Repopulated Ch. 06

Chapter Six

She slid the cover back over the box and set it back on the table. Face white, her lips were clamped together as she returned to the couch.

Her seat rippled, reconfiguring to give her a more comfortable sitting experience as she sat heavily, her breasts bouncing as the tentacles continued to lap at her breasts.

"What's wrong?" asked Kate. "This is excellent news! She's given us a way to fight back, to get out of here!"

Jackie turned towards her, her face more gray than usual. "Deep down, I don't believe we have any chance of escaping, even with this. The slugs around our necks would strangle us before we took even a single step. Doris knows this, so she's suggesting another solution - if we can't take the pressure."

"Oh. Oh."

Kate shook her head. "I think you have it all wrong. Yes, she got what she wanted from us, and it wouldn't derail her plans completely if we took ourselves out. There's still the eggs in our necks, though. We can be useful."

She sniffed, feeling rather haughty. "Besides, I won't let you do any such thing! I'm still getting used to these changes. I need you."

"A heartwarming sentiment," muttered Jackie, crossing her legs together as she scooted back on the couch.

Kate noted the fat length of her flaccid dick, a tingle running through the inner lips of her pussy as her throat clenched. Some of this attraction was undoubtedly caused by their Masters, but she couldn't blame everything on them.

Jackie folded her hands and gave her a severe look, her human eyes squeezed shut as the triangle of blue alien eyes speared her. "I don't want this responsibility," she announced. "You can carry it, if you want, but after all I've been through, I don't trust myself. I don't trust my mind."

Kate wanted to say something, but she sensed that Jackie was finally opening up, so she settled for resting a hand on her knee.

"I've been far too emotional lately," Jackie sighed, turning her hands over to examine the sharp claws that had replaced her fingernails. "When all this kicked off, shooting seemed like the right thing to do. Now that it seems I've got nothing to lose, somehow it doesn't."

Kate gave her knee a squeeze. "Maybe you're still worrying about me? I must assure you, I'm doing fine."

She let out a low coo as her nipples tingled, giving her right breast a light caress with her free hand. "In some respects, I'm doing better than ever. I'm free to spend time with you without being worried about drawing disapproving looks. We can be together now, and nobody will care. That's a huge triumph!"

Jackie gave her a wan smile. "You were always better at dealing with the stares."

She thumped her head against the back of the couch, the material cushioning the blow. "I've made a decision. I'm not going to do anything. It's yours. You can decide what to do with it, but I'm not going to touch it."

Taken aback, a protest sprung to her lips. "But my aim is terrible! That one time you took me to the range, I could barely even get a shot on the paper!"

Jackie shook her head, but Kate wasn't done. "I'll probably end up shooting one of us by accident!" she pressed, dismayed when Jackie looked away.

"It doesn't matter," Jackie said obstinately. "I'm not touching it."

Well, that seemed final. Kate sighed, poking her knee. "You've gotten into that stubborn mood again. Fine, I'll hold onto it, but if anything bad happens, I'm handing it to you."

Jackie grunted, but said nothing, crossing her arms under her chest. Both of them could play that game. She humphed and crossed her arms as well.

This pose didn't last long, however, as the creatures sitting on her nipples stopped tugging. Confused, she examined them more closely.

The long tubes connecting them to her breasts had shriveled, becoming wispy white strands with the consistency of a snake's molted skin.

As she pinched the withered tubes, they fell off, leaving behind small, rounded bodies that were still firmly clamped to her nipples. Curious, she ran her fingers over the blobby creatures, sighing as they shifted a little.

The seam between the edge of the creatures and her skin was tight, making it difficult for her to remove them. Besides, she didn't particularly like the idea of tugging at them, as her nipples were feeling extremely sensitive.

She tilted up one of her breasts, looking at the top of her new adornments. The tip had a small dimple where the tube had connected, looking somewhat like a belly button.

Around the lip, its body shimmered, the light penetrating its translucent skin. There was a small amount of fluid stored inside, and its body was visibly expanding as it huddled against her breast.

She stared at the creature dumbly. It was helping to drain her excess milk, preventing her from getting uncomfortably overloaded, but this just felt strange. Now, she had an alien creature stacked on top of an alien creature, like some sort of extraterrestrial sandwich.

No, that wasn't right. Her Masters were a part of her now. It wasn't right to think of them as being something other.

Sighing, she prodded the creature's flesh, chuckling when she noticed how it pulled away.

"They're cute, aren't they?" asked Jackie, her earlier intensity fading. "Like tiny external milk pouches. I wonder how they evolved?"

"Probably similar to bedbugs or ticks," muttered Kate darkly, "but these seem to provide some form of benefit, so they're not parasites."

"Doris kept calling our Masters 'symbiotes,'" noted Jackie, "and I have to admit they're certainly improving our sex life, but only in service of their form of reproduction."

"Is that a bad thing?" Kate asked airily. "That's just the circle of life in action. Nothing wrong with that."

Her dick flexed as she looked over the swell of her lover's breasts. "Speaking of which... "

A coy look appeared on Jackie's face. "If you insist."

Kate traced her fingers up Jackie's thigh, snaking out a hand to grab at her dick, which was already beginning to engorge. "I'm feeling all empty and alone. I'd very much like to be held and filled to the brim with someone's fat package."

Jackie was about to say something when she froze, the slug around her neck squeezing tight as it inflated. Kate wheezed, scrabbling at her neck as she experienced the same thing. A pulse of control flooded into her brain and she sat up straight.

"We're being summoned," said Jackie flatly, saying out loud what both of them were feeling.

They were. Kate knew this with every fiber of her being, the tendrils of the Masters massaging her thoughts to calm her down, as if she was a frightened horse. Normally, this wouldn't concern her too much, but there was something she had to do before the chamber's portal irised open. Before the Masters ordered them to leave.

Not waiting for the next command, she leapt to her feet. Leaning over the end table, she pulled the top off the cardboard box and wrapped her fingers gently around the cold iron contained within.

She was careful to keep her finger off the trigger as she tried to figure out how to conceal it. Where could she put it? Would the aliens scan them before bringing them before their overlord? They wouldn't expect a lowly breeder to possess a deadly weapon, would they?

Her anxiety grew as the tentacle arms at the portal rippled. She was running out of time. What should she do?

Her eyes flitted around, landing on an object resting at the other end of the couch. It looked like a breastplate. Doris must have left it behind when she had left, but why?

Marching over, she snapped it up and turned it around, suspicion blossoming in her brain.

There was a depression on the back side, large enough to hold the revolver. She placed it inside and lifted the piece up, giving it a test on her belly.

It probably wasn't going to work. Although she was no longer filled to the brim with eggs, her breasts were still quite large, and there definitely wouldn't be enough room to hide them underneath the armor plating.

Pushing it into place, she studied the fit. No it wasn't going to... wait, hold on, this was actually working!

The piece had suctioned itself onto her skin, molding itself around her bust as it glued itself in place. Within moments, it was solid and secure.

She gave it a little tap with her knuckles, wincing at the hardness. She had no idea how she would access the weapon under the armored plate, but at least this would work!

A solid thrum pulsed in her head, and she turned towards the door, feeling the command taking hold. She had to follow the other breeder out into the corridor. She had to obey.

She gave in, allowing her body to follow the impersonal command. Her penis bobbed, swinging between her legs as she increased her pace.

This was okay. She was following their orders, and she had the means to protect her lover. She wouldn't allow the Slanadorians to harm Jackie. She would ensure that both of them survived this. Somehow.

Exiting out into the corridor, she made a left turn, following Jackie as they walked up the ramp in a wide circle. A Tonkain appeared behind her, waddling along like a lost duck, its trunk in the air.

She was rather amused by its antics, but couldn't spare it any attention. Her brain was fixed on the command given to her, all aspects of her mind working to obey.

There was comfort in obedience. The shimmering smoothness of a thoughtless mind was soothing, and the more she marched, the better she felt.

Another couple joined them at some point along the way but she barely noticed them. She was too far gone, her consciousness sinking under the direct control of her Masters.

Together, they marched around and around, climbing at a steady rate until the passageway leveled out, arched openings appearing on their left.

Circling around a pair of light stalks projecting from the wall, they stepped down into a sunken circle.

Around them were wide, tinted windows, giving them a good view of their environs. Purple land ingested by the Sturge spread out in all directions, truncated stalks of former trees billowing out infectious fluid that spelled the death of mankind.

In front of them was arrayed a central console, Slanadorian guards stationed at both ends. She couldn't read their alien expressions, but they certainly looked fierce, lances cradled in their arms.

They were also equipped with pistols in their belts, coils of a silvery rope hanging from their sides. They could easily stun and wrap up an attacker with all of that gear. She shuddered, imagining what they might do to her if she attacked them.

Their multitude of legs trembled as they approached, the tubing on top of their heads throbbing as they systematically examined the new arrivals for threats.

Kate calmed down as their eyes skipped over her without lingering, ignoring the armored chest plate. They clearly saw her as just another breeder, nothing dangerous. She was safely under their control, just like the rest of them.

They were safe in this assumption, actually. At the current moment, Kate could no more turn her desires into actions than she could walk to the moon.

Her thoughts fluttered against the solid threads that bound her mind without resistance. She belonged to them.

On top of a raised dais was mounted a large chair, its back to them. The occupant stood on her tendril legs, facing a large screen mounted on the far wall.

She ignored them as they lined up in a row together, the commands in their heads forcing their legs apart into a resting posture. Their hands moved as one, thumbs and forefingers pressing together into heart shapes as they placed them over the top of their dicks, framing the thick appendages, which were quickly becoming erect.

An alien that looked like a converted human appeared from her right, stopping in front of her as it raised its hands. They appeared to be filled with a small, rounded blob of an alien.

She frowned through the iron control clamped around her mind. What were they planning on doing with that thing?

It didn't look like the Master that had been taken from her head to be converted into a dick. Its body was rounded and flat, with two tendrils that stuck out from either side of its nose.

Unable to ask any questions, she was forced to wait as the creature was pressed into place above her forehead. It adhered over the spot where she had originally been infested, the tendrils draped over her skull as they brushed against the sides of her head.

The resulting tickling sensation was uncomfortable, but all this went away when the flattened ends slapped over her ears. The incidental sounds from the room at large vanished, helping her to focus better on their alien Mistress, who continued to wait in silence.

The converted human moved on to the others, producing more of the small organisms, but she didn't care. She was rapt, her lips parted as she stared at the wide shoulders of her Mistress.

If the Masters did not have her within their control, she would have knelt and pressed her head into the metal decking. She was not worthy to lick Her foot tentacles!

The screen blinked, and another alien appeared, sporting the same head tubes as her Mistress standing on the dais. There were subtle differences, as the one on screen was wearing an elaborate crown.

The alien floated down a ramp, moving closer to the pickup. In the background were a collection of aliens like her, working feverishly at a circular bank of consoles that surrounded a glowing, red orb.

"Proctor Dahgla," growled Mistress, bowing her head. "We are not worthy of being graced with with your august presence."

"You are not," said the alien without fanfare, her eyes glowing a powerful yellow. "Tell me, Khanja, what is the reason for your delay? The local region should already be in your grip."

Kate blinked, now understanding the purpose of the alien sitting on her skull. It was meant to translate the alien words into something she could understand.

A humming throb pulsed in her mind. Mistress was prescient for thinking of this ahead of time! She couldn't wait to worship her glorious head tubes and wash her delicate foot appendages!

Her thoughts were being changed again. She was under their control. She must obey.

Her dick strained forth, her body rock hard at being commanded in this way. She was here to highlight her Mistress' command of the situation, nothing more. She was Her obedient slave.

"There has been more resistance than anticipated, Proctor," replied Khanja. "We have had to send in our limited reinforcements in an attempt to get back on schedule. If we had another two ships, I am sure we could achieve the desired results."

"You dare question our allocation of resources?" bit out the severe alien, her mouth fronds twirling outwards to show off her needle sharp teeth. "Show your remorse!"

Khanja grabbed at her neck tubes, trembling as she gave them a sharp tug. They burst outwards, a splatter of greenish fluid gushing out through the clean holes.

"I am mortified that I could not achieve your expectations! You should punish me for my failure!" she said, a fanatic fervor twisted through her words. "I am unworthy to be your protégé! Please, take this sign of my lifeblood and be merciful!"

This appeared to be an alien humiliation ritual. Kate was rather impressed by the dramatics, but would it be sufficient to mollify her Mistress' superior?

The Proctor's head tubes lifted up from her face, showing off a set of frills that were hidden underneath. "It is good that you do not forget your place, meerish. Make do with what you have, or the penalty will be even more severe."

The screen blanked out, a hissing noise coming from Khanja's lips as she spun about, green fluid squirting from her neck. She made a clicking noise with her tongue and folded her arms, glowering at the gathered slaves.

One of her bodyguards set aside her spear and approached, grabbing the ends of the head tubes and slipping them back into their sockets. She then proceeded to wipe down the mess that had been created with a cloth she grabbed from the table, unbothered by how the blood soaked through the linen.

Her Mistress must know the Proctor well. Khanja had been prepared for this to happen. She was happy that she was owned by a smart Mistress.

Unfortunately, that meant she would probably be hard on her slaves until she had achieved her goals. That didn't mean much to Kate, though. She was quite willing to do whatever it took to please her Mistress.

When the guard was finished, Khanja stepped up to the edge of the platform, examining her slaves. She didn't appear to be too happy at their appearance, but maybe that was just because of the stress she was under.

"You there," she said, looking at Kate. "What's your name?"

"Kate," she replied automatically. "You look gorgeous, Mistress."

Her lips formed the alien words without her thinking, the strange glottal gaps coming naturally to her speech as the alien on her head smoothly translated for her.

The flattery settled down the tubing around Khanja's frills, the alien crossing her arms. "At least someone around here appreciates me," she muttered.

She jumped off the platform, her torso bouncing as her army of legs cushioned her landing. "You are coupled with this one, are you not?" She pointed at Jackie, keeping her arms crossed.

"That's right, Mistress," she said, turning towards Jackie. Her lover was wearing one of the translation aliens, her face flat and pale.

A cruel smile lit up Khanja's face. "Good. Then we're going to have a little fun."

She pulled a thin knife out of her belt and handed it to Kate, who accepted it without question.

"The Proctor doesn't believe I have what it takes to get the job done," she said, watching her with malicious glee. "She doesn't understand the depths of my hate. I will do whatever it takes to see this through. And so will you, my slave."

Kate didn't know what she was babbling about, but she waited calmly for her next instruction. The purple gemstones on her Mistress' shoulders and neck glowed, the diadem on her head sparkling with power.

"Cut her," ordered Khanja, watching her with dispassion. "Make her bleed."

Kate hesitated, her arm trembling. Did she really mean that? She couldn't, could she?

"Did you hear me, slave?" hissed Khanja. "Cut her."

The pressure in her skull increased, and she stared at Jackie's arm in horror. She didn't want to, but she couldn't disobey a direct order.

Screaming inside, she was able to slow her arm down as it moved forward, the tip of the knife barely scraping the surface of Jackie's skin. Her lover shuddered, but remained still, staring straight ahead as the slug around her neck squeezed tight.

She was probably experiencing the same terror as Kate, but she had to stand and take it. Their Masters wouldn't allow them to move.

A thin line of dark, green blood welled up from Jackie's skin, the shallow slice bleeding profusely. "Do it again," ordered Khanja. "Deeper. Show me that you're mine, slave, or I'll completely break your mind. You won't have a single thought left in your silly little head beyond pleasing me."

The threat didn't motivate Kate, as she was already losing her mind. Her hand moved again, creating another cut.

She gasped, feeling physical pain at being forced to hurt her lover, but she couldn't stop. The command had been strict, and she had to obey.

This time, she winced as Jackie cried out. She couldn't do this! She was hurting her!