The Seed

MacGruder & Loud Part II

MacGruder & Loud Part II

Jenny Loud had noticed her partner Bill MacGruder acting strangely over the past week, ever since he had stopped the mysterious blonde with the electrifying smile named Whiskey Iskari. He started sending odd smiles her way, staring at her in ways which made her a bit uncomfortable. He started complimenting her more, telling her how pretty she looked, touching her arms and hands at times that were not strictly necessary.

And then one day while they were in their patrol car he turned to her and said, "You have the most beautiful bedroom eyes."

Jenny slammed her hand on the seat. "That's enough! Bill, what's been getting into you?"

"Into me?" MacGruder looked amused.

"The past few days. You've been eating me up with your eyes."

"You've been a very tasty meal," said MacGruder

Jenny smiled. "We've always had a relaxed back and forth which I appreciate. But it's starting to feel that you're probing those boundaries. You keep telling me how beautiful and attractive I am."

"Youarebeautiful and attractive, Jenny," said MacGruder, staring plainly at the shape of her breasts in her tight blue uniform.

"What's going on, Bill? Really?" she asked him.

MacGruder smiled. "Have a drink with me after work, Jenny, and you'll find out."

*********

They were in a lower class bar on the other side of town. It wouldn't do to be seen together where one of their coworkers might drop by. Jenny listened to his story quietly, only commenting when he was done.

"That's it? That's all of it?"

"That's all of it," said MacGruder.

"So... you had sex with this woman apparently named Whiskey. She gave you some kind of Seed which turned you into Agmennin, a fierce Skari Warrior."

"Agmenon, a fierce Iskari Warrior. Yes," said MacGruder.

"Come on, Bill!" She smiled at him. "Come on." She said again. "You're pulling my leg."

"I want to pull much more than that," MacGruder said, running his hand up her thighs.

"Bill!" she looked around. "We can't. You know that."

"Do I?" said MacGruder. "I want you. And I know you want me."

"Maybe I do," said Jenny softly. "But we're married, Bill."

"We can keep it a secret," said MacGruder, as his hand continued to rub her thigh.

"I don't keep secrets from Michael," said Jenny.

"Don't you?"

Jenny stiffened. "What do you mean?"

MacGruder gave her a look. "What about that certain other profession you were in, before you entered the police academy?"

"What other profession?" Jenny looked confused.

"Don't play dumb with me, Jenny. You were a stripper."

"What?" Jenny's eyes went wide.

"You were a stripper." MacGruder stared at her. It wasn't a question.

"How... how could you possibly know that?" Jenny whispered. She looked so vulnerable now.

"I know," MacGruder grinned. "The question is, does the Force know?"

"No," Jenny looked down. "I never would have been admitted to the Academy."

"And Michael?"

"Of course he doesn't know!" said Jenny. "Why are you telling me this? What do you plan to do with this information? Bill, I thought I was your friend!"

"Youaremy friend, Jenny. And we are about to become significantly closer friends. Come to my squad car and we'll talk about it."

********

Jenny Loud could not believe it. She was in the backseat of Bill's squad car and he was on top of her, kissing her strongly.

"Bill! People could see us here!"

"Let them look," said MacGruder. "Kiss me back, Jenny."

"No! Bill, no!"

"Kiss me back, or Michael will know the truth."

Jenny swallowed heavily. "Go ahead. It was before I ever met him. He can handle the truth that I did a little adult dancing."

"But can he handle the other kind of sex work you also did?"

"What do you mean?"

"The kind where you took money from patrons to have sex with them after your shift was over?"

Jenny's eyes widened in shock. "How could you know that? How could you possibly know that?"

"It doesn't matter, Jenny. What matters is that I do," said MacGruder. "Now kiss me back. Kiss me back if you want your sordid secrets kept safe with me."

He kissed her again, and felt satisfaction as he felt her kissing him back. "You want this, Jenny. You know you do."

"No, I don't," said Jenny. "Not like this, Bill!"

"Soon you will want it more than anything," MacGruder assured her. He opened the fastenings on her police shirt, revealing the cups of her shapely breast control collar. Jenny wore a police-issued breast control collar, he saw approvingly, with the World Government's image of a man leaning forward while another man grabbed him from behind at the waist burned into each of the control cups. Instead of going through the cumbersome step of removing her control collar in the backseat of his police cruiser, he simply lifted it up and pulled it above her breasts. When he saw Jenny's breasts for the very first time he whistled. "Nice tits, Jenny!"

She blushed furiously. MacGruder started to squeeze them as he kissed her again. "I complimented your tits, Jenny. When a master compliments you, the least you can say is thank you."

"You arenotmy master," Jenny grunted, as her partner squeezed her fleshy tits.

"That's where you're wrong, Jenny. You are my slave. Omni's slave," said MacGruder. "Soon pleasuring men will be your highest priority. Youronlypriority." Things progressed from there and soon MacGruder's blue tipped cock was pressing against the entrance to Jenny Loud's vagina.

"Bill--please don't do this!" Jenny cried.

"Once you are Seeded you will not ask for it. You will beg for it." And then, with the certainty given him by the Seed which controlled his mind, Bill MacGruder inserted his penis inside his partner Jenny Loud.

Jenny groaned as she was entered. She was having sex with her partner! She had betrayed Michael!

"Ooooohhhh," she gasped, as MacGruder started moving inside of her.

MacGruder gave a broad Iskari smile. "You like it, don't you, Jenny? All the teases, all the flirting... you were always attracted to me, weren't you?" His blue tipped cock moved in her rhythmically.

"Yes, I do... but I shouldn't!" Jenny cried, feeling terribly conflicted.

MacGruder nodded with satisfaction. "You have just learned something important, Jenny. Any skilled man can make a woman enjoy sex. What you think are your wants or desires do not enter into it. Once you are taken by a real man, you will never be able to get enough of it." He smiled again as his penis moved deeply inside her and the sexy blonde groaned again. "You enjoyed being the prettiest woman on the Force, didn't you? You enjoyed having the male gaze on you all the time. Your hair, your figure, your breasts. Didn't you, Jenny, didn't you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I did!" She rolled her head back and forth, feeling terribly terribly excited as MacGruder's cock pounded inside of her. She shouldn't be enjoying this... but she was!

"Well now your pleasure is going to increase tenfold, Jenny. You are no longer merely going to enjoy the male gaze. You're going to enjoy the male cock, a lot of them,. You are going to experience the greatest joys life can give as a slave of our master and Omni, Jenny. Our Master has the mostamazingplans for you."

"He does?"

MacGruder nodded. "Shedoes. You and I are going to be used to arrest people and use the force of law to seduce and fuck and enslave."

"Noooo!" Jenny cried. "It's a perversion of everything we stand for!"

"Now you're beginning to understand," said MacGruder approvingly as his cockhead was so intensely stimulated by Jenny's vaginal walls. As he pounded into Jenny's tight cunt, he felt the Seed building up in his mind. The hardness of it mirrored his increasingly hard cock. He was about to come...in more ways than one.

Jenny saw movement with her eyes. She saw faces, pressed against the sides of the Squad Cars.People were watching!"Bill... there are people watching us!" she cried.

"Your first public performance," said MacGruder approvingly. "You'll love the White Room, I just know it. Get ready for the climax, Jenny. It's going to be a big one!" He gasped and released inside of her, groaning as he felt like he was continuously urinating inside of her. MacGruder loved how Jenny's eyes widened in shock as he flooded into her. She had never felt that much sperm in her, never! And it was hot, hot hot hot! At the very same moment she was reacting from that, the Seed launched from MacGruder's mind into her own. Jenny groaned as the newly formed Seed was implanted deep in her brain.

"Slave," MacGruder murmured approvingly as he emptied the rest of his aching balls inside the blonde police woman. He slowly worked his shrinking penis in and out of her as he milked his remaining sperm out of him and into her. At that moment the blonde policewoman looked so beautiful, so sexy, with her breasts exposed and his cock plunged between her cuntlips, her face a mask of surprise and horror as her mind was mentally invaded. "Slave, slave, slave," he gasped, as he gave her everything he had.

********

"It is time for you to begin your work," said Egold the following day. It had been one day since he had taken her for the first time in the ass passionately, even lovingly. Things had returned to normal once more, with Egold expressing a shield of infuriating calmness around her.

"My work?" said Donna, sounding confused. "Master, I go to medical school, remember?"

"How could I forget?" Egold had been amused by the ridiculous bargain he had struck with his slave, allowing her to continue her studies while serving him as his slave. The demands on her time had allowed it, but Egold wondered if he had let this travesty go on too long. "In addition to becoming a first class doctor, you must also learn to become a first class whore."

"But Master, I, Anaiya, am a third class whore," said Donna slyly, as she wrapped her arms around him and demanded a kiss. She smiled as she got what she wanted.

Egold regarded her coolly as she was wrapped around him. "So I know. But it is time for you to get to work as a Seeker."

"A Seeker?"

"Yes, like your friends Allegra and Spesapalda. You must Seed people so the Empire can expand and prosper."

"You... you mean to fuck them, Master?"

"That's exactly what I mean, Anaiya," said Egold.

"But... I can't have sex with complete strangers!" Donna hugged him tightly. "Can't I just be your slave, Master? I enjoy serving only you!"

Egold smiled despite himself. His rebellious slave really did have endearing qualities. "I know that, but there are many ways of serving. You give your body eagerly to me, and that is good, but now you must learn that serving me requires you to give your body to others whenever I demand it."

"Oh." Donna looked crestfallen.

"Anaiya, the third class whore, would greet this challenge with great joy and gusto. Only Donna Besch, the personality I have been told was purged weeks ago, would have difficulty with it," said Egold pointedly. He enjoyed watching Donna wilt under his gaze.

"Uhhh......" Donna looked down at the floor.

"Perhaps there is something I can do to help. To make your initiation much easier."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Donna cried.

"Don't thank me yet," Egold warned her.

********

They were back in the White Room. Egold waited with unusual patience as the other Seekers welcomed his favorite slave. They seemed to have an unusual attraction to her. Spesapalda was not there, but most of the other Seekers were.

Allegra, the long brown haired beauty, elbowed aside the others to be first. She took her time with Donna once she had her in her arms, kissing her tenderly. "It's so nice to see you again, Donna Besch."

Aargati was next. She kissed Donna while her sister tapped her foot impatiently. When Aaragati's turn came, she squeezed Donna's ass tightly during the kiss, making her jump.

Vagimoss has a dreamy smile on her face as she rubbed her cunt sinuously against her as they kissed. "So nice to see you again, Donna Besch."

Mathilda with the short brown hair also kissed her leisurely, rubbing her hands up and down her back as she whispered in her ear, "I want you, Donna Besch."

Egold decided to step in at that moment. It was bad enough that all the girls were calling her by the wrong name, the name which could get her strung up on the Tree of Life if the other masters heard it. He pulled her away just as Jajina and Cruela were about to take their turn.

"Hey!" Cruela cried.

"Hey what?" said Egold, towering above her.

"Hey... heyllo, Master," said Cruela, giving a thin smile.

"It's time," said Egold.

"Time for what?" said Donna.

"For theKarinko-Boi," said Egold.

"TheKarinko-Boi? Are you pregnant, Donna Besch?" Allegra asked.

"No, should I be?" said Donna, confused as Egold led her away. He led her to a giant black and white checkerboard where slaves were busy fucking each other and waved his hand as a bed appeared. He placed Donna on it. As a slave she was of course already naked in the White Room.

"What now?" Donna asked.

"Now this," said Egold. He cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. "Who wants to fuck my slave?"

Donna's jaw dropped open as dozens of male slaves, each in the middle of the act of reproduction, separated themselves from their partners and eagerly formed a line right up to the bed. Most already had brilliant erections.

"You can each have your turn with her," Egold told the assembled crowd.

"Master!" Donna cried. "Master!" she pleaded.

Egold gave her a cocky look. "You wanted help with your problem of intimacy with strangers. After this, I guarantee you, you will have none."

And with that, the first slave took to Donna on the bed.

********

"Your slave seems to have remarkable endurance," Cicero noticed. The line of men leading to the bed never grew longer but it never seemed to grow shorter either, as each man who was serviced was quickly replaced by another at the back of the line. Because Donna's body was so sexy and each slave was hungry for action it never took very long for the line to keep moving.

There was nothing at all sexual about it for Donna, of course. Having sex with complete strangers did nothing for her. She knew this had absolutely nothing to do with desensitizing her to having sex with strangers. It was another form of punishment for not acting the role of the perfect Anaiya, the third class whore.

As man after man fucked her she looked over at Egold, who was chatting amiably with the masters. He barely seemed to look her way, if indeed he did at all. Donna barely noticed the latest man on top of her. It was all a mindless blur. Most barely bothered to kiss her. Her cunt felt overstimulated and therefore she felt little to nothing.

Definitely a punishment.

Sanantha watched Donna's defilement with a blank expression on her face. At one time she and Donna had exchanged intimacies. But that had backfired and caused her problems with Egold. She was careful to show little interest in Donna's defilement. But the same could not be said of her slave Ihan.

"Ihan, isn't that your little friend?" she said.

"What little friend?" said Herb Rayburn, who was now also Ihan, a proud Iskari Warrior.

"There, over there. Didn't you know her as... what was her name... I believe it was... Donna Besch?"

"Is that Donna Besch?" Herb looked at the long line of men fucking the blonde haired woman. Donna was not a blonde!

"The very one. You can have your turn with her, if you like," said Sanantha.

"It's... it's a very long line," said Herb. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Donna. Not like this!

"You can go to the head of the line. Tell them you have my permission," said Sanantha generously. "Go. Or you may not have another chance."

What did that mean?

Herb bit his lip and cautiously approached the bed. He felt the stares on his back as he walked to the head of the line. A black man with a strong back was fucking her, if indeed this was really Donna. Herb walked forward step by step until her face came into view. At first she didn't notice him. Her eyes seemed to be vacantly staring into space. But then a curious thing happened. Her eyes started to focus, like binoculars. They slowly focused on him and her face registered immense surprise. Surprise, and shame.

"Donna," Herb whispered. It just came out of him.

Donna immediately turned away, staring at the face of the black slave fucking her.

"Donna Besch," said Herb, in a more confident tone. "Is that really you?"

Herb counted four thrusts of the black man's penis, one, two, three, four, before she responded.

"There is no Donna," said Donna, in a supremely detached voice. "There is only Anaiya."

"Aaaahhhh!" The black man groaned with pleasure and collapsed on top of her for a moment. When he pulled out, sticky silvery liquid dripped out of her cunt.

"Thanks," the black man grunted, walking away.

Donna reluctantly matched gazes with Herb.

"No Donna? Only Anaiya?" he persisted.

Donna frowned. "There is only Anaiya now," she said firmly. She cleared her throat, and gestured with her head to the line of impatient men waiting behind him.

Herb turned and looked startled at the waiting male slaves. He turned back to Donna. "Do you... do you want to have sex with me?"

Donna looked startled again. "Are you asking me?"

"I... I suppose I am."

"Do I have a choice, Master?" Donna asked. Her cunt was brimming with silvery seed, dripping from her widely spread pussy lips.

"I'm no master. I'm just a slave, just like you," said Herb.

"Does that mean I can refuse you?" Donna asked.

"I... I suppose you can," Herb stammered.

Donna frowned. Men behind Herb cleared their throats and crossed their arms and tapped their feet impatiently.

"Then I refuse you," said Donna.

"What?"

"I refuse you. Please leave, I have many cocks left to satisfy," said Donna, pretending to be angry.

Herb could not believe what he was hearing. "What?"

"Go. Fuck me, or go."

Herb bit his lip and turned away. He hadn't taken three steps before the next man, a big beefy Puerto Rican, was pounding happily between Donna Besch's thighs.

********

Herb spent a long sleepless night at home. Donna Besch had been turned into a true Iskari whore. He grieved for his friend, feeling a tremendous sense of loss. He had really liked her! But he knew that most slaves Went Away after a time. He was one of the lucky few who hadn't, and had been even luckier to have a mistress who tolerated it. Herb bit his lip, and was trying to think about whether there was some way he could see Anaiya again, and whether he truly wanted to see her, when he heard a buzz at his front door. He opened it and was very surprised to see...

None other than Donna Besch!

Herb's jaw dropped open.

"May I, may I come in?" she stammered.

"Of course!" said Herb. He followed her curiously to the living room.

They stood there awkwardly staring at each other.

"May I... may I get you something to drink?" Herb asked.

"No thank you," said Donna.

"Something to eat?" Herb said.

"No." Donna took a deep breath. "I... I have something to tell you."

Herb waited.

Donna played with her fingers nervously. "I... I wasn't quite honest with you. Yesterday. In the White Room."

"Honest in what way?" Herb asked.

"Donna Besch... is not exactly gone."

"Not exactly? You can still sense her thoughts, Anaiya?"

"No, stupid!" She slapped his arm. "It's me, Herb!Iam Donna Besch!" She leaned forward and kissed him strongly, passionately.

Herb was stunned. "Why... why did you tell me you had Gone Away?"

"I... I was embarrassed," said Donna. "I haven't seen you, well, since your mother died. Before I became a slave. And the first time you saw me, you saw me fucking the entire male half of the White Room. It was a punishment, to humiliate me. I felt so ugly, so degraded!"