The Seed

She was now Teitelbaum, a Grade A Breeder in the service of the Grand Iskari Empire.

What kind of name was Teitelbaum?It was the least of Margie's worries, but she did ponder it. She also pondered the rest of it. She was also abreeder. At the height of her sexual ecstasy, as John was filling her hot, wet, tight cunt with thick, sticky, silvery seed, she had been informed of Omni's master plan for her. She was going to be impregnated with an alien creature calledKarinkowho would free Omni from captivity. Margie shuddered. She had never met Omni, but had an ESPer vision of him, the giant scaley creature with bright red eyes and the enormous horn sticking out of his head. Margie sensed he was evil. She was to be impregnated with an alien creature who would free this monster from captivity!

Margie woke up early the following morning. Rob had not come back yet from his fishing trip, which was a good thing. She wasn't nearly prepared to face him. She stared out at the window at the bright yellow sun of Vega II. She tried to reconcile her fate and found she simply couldn't. And so Margie reached not outwards but inwards with her ESPer powers. She "looked" at the Psychic Seed which John had implanted in her mind during their torrid sexual encounter the night before. She saw it lodged there, sitting in her brain. She knew it would not show up on ordinary scans. It existed only on the psychic plain of existence. She saw it just beginning to grow roots, roots which would eventually spread to every corner of her mind. Margie wondered if she could pry it out. She psychically pried at the beginning stub of a single root. Her eyebrows lifted as it snapped off. Not yet being attached to anything, it seemed easy to remove. She tried another stub and had the same result.

Could it really be that easy?Margie looked at the Seed in her mind and took a deep breath, summoning all her ESPer abilities. She was rated 88 out of 100, a very respectable rating, but she didn't know if this would work. She reached out and tried to pry the Seed out of her brain. She heard, or thought she heard, an imagined high pitched primal scream as she pried on it. "Arrrggghhhh!" The Seed tried to fight back, gripping her brain tissue as tightly as it could. Margie pulled harder. She grimaced as she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her head. She ignored the pain. She couldn't stop now. She took another deep breath andpulled!

"Oooowwww!" Margie cried, dropping to the ground. Her head was throbbing.

But the sense of fullness in her head was gone.

She tentatively scanned her brain.

The psychic Seed was gone.

She was free!

********

John took her in his arms at breakfast and gave her a strong kiss. "Sleep well, Mom?"

She looked at him warily. Could John sense that her Seed was gone? "Yes, I slept fine."

John nodded. "Our master wants to meet you right after breakfast."

Their master.At first Margie thought she should try to delay, but then realized she might be able to turn the situation to her advantage. She hadn't been able to learn enough about the Seed to free John or his sister Susan, but maybe she could learn something from John's master which might help.

"Of course, dear," she said, smiling gamely. "Right after you eat your space bacon."

John nodded, wolfing down his breakfast.

*********

John drove her to the fancy apartment building where his master lived. They rode up the elevator in silence until John said, "You have to be careful about her, Mom. Fumeko requires absolute obedience."

"I'll keep that in mind, son," said Margie.

The apartment door was unlocked. They went inside to see a Japanese woman with piercing eyes wearing a black sheer kimono which showed off her heavy Japanese tits. She was tapping her foot impatiently, holding a glass of wine her hand as they came in.

"So finally," she said impatiently.

It was the woman Margie had seen talking to John at BloomySteinFelds. The woman she had had an ESPer vision of fucking John, of giving him the Seed. John'smaster.

John made the introductions. "Mistress, this is my Mom Margie, who is also Teitelbaum, a Grade A Breeder."

Fumeko frowned as if she didn't like what she saw. "So this is you. It took lot of effort and time to bring you in."

Margie wasn't sure what to say to that so she said nothing.

"Breeder, eh?"

"Yes, Mistress," said John.

A wintery smile appeared on Fumeko's face as she swished her glass of wine, which was as red as her thick Japanese lips. "Maybe Iscreanedcorrectly about you. You ESPer 88, correct?"

"She is, Mistress," said John.

"She can speak," said Fumeko, her eyebrows converging as she looked annoyed.

"Y-yes, Mistress," said Margie hesitantly.

Fumeko nodded. "You may be right one. You makeKarinko, you bringFanshen, free the Great One, and I be rewarded. I beNiblet,Omni's right hand woman."

Margie barely understood what she was saying but she nodded slowly.

"All right. Let us see what you can do. Take off your clothes. Both of you."

Take off your clothes.Already Margie was beginning to regret coming here. She looked into John's eyes and he shook his head minutely. They had no choice.

Mother and Son each took off their shirt at the same time. Margie reached behind her and unlocked her breast control collar. As she took it off she felt the glare of Fumeko's hardfaced stare. The Japanese woman looked at Margie's heavy breasts and swirled her drink some more. "Not bad," she said, giving a little leer.

Their respective pants came next. Margie felt Fumeko eat up her long smooth legs with her eyes and wondered if Fumeko liked girls. Margie knew Fumeko had slept with her son but also wondered if-

"I not have all day," she said with a frown.

Margie took a deep breath and removed her silky triangle. John did the same. And then mother and son stood side by side nude while their master inspected them. Margie had gotten used to being naked with her son but standing there under Fumeko's prying eyes made her feel like an object, a thing, a possession, little more than a walking talking side of beef. She felt Fumeko's gaze on her vagina and breasts before her attention turned to John. Fumeko gazed in an obvious way at his penis and then gave him a smile as she gently pet it. John leaned forward to kiss her but she slapped his face.

WACKK!

"Did not tell you to kissy kissy," she said sternly. Then she gave a little smile. "All right."

John leaned forward and gave Fumeko an eager kiss, one which made Margie feel irrationally jealous. When he pulled back Fumeko smiled at Margie. "I gave him to you. You realize this? I gave him to you! You may thank me now."

"T-thank you," said Margie. She looked at John, who mouthed a word. "T-thank you... Mistress." She saw Fumeko tapping her foot again and realized more was needed. "Thank you for giving me my son's body."

"You like fuckey fuckey with SonCock?" she asked, swirling her wine again.

"Yes, Mistress, very much," said Margie truthfully.

"SonCock feel good inside of you? You like big SonDick in MomPussy while Big Daddy away at work?" She was clearly trying to provoke her.

"Yes, Mistress," said Margie quietly.

"You OWE me," said Fumeko, stabbing a finger at her accusingly. "You owe me big time!" She gave a shrill whistle.

Two younger Japanese women came out of the bedroom. Both were redheads. Both were also completely nude. The sweaty shapes of their body gave a clue to what they had been doing.

"You wanted us, Mistress?" said Jajina.

"No, just you," said Fumeko, sipping her wine.

"Me?" said Cruela.

"No, you," said Fumeko, gesturing to Jajina. "But you can help too." She spoke rapidly in a long string of Japanese.

Both girls' eyebrows shot up, but they only said, "Yes, Mistress." They returned to the bedroom.

"Follow me," said Fumeko, sauntering into the bedroom.

The bed was a mess. Clearly something had just been going on there. The room reeked of sex. Fumeko opened her transparent black kimono and folded it over a chair. Then she lay on the bed on her back. "You, with me. You, Teitelbaum," she said, patting the bed besides her.

Margie took a few seconds to remember that she was Teitelbaum now. She gave a confused look as she climbed into bed with Fumeko. Was Fumeko going to use her sexually? Fumeko had her lie on her back right next to her.

"What... what does Mistress require?" Margie said, with a gulp.

"Less talking," said Fumeko sternly.

They watched as one of the Japanese girls took something out of a drawer and strapped it onto the other girl's waist. It was a phallus!

"Stop moving," Cruela complained, as she tried to strap it on her companion.

"I'm not moving," said Jajina.

"Yes you are," said Cruela. "There, it's done."

A hard rod stood up at a 45 degree angle from Jajina's waist. Then Fumeko motioned for her and John to join them.

Margie's vain hope that John might be her sex partner was dashed as John got up top of Fumeko and Jajina got on top of her. She looked at the phallus jutting out of Jajina's groin and was very afraid for what might happen next.

Fumeko turned to Margie. "Have you anything to tell me, slave?"

Margie looked confused. "To tell you, Mistress? About what?"

Fumeko turned to John and Jajina. "You may begin."

Margie watched as her son leaned forward and kissed his Mistress passionately. Part of her groaned silently. John seemed to enjoy it a bit too much!

And then she felt Jajina's lips press against her own. "Kiss me back," Jajina said.

"I'm not a lesbian," Margie whispered.

"Kiss me back!" Jajina said, with real fear in her eyes.

The next time Jajina kissed her, Margie kissed her back. But she felt nothing. She wasn't attracted to women in that way! Still, the two couples kissed strongly. Margie felt Jajina's hands all over her body, squeezing her tits before moving down her legs.

"How is she?" Cruela asked.

"Big floppy tits," Jajina reported. "But nice for a change."

"You don't deserve my tits," Cruela decided.

"I don't deserve your mouth," said Jajina.

"Focus," said Fumeko sternly, and the girls went silent.

Things progressed from there and before long Fumeko whispered in John's ear and he nodded, raising and spreading her knees. Jajina did the same with Margie, aiming the phallus lower. John's cockhead started to play with the entrance to Fumeko's vagina. Margie felt the phallus start to play with the entrance to... to....

"No!" Margie cried. "That's the wrong hole!"

"Not the wrong hole," said Fumeko. "Very right hole. Unless you have something to tell me, slave?"

Something to tell her? What was Fumeko referring to?

"Begin then," said Fumeko.

Margie watched as her son slowly slipped his penis into Fumeko's vagina, neatly splitting the bright red lips nestled at the bottom of her dark pubic triangle. How Margie wished that could be her! She felt a wave of jealousy as Fumeko said, "Ahhhhh" as she was entered.

And then Margie gasped as she felt the phallus enter her ass. Margie cried out as the phallus opened up her asshole for the very first time.

"Big big, too big!" she cried.

"Nonsense," said Cruela, "Jaj and I have had two sizes larger in us, haven't we Jaj?"

"Ahhhh!" Margie cried out with pain on her face as the phallus sunk deep inside her. And then it began to move back and forth. "Oh... no... oh no. Oh no! Please, no!"

"What is wrong, slave?" Fumeko inquired. "You are slave. You should enjoy everything your master gives you!"

"Mistress, she just took the Seed yesterday. Her True Identity hasn't has time to emerge yet," said John apologetically, even as he plunged into her.

"Nonsense! She is Seeded. She is slave! Aren't you,Teitelbaum?" said Fumeko.

Margie gritted her teeth as the phallus pumped in and out of her asshole. Jajina's face was blank, neither mean nor sympathetic; she was simply a slave performing her duty.

"SonCock feels very good inside me," said Fumeko smugly, as she wrapped her slender arms around John's back. "We knew he was the perfect tool to get you. You could not resist fucky fucky with SonCock, could you?"

"No, Mistress," Margie gasped.

"Which you like better, SonCock or Dadcock?" Fumeko asked.

Margie watched her son's long erection moving in and out of Fumeko's vagina. "SonCock, Mistress."

Fumeko smiled. "You real slutty slutty, aren't you? You fuck anything with cock and balls, won't you!"

"Of course she will, Mistress," said John, answering smoothly for her.

"You better! You my slave now, Teitelbaum! You fuck whoever I tell you, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress," Margie gasped, wincing as the phallus thrust into her asshole again.

"You better! You better if you know what is good for you!" said Fumeko sternly. She regarded John. "Make me come! Make me come now on big thicky thicky juicy BoyCock! Make me come while I enjoy unhappy face of lying deceitful SluttyMom!" She turned to Jajina. "You thrust harder too. Make her come as I do."

"Yes, Mistress," said Jajina. Her body was a sheen of sweat.

Both Jajina and John started to thrust harder. Fumeko groaned with pleasure as she was reamed. But it had the opposite effect on Margie. The phallus felt rough and unpleasant in her ass. "Please, not so hard!"

"I... sorry," Jajina whispered, casting a fearful glance at her mistress. She continued to thrust back and force rapidly, taking Margie in the ass whether she liked it or not.

"Nooooo!" Margie wailed as her ass was helpless to resist this anal invasion.

Fumeko suddenly grabbed John's head to her, pried open his mouth with her lips and thrust her tongue into it. Suddenly her entire body shook violently as two of her holes were intensely stimulated. She cried out something in Japanese and the entire bed shook. And then she pushed John away and collapsed on the bed. She gave the slightest of hand gestures and Jajina stopped as well.

"Ooooooh," Margie cried as the anal invasions ceased. Her asshole was intensely sore.

Fumeko smiled at her. "Was that good, slave? A slave can be made to enjoy any sensation. You should have enjoyed it. Perhaps you need some more." She opened her mouth to give a command-

"No!" Margie cried.

John looked shocked.

"No?" said Fumeko.

"I... I'm not Seeded," said Margie.

"What?" said John. "But I Seeded you!"

SLAP!

John rubbed his red cheek.

"You stupid fool. Get off of me," said Fumeko, pushing him away. She got up slowly, and gestured for them to do the same.

"You thought I stupid, didn't you?" said Fumeko.

Margie didn't answer.

"Tell me truth. He never Seeded you, did he?"

"No! He did!" said Margie, not wanting John to get in trouble with his Mistress. "I... I removed my Seed."

"Removed it?" said Fumeko.

"With my ESPer abilities," said Margie.

Fumeko stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. She turned to John. "You are lucky I believe this slut. Otherwise punishment for you even greater." She tapped her foot and turned back to Margie. "Taking you was great deal of time and effort, and still not done. But worth it if you can give birth toKarinkoand bring aboutFanshen." She turned to John again and pointed a bony finger at him. "Giving you one last chance. You Seed her, and stay with her day and night to make sure she not do fuckyfucky with Seed, you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Get dressed." She waved her hand dismissively and stomped out of the room.

********

As they rode down the elevator John said, "I'm sorry about that, Mom."

"It's not your fault. You didn't know," said Margie.

"Once you take the Seed again, things will get a lot better," said John.

"No John, they won't," she said. "John, Omni is evil. I can sense it!"

"He is our master," said John stubbornly.

"Not mine," said Margie. "I won't let myself be impregnated with some alien creature which will let this monster loose on the galaxy."

"I'm afraid you have no choice, Mom," said John.

When they got to the aircar John opened the door and got into the driver's seat. "Mom?" he said, calling to her.

Margie looked at the car door. If she got in, her fate would be sealed.

She ran.

*******

Margie didn't go to the police. She knew they wouldn't believe her. So instead she went to the local office of the World Government. Vega II was a proud member of the galactic World Government, with the same system of cradle to grave social benefits as citizens enjoyed on Earth. She started with a Social Welfare Officer, and explained everything as rapidly and concisely as she could.

"I know it all sounds incredible, Mrs. Perez-Pena," said Margie. She didn't really expect an obese Spanishy social worker with two inch dangling earrings to understand what she was talking about. But she hoped she could get a referral to someone who worked for Homeplanet Security. "But I was hoping I could speak to someone in the security establishment, a military official or a scientist."

"I have just the man for you, Mrs. Sullivan," said Mrs. Perez Pena, and in short order she was led to the office of another official named Dr. Jonathon Hebrewberger. Dr. Hebrewberger had a big nose and a black wart at the end of it. Margie, in her highly agitated state, just assumed that Dr. Hebrewberger was a technical expert on psionics or psychic ability. She spilled out all the details of what had happened to her family. Dr. Hebrewberger patiently let her tell her story until the end which both partially pleased and unnerved her.

Finally when she was done she said, "Well?"

Dr. Hebrewberger nodded. "A very unusual story, Doctor Sullivan. If I understand correctly, you had sex with your adult son because you thought he had been taken over by aliens, correct?"

"Well... kind of." Margie squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. She hadn't wanted the authorities to dwell on the more embarrassing aspects of her story. "He seduced me, you see? But that's not the important thing-"

"I think the important thing is that you began a sexual relationship with your son, you feel embarrassed by it, and your mind responded defensively by coming up with a story about aliens in order to explain it," said Dr. Hebrewberger. "This way you could absolve yourself of guilt."

"No, it wasn't like that at all!" Margie cried.

"And what about your daughter Susan? When you caught her having sex with other men, you claimed she was taken over by aliens and you called her a whore, didn't you?"

"No! She called herself a whore!" Margie cried.

"Doctor Sullivan." Dr. Hebrewberger pushed back against his chair. "We have seen these kinds of coping complexes before."

"Coping complexes? What kind of Doctor are you?"

"A doctor of psychology," said Dr. Hebrewberger. "What did you think I was? A doctor of psychic investigations?"

"Yes!" said Margie. She stood up abruptly. "I don't have time for this-"

Suddenly the door opened and a handsome man in the uniform of Homeplanet Security entered. "Dr. Hebrewberger? Captain Farber would like to see Dr. Sullivan."

Margie could practically have hugged him.

********

Captain Andrea Farber was a very attractive redhead who filled out her Survey Service dayshirt quite nicely, and was about the same age as Margie. She told Margie that she was on temporary special assignment with Homeplanet Security on Vega II. "I'm sorry for the mixup, Doctor Sullivan. You should never have been sent to Doctor Hebrewberger. Even the World Government makes mistakes! When I heard your story I ordered you brought here immediately."

Margie eagerly poured out her story to her. When she was done, she said, "You believe me, don't you? Please say you believe me!"

"Of course I believe you," said Andrea. "We've been having reports of these aliens who operate on psychic planes of existence for some time. I myself have first hand knowledge of them."