The Seed

Cicero had his own ideas.

Of all the masters, Cicero was the most free thinking.

Not the strongest, not the boldest, and certainlynotthe most handsome. But hewasone of the smartest.

Cicero watched as master after master sent slave after slave into the Pattern. Each and every slave was devoured, turned into a statue locked forever into a pain grimace. The thinking was that one of these poor fools would turn out to beKarinko, the one who could safely navigate the maze, get to the Source, and free the Great One.

The trouble is, Cicero didn't know why the other masters believed it.Where did their belief come from?

Something compelled Cicero to try adifferentapproach. He created a chorus, 20 of the best singers he could find on Vega II. While slaves were fucking and jacking off to show their devotion to the Great One, Cicero was having his slaves sing for him.

And one day, it paid off.

They stood in two rows of 10, 12 women and 8 men, most of the women attractive, and most of the men handsome, though Cicero rarely let himself be distracted by that sort of thing. Still he did admire the women with the big tits in the front row, each of them singing with a giant cock in their mouths. Theyallhad giant cocks in their mouths, men and women, with enormous Iskari ballsacks hanging out of their lips. The cocks made their voices deeper, throatier, morevibrato, oscillating in their throats as they sang. The sight of all these fine men and women singing praises to Omni while cocks hung from their mouths aroused more than a few viewers.

They were singing praises to Omni one day, as they always did, when Cicero thought he saw a twitch out of the corner of his eye.

Fields will bow, and nations fall,

Omni's reign consumes them all,

With our hands, His will is sown,

Every land becomes His own.

Loyal hearts, we march as one,

Till His endless work is done.

Cicero turned his head, and saw Omni's giant leg actually moved! It actually did! Omni took a half step forward. Everyone gasped and stopped singing.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Keep going!" he cried. They resumed singing, but all eyes were on the Great One. 20 feet tall, arms and legs filled with spikes, blue, scaley, giant fangs and red eyes, and the enormous horn coming out of his forehead. They sang, but nothing happened.

"Go back! Go back and sing that verse again!" Cicero cried.

Fields will bow, and nations fall,

Omni's reign consumes them all,

With our hands, His will is sown,

Every land becomes His own.

Loyal hearts, we march as one,

Till His endless work is done.

Omni did not move a muscle.

From that day forward Omni tinkered endlessly with his chorus. He had them swallow different size and types of cocks. He had different singers sing in different combinations. He even had them stand in different order. But nothing seemed to work.

One day as he rehearsed the chorus, he felt a presence. He turned to see Inanna.

Inanna was a very senior Iskari, a First Repeater. She had glowing yellow eyes and a certain presence about her. Unlike other masters, she was almost nude in the White Room, wearing nothing but an open lab coat, revealing her tits and pubis. Her equally sexy and blonde sister Kathy was always at her side, her fingers snaking between her sister's legs, rubbing her enlarged clit and pussy lips at all times.

"You need to replace that one," she said, pointing at a female slave, "and that one," she said, pointing at a male slave.

"Are you sure?" said Cicero, regretting it immediately. Of course Inanna was sure! "All I need is a better soprano, and a better baritone? The others are fine?"

Inanna's yellow eyes blazed. "Those two are the ones to be replaced. Then you will find what you seek. But your effort will be a tale of sorrow and woe."

A tale of sorrow and woe? What did that mean? Cicero was about to ask when Inanna turned away, the tails of her lab coat flapping against her bare buttocks. Kathy struggled to keep up with her, her hand busy between her sister's pubic folds.

"You, and you, come here," said Cicero. Ivy Kress and Donald Harvey stepped forward. Ivy was a cutie, with heavy breasts and nice thick pubic hair. Cicero almost regretted what he was about to do.

Ivy gasped as he pulled the long cock out of her mouth. "Thank you, Master!" she said, her breath smelling of wet cock.

Donald coughed as Cicero pulled the cock out of his mouth. It must have irritated his throat. No matter.

"Your services are no longer required," said Cicero.

"Master?" said Ivy.

Cicero waved his hand and the Pattern appeared. "Go!" he said simply.

Ivy and Donald walked down the entry corridor. Sparks started to dance at their feet. "Is there something we're supposed to be doing?" she asked. She was truly clueless. She didn't even know about the need to dance.

Cicero didn't care. He was already reviewing prospects in his mind to replace them. Images of potential recruits came to his mind. One by one he reviewed and rejected them.

Ivy and Donald meandered from the Center Circle as sparks danced at their feet. Donald went into the First Quadrant like he was supposed to, but Ivy went straight for the Fourth.

Cicero didn't care. He was still busy reviewing prospects with his mind.

Ivy screamed as her body began to glow. "AAAAAAAHHH!" Her body turned to stone.

"What's happening?" Donald cried, as he ran through the First Quadrant, with electrical sparks nipping at his heels. And then he made a BIG mistake of simply running through the light lines of the maze set into the ground.

"He's trying to run outside the Pattern! He's ignoring the maze lines!" someone cried in horror.

When Donald reached the last light line of the Pattern and set foot beyond it, he screamed in agony, and his body turned to dust.

"Got it!" Cicero grinned. He knewexactlywhat to do next.

********

Her name was Anne Rebyrne.

Anne Rebyrne was a content housewife living in the suburbs of the capitol of Vega II with her husband Henry and her adorable children Zack and Leila, ages 18 and 19. She had a passion for singing which she shared with Zack and they both sang at the local Pride Landing's chorale. She loved singing with her son, it made her feel closer to him. He had dark hair like his father but his mother's good looks.

During breaks during and after sessions a man named Cicero often struck up a conversation with her. Anne was flattered, of course. Cicero was an older man with curly hair but a delightful smile and very charming and very sophisticated! He often flirted with her and lightly touched her hand and her arm when they talked. Anne knew what he was doing and was flattered by it as long as it didn't cross the line.

Cicero came up to her again during a break. Out of the corner of her eye Anne saw Zack scrolling through his Pad.Good.

"You were wonderful, Anne," said Cicero.

"Wonderful how?" Anne asked, fishing for compliments.

"That last stanza. When we reached the thundering crescendo. It was your voice I heard above everyone else's, Anne. You were projecting from here," he said, lightly touching her chest, above her breasts.

Anne smiled. "That's what my music teacher always taught me to do."

"Well, she did a very good job with you," said Cicero. "I really liked your interpretation on the high notes of the first stanza. You really have a unique way of enunciating the words. I detect just a trace of a British accent."

"Do you? I'm not British!"

"I know you're not. But I think maybe subconsciously you sing like that to make the words... more elegant." He traced his fingers over her hand.

"Oh Cicero... that's so nice of you to say!" Anne smiled.

"Would you like to grab some atomic coffee after we finish tonight?"

"Oh... Cicero... I don't know... my husband is expecting me," she stared at him pointedly. Then, realizing she had been blunter than she intended, she touched his hand. "But I appreciate the offer."

"Of course." Cicero gave a reassuring smile and left.

Anne stared after him, playing with her auburn hair with a little smile on her lips. Zack came over to her. "He always talks to you. What did he want?"

"What do men ever want?" Anne said.

"Mom, you're fox!"

"Really?" Anne smiled. She kissed Zack on the forehead. "That makes you a foxlet!"

*********

A week later there was a buzz at their door while Anne was having dinner with Henry and Zack. "I wonder who that could be?" she said, going to the door. When she opened it, she said, "Cicero! What are you doing here? How did you know where I live?"

"May I come in?" Cicero asked politely.

"Of course!"

Anne led him to the dining room. "Henry, this is Cicero, he sings in the chorale with me."

"Nice to meet you," said Henry politely.

"Cicero, what are you doing here?" Anne said.

"It's about your daughter, Leila."

"What about her?" Anne asked, suddenly alarmed.

"Do you know what happened to her?"

"Happened to her? Nothing happened to her! She's on a camping trip with some friends from school!"

"No," said Cicero. "She was taken."

"Taken? What do you mean, taken? Cicero, you're frightening me!" said Anne.

"Try to call her."

Anne picked up her Pad. She spoke into it, "Call Leila." There was a buzz, another and another. No answer.

"Maybe... she's in an area with no reception!"

"No," said Cicero. "She's been taken."

"By whom?" Henry demanded, standing up abruptly. "And how do you know about it?"

Cicero explained about the Iskari, and the White Room, and Omni. He could see from the expression on their faces that they were more and more incredulous.

"Let me see if I got this right," said Henry. "Aliens who live in another dimension kidnapped our daughter. Is that correct?"

"Essentially, yes."

"I don't believe this. I don't believe any of this!" Henry snapped.

"But you must," said Cicero. He waved his hand, and an image of Leila appeared before them. The blonde cutie was completely nude, her face vacant. She was trapped inside a large wooden ring. Her legs were spread wide, showing off her cuntlips at the base of her blonde pubic triangle. And her arms were also spread wide, and her left arm in particular was moving slowly downwards. And Leila was also speaking. Anne strained to hear the words.

"Tick.... Tock.... Tick.... Tock...."

"What's happened to her?" Anne asked.

"She's become a clock," Cicero explained.

"A what?" said Henry.

"A clock," Cicero repeated. "But much worse can happen to her, will happen to her, if she's not rescued."

Henry and Anne exchanged wild glances. "And how do you know about all this?"

"Because I'm one of them."

Anne gasped.

"Youkidnapped our daughter?" Anne said. "Cicero, why would you do that?"

"No, Anne," said Cicero. "I did not take Leila. But i know who did. I can get her back for you."

"Then do it!" Anne snapped. "What's wrong?"

"If I help you, I want something in return," said Cicero.

"What?"

Cicero smiled, and Anne shifted uneasily from one foot to another.

"What? What is it? What does he want, Anne?" Henry asked.

"I can't do that. Please don't ask for that," said Anne.

"Ask for what? What is he asking for, Anne?" Henry repeated.

"He... he wants to have me," said Anne. "Don't you, Cicero?"

"Since the moment I met you," said Cicero.

"You want sex with my wife as the price for saving our daughter? You're a monster!" Henry roared.

"Not a monster, sir. Saving your daughter will require me to take risks, risks to my very life. Such risks should have a reward."

"And you want my wife... as a reward?" said Henry.

"One hour. A simple single act of love. Is that price too much to save your precious Leila?"

"Why?'

"Because... Anne is an exquisite gem. The rarest of the rare." And as he smiled as her, Anne felt a tingling in her cunt.

"I'll do it!" Anne said.

"What?" said Henry.

"I'll do it!"

"Anne! No-"

"Quiet, Henry!" She took Cicero's hand. "Come with me." She led him to the bedroom. Henry and Zack followed.

"You shouldn't be here," Anne told him.

"I'm your husband. If you're going to do this, at least I'm going to make sure you're safe," said Henry.

Anne turned to Cicero. She took a deep breath. "All right. Let's do it."

"It's not going to work if you're not relaxed," said Cicero.

"All right. Relax. Relax. I'm relaxed," said Anne. "Let's get on with it!"

Cicero leaned close and took Anne in his arms. He stared at her for a long moment. Anne felt herself calming down. "That's right, take deep easy breaths. You're really quite beautiful, you know. All the men in the chorus think so."

"They... they do?" Anne said.

"Of course." Cicero smiled and pressed his lips against hers. He took his time with his. Anne felt his soft lips. Despite herself she found herself liking it, even craving it. Cicero was a handsome man. More than that, he was sophisticated, artistic, in a way Henry never was.

Cicero smiled as if he read her thoughts. He slowly lifted her shirt. Anne cooperated, lifting her arms. She stood before him wearing her breast control collar. "Would you... would you like me to remove it for you?"

Cicero looked pleasantly surprised and nodded.

"Don't do it, Anne!" Henry cried.

"Henry, I have to do it! It's for Leila!" She snapped. She reached behind her and unlocked her breast control collar. She slowly pulled it off her and let it drop to the floor. She stood there, topless, her breasts pointed at her new and exciting lover.

"You have very beautiful tits, Anne. May I touch them?" Cicero asked politely.

Anne nodded slowly, trying not to frown.

Cicero reached out and caressed one every so softly, his finger giving the lightest touch over her bell shaped mammary glands. "Your tits are so beautiful, Anne. I know Henry used to be wild for them. He used to compliment you constantly. But he hasn't in recent years. I know how you yearn to hear a man tell you how beautiful they are."

"How... how could you know that?" Anne stammered.

"Theyarebeautiful, Anne. They are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen," said Cicero. "Kiss me, darling."

And then Anne, of her own accord, reached out and kissed Cicero. She felt a warm glow growing inside of her as their lips mashed together. When she pulled back, he said, "Are you relaxed now?"

"Getting there," Anne admitted with a nervous smile, giving a guilty glance at Henry.

Cicero casually opened his shirt. "Why don't you start working on your pants, Honey?"

Honey. The word made Henry blink as if he had been smacked.

Anne nodded and opened her pants, withering under her husband's glare. As she took off her pants, so did Cicero. Cicero did not have a remarkable body, except for the fact that he had blue nipples, and alien symbols tattooed all over them.

"What are these?" Anne asked, her finger tracing a green symbol which looked like a thick cock.

"Marks of accomplishment," said Cicero. He looked over her body and enjoyed the view. "You look simply beautiful, my dear. But would look even more so without that flimsy triangle between your legs."

He wants to see my cunt.Anne nodded. She reached down and removed her silky triangle, and stood nude before him, her pubis and vaginal lips completely open to him.

Cicero turned to Henry. "This is what you have, Henry. This is what you have, a temple to worship in. But do you even appreciate it?"

"I appreciate her," said Henry, his voice tight.

"Do you?" Cicero gently ran his hand over Anne's sexy body, over the curves of her ass and legs. "Notice the feminine curves of her thighs. Look how slender her legs are. When was the last time you told her how beautiful her legs are?"

Henry did not answer.

"Look at the curves of her hips." His fingers played over them, making Anne shiver. "Look how well she carries her breasts. Look at her lovely hair! Her angular face! Those cheekbones! Those bright blue eyes! She looks like she was chiseled out of marble by the ancient Greeks themselves!"

Anne shivered. She hadn't felt so worshiped in such a long time!

Cicero stared her boldly in the eyes. "Youarebeautiful, Anne Rebyrne! And it's time you had a man who properly appreciated you." Cicero removed his own silky triangle, making everyone gasp. They stared at his blue tipped penis with its enormously overstuffed scrotal sack.

"What... what are you?" Henry said.

"I am Iskari," said Cicero. He extended his hand. "Come, my sweet."

And to Henry's horror, Anne took it.

*********

They were in bed together. Cicero quickly became erect as they touched and petted and fondled each other. "Your body is so beautiful," he said, rubbing his chest against the married woman's tits. "When was the last time Henry complimented you on your breasts?"

"It's... been a while."Anne admitted. This was so arousing for her! "But I know he likes them!"

"How do you know?" He kissed her. "How do you know, Anne?"

"He... he fucks me," Anne whispered.

Cicero gave her a critical look. "He uses you. He uses your body but doesn't appreciate it. I love your tits, Anne. I have seen tits on many 40 year old women. Yours are exceptional."

"Really?"

"Really." He looked at her. "Your bright blue eyes are amazing. Your luscious brown hair feels so good to the touch." His hands moved down. "Your ass... your ass feels sogoodand fleshy in my hands. You are so under appreciated... and underused."

Underused. Somehow, the word excited her, sending a tingling through her cunt.

"Maybe... maybe I am," Anne said. Cicero's obvious attraction to her was starting to be contagious. She was starting to find herself attracted to him. Cicero didn't have an exceptional body, not at all, but he was sofucking charming! She actually smiled and kissed him back. Cicero gave her a cocky smile as if he knew she would come around from the very beginning.

"Hey, what are you two doing? What are you whispering?" Henry cried.

"I'm doing what I have to do to save our daughter," said Anne sternly. But when she turned back to Cicero her expression softened. "We'd better get on with it," she whispered. "Would you like to enter me?" She spread her legs in the most obvious invitation imaginable.

Cicero looked down at her widely spread pussy lips and dark hole and smiled. Anne would make anexcellentslave, in more ways than one. "Would you like me to enter you, Anne?"

"Well," she feigned reluctance. "It's the only way to get Leila back, isn't it?"

"The only way," Cicero agreed.

"Then... you might as well get on with it." She gave him a look. "Henry's getting impatient."

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" Cicero wasveryamused by her transparent deception. He raised himself up and aimed his penis at the sexy housewife.

"No! Don't do this!" Henry cried.

"Quiet, Henry! We have to get our daughter back!" The image of Anne dressing down her husband while having her legs spread for another man with her cuntlips wide open wasso fucking arousing! This was turning out better than Cicero had possibly imagined, much better!

Cicero looked at the married housewife's pussy lips, smiled, and inserted himself and began thrusting immediately. "You're tight. Very tight."

Anne nodded, biting her lip to keep herself from panting. She had an expression of intense concentration on her face as Cicero fucked her.

"This is what you always wanted," said Cicero.

"To have sex with another man, in front of my husband? No thank you!" said Anne.

"To have experiences with other men," said Cicero, as he moved in and out between her pussy lips. "You denied me for so long because of loyalty to your husband. You didn't want to view yourself as a bad person. But by forcing the issue I gave you an easy way out. I gave you a guilt free way to have sex with another man. In your mind you refer to it as flying. You view the ability to have sex with other men as flying, free as a bird. That imagery has filled your waking daydreams for years."