Cyborg Breeding

Even his heroic efforts to save the human race had been illegal and unauthorized. The shuttle he'd used to penetrate the Outsiders' mothership had been brazenly stolen from a Black Navy shipyard. Three high-ranking ambassadors had been aboard the mothership, negotiating the Earth's surrender, when the wizard attacked, leaving no survivors. He had once again humiliated the government by doing what they couldn't.

He had saved the planet and died for his efforts. As a dead hero, he could be forgiven. He was publicly praised as a modern day Robin Hood. And since the Breeding Project was not precisely legal -- It was illegal to make cyborgs for entertainment or sexual purposes -- the Senate had unanimously granted a Permanent Pardon. All crimes, both past and future, were exempt from prosecution.

2.4 million viewers had stopped masturbating long enough to share the momentous news and wildly speculate as to what the wizard would do next. Guesses ran from crime spree to attacking the Outsiders' homeworld to overthrowing the Earth's Global Government. Ignorant of the happenings on the planet down below, but wise enough to have anticipated them, Melanie dismissed the panicky world from her thoughts, choosing to passively let her father lead the way.

"Attention!" he commanded. Melanie snapped to, her feet together, arms at her sides, chest out, chin high.

At five years old, Melanie had joined the Cadets and learned about uniforms, ranks, promotions, and discipline.

At ten, she had joined the Scouts and learned basic survival skills.

At fourteen, she'd become a Junior Ensign, to prepare her for a career in the military.

At sixteen, she'd signed the papers and chosen her Colors. Green was for the Earth. Blue was for the Air and Sea. Black was for the void of Space.

At each stage, on every visit, her grandfather the Admiral had made her stand at attention while he conducted an inspection. By the time Melanie was eighteen, the world had discovered that Admiral Joseph Kerr was the infamous renegade wizard Anthony Klein. And her mother had privately revealed to her that her beloved Grandfather was also her father. But his visits had stopped by then.

This was her first inspection in nine years, and Melanie was excited to submit to it. Admiral and wizard, hero and criminal, cyborg and human, father and grandfather, he was the most important man in her life and in the entire world. She was determined to make a good impression.

"You're out of uniform, Spacer!" her father barked.

"Sir! Yes, Sir!"

"At ease."

Melanie stood with her feet spread and her hands behind her back. The admiral stood before her, reached down, and stroked her exposed pussy.

"Very wet down there, Spacer."

"Sir! Yes, Sir!"

He pushed two fingers up inside her, causing her to gasp at the invasion. "Very tight pussy. Good job."

"Sir! Yes, Sir!"

"Choose your duty."

After each inspection, he'd always given her a gift in the form of a duty. In the past, she'd chosen Cookie Defense, Bike Patrol, Pilot Lessons, and Orbital Tours as her rewards for passing inspections. But she was an adult now and well-trained. And her preferred duty was decidedly adult. "Sir, I choose Penis Worship."

"Are you qualified?"

"Sir! Yes, Sir! Very well-qualified. Very"

"What is your objective, Spacer?"

"Sir, the Project has succeeded. The target has been acquired. I am seeded. All future penetrations are for practice and pleasure only. All sperm emissions are now extraneous and we can do with them as we please."

"Get to the point, Lieutenant. What is your objective?"

Melanie grinned at the Admiral, took his cock in her hand, and sank to her knees. "My objective, Dad, is to make you come in my mouth."

The wizard took an At-Ease position and smiled down on his dutiful daughter. "Then do your duty, Spacer. And good luck. I look forward to your success."