The Seed

She was six feet two inches tall. She had wide shoulders, and a short, boyish haircut, combed over to the side.

But no one would ever mistake this tall caucasian woman for a man. Sanantha had enormous breasts which perfectly filled her large frame, with bright blue nipples at the tips. Her bright red triangle of pubic hair was almost as red as the superbright hair on her head, and below it revealed her thick, moist, red cuntlips. Her body was covered in all kinds of alien tattoos, each a different bright color--red, blue, green, yellow--denoting her rank in the arcane Iskari ruling system.

Sanantha rode on top of Egold's cock, the usual position of a slave, which Sanantha wasn't. But she wanted to get the maximum reaction from him. She felt like there had been something between them lately, a barrier of some kind, and she had a strong suspicion she knew what this barrier was, or to be more specific,whoit was.

"You're so beautiful," said Egold with lusty eyes as Sanantha's cunt massaged his giant cock.

"I am?" Sanantha grinned, obviously pleased as his big cock disappeared between her wide cuntlips once more.

"Yes!" said Egold. "I like watching you ride me! Watching your heavy tits flop around as you fuck me!"

That earned him a kiss. Sanantha leaned forward, careful not to break the connection, and inserted her tongue into Egold's mouth. The effect was immediate. He stiffened and pushed her away. "Oh, San! I'm going to come!"

"Come for me then, darling!" Sanantha wasbeyond thrilled!

"Ah... ah... ah!" Egold stiffened, and Sanantha felt her cunt fill up with hot sticky seed. For Egold, it felt like he was urinating continuously inside of her.

But that's not what he was thinking about.

Sananthascreanedhim during his moment of triumphant. He wasn't thinking ofher; he was thinking of a completely different woman!

Sanantha pulled out even as Egold's penis was still spurting seed.

"Hey! Why did you stop before I was done?" he complained, his voice full of hurt. His sperm shot a high arc in the air before landing on the floor some feet away.

"You know why," said Sanantha, wiping leaking sperm off her cuntlips like it was poison.

"No I don't," said Egold, sitting up. "San, what is it?" He tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off.

"It's her!" said Sanantha.

"Who?"

"Who?" Sanantha said, imitating him like an owl. "You know who! That whore of yours, the new one! Don't deny it!"

Egold ran a hand through his rich golden hair. "San, you can't condemn me for a random thought."

Sanantha gave him a poisonous look. "I see how you look at her. You look at her the way youusedto look at me!" She got up abruptly, and reached for her silky triangle. She slipped it on, even as her enormous cunt was still leaking sperm.

"San, that's not true. It's totally not like that!"

"It totally is!" she said, snapping on her enormous breast control collar. She reached for her skirt and blouse. "Let me know when your latest infatuation has passed."

"San-"

But she was gone.

********

Herb Rayburn didn't have toscreanhis mistress to knowsomethingwas bothering her. When Sanantha had returned to her apartment she had disrobed, spread her tall legs and gave him a knowing look. Herb looked at his Mistress's shiny, sticky clit and realized that someone, probably her lover Egold, had just come on it. But one dark glance from his mistress was enough to get him to start sucking. And so he distastefully inserted it into his mouth.He was a slave, Ihan said in his head.

Because she was a big woman, Sanantha's enlarged clitoris was especially big, like a small penis. Nevertheless Herb sucked it, trying to ignore the telltale sweet taste of what was almost certainly another Master's cum. Her micropenis stiffened and enlarged in his mouth, pleasing his Mistress mightily... as well as Ihan, who rewarded Herb with a tingling in his cock.

"Ah... ah... ah... that's it, Ihan." He felt a hand gently playing with his hair. That was good. Very good. Herb had learned that his mistresses mood's were like the weather. If she was in a bad mood he could get punished, even if he were not the source of the problem. Fortunately by now he had learned how to pleasure her and she had developed a certain fondness for him... if any Iskari could be said to be fond of a slave.

Before long he had her moaning and gasping and crying, "Softer! Softer now!" and he knew he she had climaxed. He very gently sucked her enlarged clit until she stopped moaning, and then let it slide out of his mouth with a pop.

"Better, Mistress?" he asked.

She gave him a glare.

Oh oh.

"Is everything all right, Mistress?" Herb asked.

"It's allyourfault," she said, sitting up abruptly. She rubbed one of her blue tits as if it bothered her.

"W-what is my fault, Mistress?"

"That whore you pointed my way.Anaiya." She said the name as if it were poison.

"Anaiya? Mistress, I'm sorry, I don't know anyone named-"

"You knew her as Donna Besch," she said, giving him an accusing stare. "Does that jog your memory now?"

Donna? So Donna had been Seeded?Herb had no idea!

"You... you Seeded Donna, Mistress?" said Herb, trying to understand. He had thought ifanyonewould be sent to seed Donna Besch, it would be him! In a way, he felt cheated.

She got up abruptly and walked around him in a circle. "You said she was ugly. You said she was undesirable. In your totally transparent way, you were trying to protect her, I know."

Herb had no answer for that.

"I gave her to Egold as a gift. Abigmistake," said Sanantha. "The fool is infatuated with her."

"Mistress?"

She glared at him. "She's got to go."

"Go, mistress?"

Sanantha played with her bright red hair as she stared at her heavy tits in the holomirror. "I'm going to kill her. With the Iskariata."

"Kill her? No, Mistress!" Herb cried. He clutched one of her hands tightly.

SLAP!

Herb went sprawling across the carpet. Sanantha stood before him, her hands on her hips, with her enormous tits forming looming shadows over his head and chest. Her bright red bushy pubic triangle stared down at him. "Donna Besch must die."

********

Donna Besch was giving a very private ballet performance. Classical music played in the background as she lifted her arms gracefully and walked on tipey toes across the room. Her master Egold sat on the couch, sipping wine as he watched her.

"Nice," he said, as she did graceful swan steps across the living room. Donna did a leap for joy and then another and another.Master was pleased!

They had talked about her musical talents in very perfunctory way when Donna had taken the Seed. Egold knew she had not only done ballet but was also proficient in violin, cello, piano, and flute. But today for the first time Egold had questioned her closely about her musical skills, what she played and what her level of proficiency was. Then he had requested to see her perform. Donna felt a certain grace as she flew through the air with another leap. This was not Anaiya; this was allher!

Donna sensed her master was enjoying her performance, but also something else as well. She felt his eyes on the joining between her legs. She was wearing white leggings and a black leotard which only accentuated the v shaped tightness between her legs, which was a mounting subject of her Master's desire. Her suspicions were only confirmed when he ordered her to undress entirely.

"You... you want to use my body now, Master?" she asked. As a slave, she knew that her prime purpose was to be used sexually by her Master, whenever and however he wanted.

"Not yet," said Egold. "I want to see you dance."

"Naked?"

"Um hm," he said, lifting his glass to his lips once more.

And so Donna Besch got undressed in front of her Master. He had seen her naked many times before, of course, but she couldn't help but feel self conscious as her market melons and round ass came into his view. She gave him a nervous look, which he returned with a sexy smile.

"You may begin," he said.

And so once again Donna Besch did her swan stretches, her tippy toe frolics, and her great leaps. She rapidlyscreanedand sensed the growing hunger in her master's mind as he stared at her firm, round ass; at her round market melons as they flopped around with every leap, and especially the furry slit between her legs which was exposed to him with every leap. She risked glances at him as she pranced around to light piano music and saw his amusing grin. She sensed he wanted sex but also something else, something she couldn't quite identify.

And then she heard the word "Freeze!" and Donna Besch froze. She was in an especially awkward position, her right arm stretched downwards while her left leg was lifted in the air. She immediately realized that in this position her vaginal lips were stretched as wide as they could, revealing a provocatively circular hole at the base of her bleached blonde pubic hair.

"Don't move!" said Egold, as her arms and legs started to waver. She was like a tree swaying in the breeze.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Egold, holding up a Pad right next to her widely spread cunt lips.He was recording this! Why?And then he stepped backwards, to record more of her body and the expression on her face.

Donna gulped and stared straight ahead, concentrating on her pose. After a minute she felt her legs and arms starting to ache. "Master!" she cried.

"Stand firm," he said.

Donna sensed movement out of the corner of her eye but didn't dare look.

"Master!" she repeated, her legs aching now.

"Just a few seconds longer," he said.

Donna was torn by the accumulated muscle pain and her desire to please her master.She must obey!

And then, just as she was about to collapse, she felt a hand on her hip and another on her raised thigh. She turned around, risking a glimpse, and saw her master, naked from the waist down, his penis already erect (had she done that to him simply by dancing???), aiming for the sweet spot between her vaginal lips. Donna's eyes widened as he entered her. He settled in her slowly, and she smiled involuntarily as she felt the familiar thickness fill her. Then he started to pump her in and out, even while he held onto her hip and thigh for support.

"Oh, Master," said Donna, with a pleased smile. Even with his support, her body was wavering with every thrust. But somehow Egold was doing it, making love to her while she was in this classic ballet pose. She saw the look of intense determination on his face as his big blue tipped cock thrusted in and out of her. His enormous testicles, bulging out of their scrotal sack, were bobbing every which way was as he took her. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

Donna hated to ruin it for him, but felt herself losing control, even with her help. "Master!" she cried.

"All right. Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, pulling out of her. Then he lifted her and carried her off in his arms.

"Oh, Master!" Donna cried, kissing him gleefully. It was so romantic!

********

They made love. By now Donna had completely accepted the fact that she was his slave. She still loved Ryan, her fiance, but in a distinct, abstract sort of way. She belonged to Egold now, she thought firmly as he pounded into her pussy.

After he climaxed, he played with little blonde hairs over her forehead and stared at her in a way that made her uncomfortable.

"Master?" she said.

"Is Donna Besch still in there?" he asked.

Donna stiffened.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" he said mildly.

"Yes," Donna whispered. "Donna Besch... is still in here," she said.

Egold paused, considering. He reached down and started to stroke her pussy lips, which still had sticky silvery residue on them. "How long has it been since your True Identity emerged?"

"Let me think," said Donna, trying to swallow down her rising panic. "Twelve... yes, I believe twelve days. Why?"

Egold looked at her. "By now you should have Gone Away."

"Really?"

"Really," he said, his finger lingering on her clitoris, making her bite back a gasp. "Most slaves usually Go Away within a day or two, a week or two at most."

"A week or two," Donna said, smiling nervously. "Well, it's only been 12 days!" She tried to laugh and failed.

Egold jumped off the bed. "Get up."

"Master?"

"I said get up! I'm tired of repeating myself."

Donna jumped to her feet.

A familiar doorway appeared with bright shining white light.

"Take my hand," said Egold.

"Master?" said Donna fearfully.

"I SAID, TAKE MY HAND."

Donna reluctantly took his hand. He grabbed it in an iron grip, and they marched to the light filled doorway.

********

They walked through the Chamber of Decorations.

"Master?" Donna said fearfully, her heart pounding in her chest.

The narrow corridor was lined with naked slaves not currently in use, slaves stacked on top of slaves stacked on top of slaves 20 feet high.

"Master?" Donna said again, seeing the frozen face of a familiar redheaded slave. Bernetal. Her name was Bernetal. A former Survey Service Captain, she had said. She had been Egold's slave... until he had no further use for her. "Please, Master, don't do this to me! I promise I'll be good!"

His grip was implacable. They marched down the corridor, into a room of endless whiteness. Surroundings rushed towards them. They saw hundreds of slaves, mindlessly masturbating as they prayed to the giant blue statue of their Master.

"Omni... Omni... Omni...." they chanted, as they rubbed their cocks and their clits.

"I've done everything you've ever asked of me!" Donna cried.

"Omni... Omni... Omni...." Donna recognized Karen Jenkins, a fellow student from medical school, rubbing her clit with devoted eyes as she vaginally worshipped the Great One.

"If I've displeased you in some way...." Donna babbled. She stared up at the giant 20 foot tall statue, at the bright red eyes glaring down at her and shuddered.

They kept walking, past the worshippers, and a tree came into view.The Tree of Life.

"Please, Master, please! Forgive me!" she cried, at a loss for what else to say. She was fast marched past Spesapalda and Allegra. Spesapalda's eyes widened in horror and Allegra's jaw dropped open as they realized what was happening.Donna was about to be put on the Tree.

The Tree was in full view now. She saw people hanging horizontally face down, branches impaled in their backs and limbs. Their faces looked empty and lifeless. "Master! I LOVE YOU!" Donna cried one last time, her heart pounding wildly, as they marched closer and closer to it...

...and then past it. A new area surged forward to them, an area filled with musicians.

"Master?" said Donna, in a confused tone. People were playing musical instruments, but she didn't recognize any of them.

Egold spoke for the first time. "The Tree is only for disobedient slaves, or slaves who fail their Master in some way or other. Don't fail me, Anaiya."

"Oh Master, I won't! I promise I never will!" She hugged him tightly. "What... what are we doing here, Master. If I may ask?" she added quickly.

"We are here to meet your destiny," said Egold. He casually plucked an instrument out of the hand of a slave who was playing it. "This is anUbantu," he said. It looked a little like a clarinet, except that the end curved upwards like a saxophone. He put it in her hands. "You will play it."

"Oh Master, I don't know how," said Donna, fingering the unfamiliar instrument. "I've never even played a woodwind instrument!"

"Play!" said Egold, in a harsh tone.

I'll help you, Donna.

Donna hesitantly put her fingers on the instrument. She didn't even know how to blow into it. What was she expected to do?

And then Donna started to play. Donna Besch had never even seen this instrument before.But Anaiya had. To her surprise, music started to come out of the upward curved bell shape. The other slaves stopped playing and listened.

Rich tunes started to come out of theUbantu.Donna Besch didn't know how she was doing it, but she was. It was like she was relying on muscle memory, Anaiya's muscle memory. As she played she saw the other slaves watching her. So was Egold.

Egold's face was carefully calm. He knew the risk he was taking. Or, to be more precise, he knew the risk that Donna Besch was taking. He had seen anUbantuliterally blow a musician's head apart. He was taking that risk with Donna Besch now, and more. That was why he had misled her into thinking he was going to put her on the Tree for disobedience. He wanted her to be as motivated as possible.

Donna saw that Egold seemed to be waiting for something. Whatwashe waiting for? And then his eyes widened and Donna looked where he was looking. A small green sprout came out of the white nothingness of the ground. As Donna played, the sprout grew into a plant before her very eyes and grew taller and taller. Donna heard the slaves behind her go "ooooh" and "ahhhh". She watched as the plant grew knee high, and then stopped. She stopped playing as well.

"Keep going!" said Egold.

Donna resumed playing. Egold watched anxiously. If the plant grew tall enough to bear fruit, Donna would be required to eat it. The Fruit of Life would either kill her, or show that she wasKarinko. If she wasKarinkoshe would be made to walk the Pattern, which could also kill her. But if she succeeded the Great Master would be freed.Fanshenwould occur! And Egold would becomeNibletto all.

And all it would require was for Donna Besch to die when she stepped into the Source.

Donna resumed playing with a frightful look. She stared hard at the green plant. But however strongly she played, nothing happened. It grew to knee height... and no farther.

Egold waved his hand dismissively and Donna stopped playing. "Were you expecting more, Master?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course he was. You're a disappointment, in every way."

Egold turned to see Sanantha standing there, looking defiant with her hands on her hips. She was wearing bright white tights which showed off every one of the heavy breasted woman's exquisite curves, a change from the formal wear that most masters wore in the White Room.

"You have something to say, San?" said Egold.

"I'm taking her from you." She took Donna by the wrist and pulled her away from him. "This slave is now mine."

Egold looked amused. "You can't do that and you know it."

"I can and I will," said Sanantha. "Unless you'll fight me for her."

"I won't fight you, Sanantha," said Egold.

"Then she is mine."

A wide eyed Donna silently appealed to Egold for help. What this this angry redheaded giant woman want with her?

"I won't fight you, but you still can't take her," said Egold.

Sanantha tapped a foot impatiently. "Fine. I'll fight her."

"What?" said Donna.

"A sparring match," said Sanantha. "I invokeIskariata!"

"You can't fight unless I allow it," said Egold.

"You can't stop me unless you fight me in her stead," said Sanantha. "It's just a sparring match. What are you afraid of?"

Egold frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Finally he turned to Donna. "You will have to fight her."

"What?" Donna was incredulous. "Master, I can't-"

"You can and you will," said Egold.

A circular track suddenly appeared. Part of the track had a raised platform with ramps on either end of it. Glowing green daggers appeared in Sanantha's hands, and in Donna's. Sanantha swished her daggers through the air.