Unlikely Breeder Ch. 05-07

This was disappointing, but I would be accompanied by my ferocious Captain Jerra. I was also accompanied by my doctor to monitor my pregnancy.

The first wave would be carriers with atmospheric fighters. These would take out any air forces still in operation. The carriers were equiped with heavy artillery to take out large groups of resistance, as well as bases and all non nuclear power plants from orbit.

I had to explain why nuclear power plants would be bad to fire upon. It was then explained to me that my former race were idiots as to not make it more stable.

I shrugged.

Satellites were wiped out in the first wave as well. About that time, I was told by the doctor, I was having a female. I had been hoping for a nanny, but miracles are hard to come by.

I was anxious to get my feet on the ground 48 hours after the second wave landed and troops mopped up what remained. My Gork soldiers took the worst losses in the U.S., where gunfire came from every other household.

As my former home was completely taken over, all I could think about was getting a burger from my favorite restaurant.

Jerra refused to let me go down even after the 'all clear' had been given. I watched from the new satellites that we had launched, as well from body cameras.

Seeing the North American continent nearly completely dark on the night side of earth was jarring. Only cities that had nuclear power plants were still lit, and they were now manually being taken off-line, and the radioactive materials, harvested.

South America, and Africa still had some lights on, but the majority of the northern hemisphere, Australia, Oceania, and the middle East were under control.

I had to wait another week to go down. Colonies were being built under domes of what looked like glass, but was much stronger. These would house all Gork occupiers, and officials. It was where the CO2 harvesters were placed, to pump into the domes.

60,000 of these were built in the third wave.

By the time I actually got to eat that burger, only older women were working in my home town. Farms were being built all over the world for the harvesting of semen.

I sat in the restaurant eating my burgers and deep fried cheese curds, with very scared women attending my every need, as Jerra and one of his men sat on either side of me with weapons in hand. Outside, the Royal Guard surrounded the building.

"I think you are growing my Frask." Jerra said as he looked at my belly. I had been showing for a while now, but now I was over eating as well. I realized that this would cause my daughter to be active when I was trying to sleep later. I was right.

The following morning Jerra woke me to tell me Ramah had left home and would be here in a few days. We would have a honeymoon after all.

I had slept all of two hours. My daughter was very active all night. I was tired and cranky as Jerra put me on a sky sled to Kansas to oversee the first factory farm built to my specifications.

A very Gork looking barn, the size of an arena, sat in the middle of a corn field. I was amazed at the efficiency of the military and engineers to have this built in a week. The fact that it had been filled to capacity was even more mind boggling.

We were greeted by one of the veterinarians I had spoke to back home, as soon as the sled door opened on the starboard side.

"My Frask!" He said as he bowed. The oxygen here was high, so the doctor wore breathing tubes connected to a small CO2 collector. Jerra began coughing as well. All of the stalks of corn, and lack of pollution here, forced them all into breathing masks.

"I think that we have come up with a treatment to increase semen production. There is a problem however." The veterinarian said.

"Explain." I didn't want to hear about problems. My Husband could be here in less than a few days. I had promised results.

"Those slaves given to me, are all well beyond their primes. These slaves are too old to get a good harvest." He complained.

"How old?" I sighed.

"Most are over 40 cycles, er um, years old." The vet stammered.

"I understand." I said. I knew that Ramah wanted the healthiest for nannies, but he put me in a bind. If he wanted that harvest, we'd need young men. "Jerra get me a signal to my Husband."

Reader: The next chapters will be from point of view of one of those taken to be a "cum cow".