyes. Upon seeing me
naked her eyes widened, either in fear, excitement, or both, I couldn't tell.

I bent down and softly kissed her lips. In the weak Earth gravity I was able
to easily lift her up in my arms and carry her to the space blanket and lay
her down on it. The blanket's softness along with the office's plush carpet
made our resting place feel quite cushioned. I removed her dress, bra and
panties, but left her shoes on. I laid down beside her and again softly kissed
her lips, then her neck, and moved slowly down to her bodacious breasts,
giving them both the loving attention they deserved. Then I moved my kisses
down her belly and into her bare pussy ("Kids these days, shaving everything!"
I thought to myself). I was delighted to find that she was quite wet already,
a good sign. I pleasured her orally for as long as I dared under our time
schedule, then took hold of my massive manhood and inserted it, entering her
very slowly. She whimpered from discomfort, initially, I think, but soon I
could feel her vagina adjusting to the size of its gargantuan intruder. I
stroked as slowly as I could, but time was of the essence, and I myself was
quite excited as it was, so as soon as I thought she could take it I began
thrusting more rapidly. At one point I inadvertently went so deep that I
rather solidly bumped her cervix: her body shuddered violently and another
rather loud whimper escaped her. I was afraid I had hurt her, but then I could
see her eyes glaze over and close as she moaned softly. Aha! I'd found the key
... .

I began bumping her cervix again and again, trying to vary the angle of attack
slightly each time. After only a minute or two of thrusting, her love walls
closed in upon my passion piston, quaking with contractions, and her juices
flowed along my shaft. Elated, I indulged in another minute of thrusting away
with abandon, feeling free to let myself go. Soon I felt the warm white lava
welling up inside me, and when my Roman Candle of Love fired off, each fiery
ball exploded out of me with such velocity it shook my body with contractions.
I came and came and came, incredibly hard with every expulsion, the supercum
filling her up until its excess began backwashing out onto me, dripping from
my shaft onto the blanket where it pooled. Soon I was shaking and, completely
expended, I collapsed on top of her, exhausted, feeling her body trembling
beneath me. "Thank you" I whispered raspily, trying to catch my breath. I said
"thank you" as if our mating had been consensual and not the rape it actually
was. "Trust me when I say that your children will be strong and beautiful!" I
said "children" because of late every woman I had impregnated had given birth
to twins, except for one who'd had triplets; the Supercum was living up to its
nickname. She whimpered again softly into my ear: I hoped it was a tone of
thanks, or at least forgiveness, but I really couldn't be sure.

After what seemed like a long time, I pulled out of her and moved away slowly
on all fours, gathering up my clothes. I forced myself to sit up on the couch,
where I drug my socks, pants and loafers on, then with difficulty put my shirt
and jacket on, but I could not seem to work the buttons because I was so
spent. It was only by virtue of the low gravity that I was able to move at
all. I crawled back over to where the young woman lay, now sleeping, and I
removed the space blanket from underneath her as gently as I could under the
circumstances. I folded it rather haphazardly and stuffed it back into my
inside jacket pocket. I fought my way to my feet and staggered over to the
inner office door and opened it. "My part's done" I croaked, leaning on the
doorjamb.

"Just finishing up!" said Julie sweetly. I could only see the back of her head
behind the desk, bobbing up and down above the Mayor's lap. He was paralyzed,
another victim of breast milk, but his eyes were wide and excited, and soon I
heard a strangled moan escape from deep within him. Julie suddenly
straightened up, and I saw a couple of little white droplets fly over her
shoulder as he moaned again and his eyes suddenly glazed and then closed. She
stood up and removed her blazer, then took his chin in her hand and tilted his
face upward as she held the blazer in front of him. His eyes opened and went
wide again. "Remember what I said" she intoned seriously. "If you do as I say,
I will have no need to reveal this evidence of your indiscretion. I will check
up on you from time to time, and if you are good you will periodically be
rewarded, but if not, you will be punished. Is that clear?" It was a
rhetorical question, since of course he couldn't speak, but I think the look
of terror in his eyes gave her the answer she wanted. She folded the blazer
over her arm and walked over to me. "Can you walk?" she asked in a worried
tone.

"Just barely" I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep exhaustion out of my tone.
She clucked her tongue in consternation, then without hesitation grabbed under
my butt and threw me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She unlocked
the office door and carried me out, taking the stairs instead of the elevator,
taking the steps two at a time in an impressive show of strength and poise.

We reached the service entrance, where an ambulance was waiting, its two rear
doors open. Two tall, very fit looking women in EMT uniforms waited outside
with a wheeled stretcher. Julie gently laid me on the stretcher, and the Med
Techs loaded me into the "bus", quickly securing the stretcher to the floor.
Julie climbed into the back with me while the two women rode up front. We
drove away with lights flashing, but without the siren sounding. Julie smiled
broadly, said "Good work, Baby!" and then bent down and kissed me deeply.
Incredibly, despite my exhaustion, my manhood began to respond, seriously
tenting my pants. "Whoa! Easy there, Stud" she chuckled, "All in good time ...
."

Later that day after I had recovered, we paid a visit to the Mayor's wife and
repeated the same process with her. Whereas the Mayor's mistress' eyes had
initially seemed to display shock and fear, when I took off my clothes and
revealed all my working parts, the wife's eyes smoldered with unbridled lust
as they took in all of me, then stared unblinking at my mega-member right up
until I began kissing her lips. As I entered her our eyes met, and she
continued to look deep into my eyes as I performed my duty with enthusiasm. We
came together, her eyes closing as her body shook with involuntary
contractions, while I embarrassingly moaned louder with each of several
expulsions. I collapsed on top of her, breathing raggedly for a minute or so
until I was no longer winded. When I was quiet again, she sighed softly into
my ear. I told her, too, that I knew her children would be strong and
beautiful. Julie helped me out to a waiting limo driven by a tall, fit-looking
woman, and we left.

As we traveled I had ample time to reflect on how Julie had seduced,
kidnapped, and co-opted me, albeit in the gentlest way possible, into helping
further the plans of her people. I had begun as a hapless victim, but was now
a willing participant in their plot. We spent the next two years continuing
our mission, visiting members of influential families all over the World. Our
state's governor and his wife, for instance, were both too old to raise
children, but they did have several daughters, each of which we in turn
visited. Most of the new mothers-to-be would become our allies by virtue of
their love of and pride in the children we had given them; we were able to use
their connections to give us access to even more influential targets. It was
unfortunate that neither the First Lady nor her daughters were of
child-bearing age: We would have to wait to see what a new Administration
might bring. In the meantime, however, we would see to it that several
billionaire families would soon give birth to exceptional new members of their
moneyed aristocracy.

The first wave of the children of Servers had by this time graduated from
college, and all were now rising stars in each of their respective fields.
This next wave would be not only intelligent, strong, and beautiful, but also
well connected to the cream of society, government, and industry. They would
make their parents proud as they rose through the ranks of their respective
organizations to become the ones in command. Amazons and Amazonettes would
soon be taking control of every government, financial, and commercial
institution, eventually controlling every facet of human existence, until all
pure humans had been lovingly subjugated, and then replaced. Sometimes upon
reflection I regretted my part in the process, until Julie would come to me
and remind me I was now one of them, if only by adoption, and she would reward
my loyalty by bestowing upon me every benefit that her superior body could
provide, and by the time my moaning ceased I had forgotten all of my human
concerns.