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A toasterwave! story. 04.17.08 [email protected] I'm so nervous. This is my first story! While writing it I realized that not only can I not form a decent narrative, I am fiercely unable to describe anything to any degree, inable to establish different characters and characteristics; that I am a terrible author. Really atrocious. So if you have any writing tips, please send them to me! Also, please send me feedback on the story. I know it's not your typical shemale story.. in fact I think it's not your normal anything, but I tried my hardest to make it interesting. :/ ------------------------------------------------------------ 1 - Initiation Naked, her essence slowly flowed into the water table. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, releasing more. Naked, her Daughters joined her in the water. The girl below her was sucking away at the perfect pace, not enough to make her come, but just enough to keep her flowing. **With the fluoridator off, all we need are 7683 parts per million to spread my marvelous Gift...!** This thought made her smile, and she saw the first trickle of her seed become lost in the water. Meln, the girl beneath her, became passionate and blocked the Matriarch's flow, aching to the receive her Queen's gift. So potent was the Matriarch's seed that within a few short seconds, Meln had already begun forming the bulge that would become her penis. She understood Meln's enthusiasm, patted Meln and moved her fully engorged lower head toward the water table. It was all for the best--Meln too would soon begin releasing matriarcum. The Matriarch heard the thoughts of the captive women around her. They were filled with unease, fear--that was to be expected--some worried that they would be killed. This she did not want. **I am to be their Mother soon; I cannot have them afraid for their lives! We will help them, make them better, stronger, superior to all others on Earth. ** "Veria, Faysana," two of the Matriarch's Eldest, "Please console the frightened." Veria and Faysana, pleased at being addressed directly, took action as quickly as their erections allowed them to. Veria left the center of the aqueduct pool and calmly spoke: "Please, future Sisters--don't worry! All will be well soon enough." They overheard one of captives, a woman Fay remembered as one of the techs at the water well named Blonde (who was actually brunette), think "They are coming over here... I'll knock down the short one and hold her by her neck, to force her friend to back--wait, what is she doing--" The thought was interrupted by a dense yet fine spray of mist from Faysana's bountiful breasts. The action didn't spark thoughts but created an aura of palpable fear in the onlookers. Blonde looked puzzled for a moment, then seemingly fainted. Faysana melodiously remarked, "I apologize for being so forceful, but that woman was going to harm one of us, perhaps even one of you! But don't worry, she's fine. She is only unconscious." Fay's mist lingered in the air--the powerful mixture induced an unfightable desire to sleep in a few others unfortunate enough to be caught in it. Veria looked at the sleeping Blonde. So gorgeous..! So pert..! Her penis perked slightly. "May I please, Mother?" The Matriarch paused to admire the passed-out Blonde's beauty. She had the confidence to go against the norm and be unshaven; she was not thin but also not fat, making her breasts appear a little fuller; thick, straightened black hair rested just below her shoulder; an impeccably supple ass enough to make even peaches jealous. (If they cared about being sexually attractive to humans, that is. Which they don't.) **It would be a shame to miss this opportunity, but** "No," she said, still focusing on Blonde. Meln took this moment to break, saw that the Matriarch did not need sucking right then. Starting at Blonde, a little more true seed trickled from the Matriarch's penis, instead of the crawl of the precum. "We need to pour our essence together." The thoughtsphere erupted. **I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy this. At first they are afraid of getting converted... and after they get changed, all they want to do is convert! Why, look at Meln! ** Meln took advantage of the free moment to walk over to Blonde's body. Meln was a Daughter now, and directly Matriarch-converted she was fuller, thicker than most. Her new penis 9 inches strong, her new egg- sized testicles producing copious matriarcum, her mind lost the battle to the new stimulus. Meln entered the prone Blonde, eyes rolled back in ecstasy. With a sigh and a moan of unparalleled pleasure, she ejaculated her first precious load. "Meln," demanded the Matriarch, "Dismount her." But Meln did not stop; her eyes dropped to Blonde's body--now starting to awaken--and continued to pump with heartbeat commitment. Meln's mouth widened in anticipation of yet another orgasm. Order had to be maintained! **This is one of those times I wish I'd included mind control in the Gift,** thought the Matriarch. But it was arousing and glancing around, she saw several of her Daughters' sacs get looser, hang lower--a sign she recognized with glee as heightened matriarcum production--followed by milky white seed gradually beginning to flow with greater consistency in their cum streams. 2 - Infringement "What the hell??" was the first coherent thought she heard from Blonde. Meln's eyes had glazed over, her only intent filling the woman below her. Blonde's eyes widened as she regained consciousness. Too shocked to feel pain (or pleasure), she tried to push Meln off. In response, the other woman only thrusted faster, desperately seeking orgasm. But Meln thrusted too far backward and Blonde finally succeeded in pushing her away. The disgusted yell "Get the hell off of me!" the only reaction Blonde could make. Seeing that Blonde was successful, two other captives, co-workers Blonde knew as Rebecca and Ruwanda, stood up and tried to pull Blonde back, to try to protect her. For a moment, Rebecca's lanky-tall yet confident stature removed her fears. "Ruwanda is helping too," Blonde thought, "If everyone else helps, we can easy take them, we outnumber them by nearly quadruple--" Meln stood up, copper-red hair covering her face, right side of mouth crocked in smile, penis fully erect and dripping. She casually moved toward the three. Rebecca tried to stop Meln's motion, rushing to grab her legs, Ruwanda followed closely behind. Meln felt a tickle in her nipples, then a gush of relief as they sprayed their vaporous, colorless cloud. Ruwanda inhaled a mouthful and lapsed backwards in peaceful stillness; Rebecca attempted to resist but soon too dropped. As the two fell, Meln also lost her balance--which she recovered in the taller woman's vagina. This sent Meln over the edge. With a smile that could only be described as beaming, she came hard enough to make an audible squelch inside the woman. The Matriarch had had enough. "Meln, thank you for the show, but please do return to your original duty." This made Emm, the Daughter currently fondling her, frown and slightly weaken her own erection, slowing her seed-flow, but it was unfortunately necessary to keep the other captives as they were for "litmus testing" the Gift's potency. Meln was still cumming when she pulled out. Thick ropes of matriarcum-infused seed hit Ruwanda on her neck and chin. 3 - Insurrection **Nowhere communicable. Another few centimeters and we'd have another Daughter.** These were the thoughts of Dagny Green. Unlike other Daughters, Dagny did not feel any joy whenever another joined their ranks. She had her own reason for this but could not articulate a thought about it in case... **In case the Matriarch can read Daughters' minds, too...** A momentary slip, but it was unlikely the Mother was paying attention--and due to her actions it was likely the Matriarch thought her loyalty was unquestionable. Dagny Green examined the display before her: BIOLOGICAL SUBSTANCE FOUND IN WATER TABLE. COMPOSITION UNKNOWN. STRUCTURE IS NOT CONSISTENT WITH ANY KNOWN BIOLOGICAL WEAPON. "That's because it isn't a weapon...," Dagny mouthed to herself. COMPOSITION NOT SIMILAR TO ANYTHING ON REGISTERED DATABASES. READ RECOMMENDATIONS? YES/NO Dagny clicked YES. IF THE FLUORIDATION AND CHLORONIZATION SYSTEMS HAVE NOT CLEARED THE SUBSTANCE, FIRST RECOMMENDATION IS TOTAL SHUTDOWN. SEE PAGE 714 IN NEW YORK WATER RESERVOIR/AQUEDUCT MANAGEMENT FOR PROTOCOL. The fluoridators and chlorinizers were off. The protocol would have required calling City Hall and telling them to issue a press release stating that the reservoir was having age-related pipe back-up issues that were offline until the problem would be solved. SECOND RECOMMENDATION IS CALLING THE CENTER FOR DISEASE CONTROL AND SENDING... Dagny shook her head, dejected. "They don't care. They didn't care, and now..." Dagny shut off the crisis recommendations program and went back to the water table display. Scanning through the irrelevant information, she found what she was looking for. ERROR: Aqueducts 1 through 5 closed or otherwise inaccessible. All water wells feeding into reserve Aqueduct 6. (Planned, 6 will re-route into 1- 5 once 1-5 finish maintenance -DGreen) ERROR: Unknown substance in water reservoir detected at approximately 393 parts per million. (Substance is benign. Emmiko Jyoun has identified it as escherichia coli, treatable by fluoride -DGreen) ERROR: Cannot filter or flush Aqueduct 6, systems disabled. (Manual filtering, auth tech42 Dagny Green present -DGreen) ERROR: Cannot autoshutdown as only one Aqueduct is active. (Auth tech42 Dagny Green present with full crew -DGreen) Dagny stepped back from the display to absorb the scene. An oddly serene somewhat-silence filled the air. It was only broken, of course, by the sounds of slurping, sucking, rubbing, moaning. Breasts hung freely; scrotums tightened and loosed; every now and then the sound of fresh ejaculate breaking the surface of what was the entire city's public water supply echoed throughout the massive Aqueduct chamber. 4 - Embracement "Three hundred ninety-three parts per million!" announced the mousey tech who had once been Blonde's boss--and friend. The same friend that had betrayed her trust nd allowed this Matriarch to enter the Aqueduct to do as she pleased. Why had she done it? It mystified her. She had claimed, whined few people ever cared for her, were ever concerned for her, that sometimes she felt alone. Was it all so superficial? Was it because nobody appreciated her fey form? The flat-chested to the point of inverted-nipples, the formless butt she'd acquired from years of babysitting a computer? She still had curves other women would die for, but she didn't appreciate what she had. It boggled her mind. 'Dagny' didn't have the ring of, say, a Benedict Arnold or a Delilah, but she was that and much worse. And now Dagny was walking from the console over to her, radiant grin on her face. Smiling as a master would her pet, Dagny whispered to Blonde, "I didn't 'betray' anyone. The reality is much, much more complicated than you think. But you and I have always wanted to do something with our lives and now we're a part of something! We'll change the world, starting tonight. This is the first step to creating a world as near perfect as possible." The thought made Blonde sick. She was still dumbstruck by the situation at hand. But she still had some sliver of hope; at this rate it would take 70 hours for Matriarcum to become communicable through the waterway. As if sensing her thought, the Matriarch spoke in her bright, brilliant tone: "Daughters! I fear that though our hearts may be willing, our bodies may falter. Come, take three more into the pool." Emm, who had already faltered, joined with three other Daughters from the pool to go take more captives. Blonde heard the Matriarch speak again, this time not with her ears but with her mind, a sound she could only identify as the sweetest, most melodious, harmonous voice she'd ever heard: "I want them to be of not one Strain, but of all our Strains together. They will entertain us until they, too, become Daughters. And then they will aid us." "I can see you're almost ready!" a cheerful Dagny voiced, winking. "Do you feel it yet? Can you hear their thoughts?" Glaring daggers at Dagny, Blonde remained quiet. The only thing she could hear was the increased pace of the orgy in progress. And the crying, lamenting of the other captive women in the room. "Oh! I see you DO feel it!" Blonde noticed something heavy pulsating between her legs. It was her penis. She immediately glanced at Meln, who was serenely sucking at the Matriarch, taking a moment to raise an eyebrow and smirk at Blonde's "birth." For a moment, Blonde felt panic--but Dagny's skilled hand starting rubbing life into her organ. "Look around," Dagny said, her own thin cock beginning to stiffen. "Absorb what you see and hear." Blonde's prick pulsed, her balls fizzled with what felt like static electricity. Blonde could actually feel the organ siphoning blood from the logic center of her brain. She became fixed on Ruwanda, a woman who, like Meln had been an secretary at the Aqueduct. Tears were streaming down her face, she was mumbling to herself. One such tear had fallen between hear breasts, down her perfect stomach and directly on to her shaven vagina. Blonde didn't realize it, but her cheeks had become flush. And even slower, she started to make out words in a voice--Ruwanda, who wasn't mumbling at all but thinking to herself. Blonde could hear her thoughts! "Oh my God--this isn't happening..." "Meln... then Blonde... now Rebecca..." "Mirin... is she aware of what she's doing?" "I've got to get out of here and warn--" "She's moving toward me!!" Blonde had become aware of the thoughts of all the other women in the room, but not the thoughts of the Daughters. It was a cacophony of sound which she could not control. Moving Dagny's hand off her hardening member, she got up and walked around, seeing the other women shy back, except Rebecca, who was staring the new growth between her own legs incredulously. The thoughtsphere slowly faded as she concentrated solely on Ruwanda. Learning life the hard way, Blonde herself had in more rebellious times desired women, but thought herself grown out of that phase. But Ruwanda, like this... The cacophony began to creep in again, but Blonde refocused. Ruwanda was gorgeous, which something most of the techs serving the aqueduct were not. Half-white, half-black, she could have passed for either; she had both races' best traits. She had always admired Ruwanda's bust, was even a bit jealous, but was definitely jealous of her butt, which the guys had said was better than her own, which upset her as Blonde thought her butt was her best feature. The tingle in her testicles became electric again; she felt her scrotum begin to expand, grow lower. More blood flowed to her penis. Blonde was leering at Ruwanda now, similarly to how Meln had leered at her before... She caught an awkward angle of Ruwanda, the fluorescent lighting pronounced a deeper shadow of Ruwanda's breasts on her body, heaving up and down with every breath. It was art in motion. "Blonde..? Why are you..?" Blonde moved her gaze upward, toward Ruwanda's face. She was still caught in the phrasing, her mouth slightly open, Ruwanda's contorted in fear, but she still managed to say: "Blonde, please don't... I tried to protect you so this wouldn't happen!" Blonde thought: **Ruwanda is right! What am I doing? This damn thing, it's so hard to think clearly! I mean I know I should be trying to contact the outside, but...** The myriad thoughts slammed into her again. **If they could just quiet, just give me... is Ruwanda's right breast bigger than her left? ...a moment to think for myself, I could... still fix everything before... It IS bigger! ...it's too...** Blonde bent over to touch Ruwanda's breast and Ruwanda shuddered reflexively. Blonde began to gently caress the breast, appreciating its firmness. The caressing turned to massaging. Blonde was rewarded with Ruwanda's aereola coming to attention. Ruwanda teared up again at her own body's betrayal. "Don't worry, sweetie," said Emm, nearby, cock returning to strength. "You'll soon feel better than you ever have before. Oh..!" Emm was interrupted by Blonde. "Meln, your Strand is amazing!" Now fully engorged, Blonde was leaking matriarcum fluidly through her organ, easily a match for Meln's. Blonde was lost in Ruwanda's eyes, concentrating only on her. The seed began to puddle on the ground, just inches from Ruwanda's cunt. Blonde, narrowed the gap between she and Ruwanda--but was pushed out of the way at the last moment. Taken by the same lustful force, Rebecca gave abandon to rational thought and began to penetrate Ruwanda. Eyes glazed, Rebecca sighed in great relief as she methodically pumped. From behind, Blonde could only see Rebecca's enormous scrotum--and hear it contacting Ruwanda with each thrust--Blonde lost sight of Ruwanda, but she did not hear any screams of pain. Turning to see the scene from the side, she saw Ruwanda muffled by the taller woman's breasts, repeatedly hitting her as she was penetrated. A slight fog formed between them--not the thick mist Faysana and not the dense cloud Meln produced--Ruwanda was still conscious, eyes open but appearedly lost in ecstasy between dream and sleep. Rebecca's back arched, she took a deep breath and let out a passionate, cathartic groan. Ruwanda groaned with her, orgasms intertwined. Finished, Rebecca motioned to get up, but Ruwanda held Rebecca tight. "You're still cumming," she said, smiling. She squeezed tighter. Rebecca blushed, but remained inside. Ruwanda's cervix overflowed with seed and formed another puddle on the ground. "I'm.. I'm sorry," said Rebecca, more to Blonde than the Ruwanda. She pulled out of the now-dozing woman. 5 - Introduction It was most definitely not OK. Blonde was so hot that she was practically oozing seed! Emm saw that Blonde was angry, and not wanting to upset a new Daughter, she grabbed Blonde by the elbow. Saying with an audible twinkle, "Let's go to the pool, honey. I'll handle you there." She noticed that through the Rebecca/Ruwanda episode, Emm had begun precipitating again. Not a stream as it had been before, but it was returning, a trail of matriarcum winding down her glans to the base of her scrotum. "Um, Emm..." She didn't think she could make it and if she did, it would be the longest 50 meters of her life. Emm was one of the older female techs at the aqueduct; Blonde never asked Emm's age, but she was no older than 48. While her breasts did sag and she had a few wrinkles, her facial features remained kind and her pose always seemed playful, youthful. Emm turned to face Blonde. "Yes, dear?" In turning, Blonde beheld the bounty of Emm's beauty. The stop produced an extra jiggle in her breasts that would not occur in a woman half her age. Emmiko Jyoun smiled and placed her arms on Blonde's shoulders, allowing Blonde to visually take in her body. Petite, despite this intimate moment, Emm was regal. Her hair framed a typically Korean rounded face, a face despite rough treatment from co-workers was constantly benevolent. Blonde wanted desperately to absorb more of this moment, but she felt ready to burst. "I see!" Smirked Emm, sounding mischievious. Emm immediately bended knee and--Blonde expected to receive the same attention Emm had given to the Matriarch, but instead was treated to something else. Emm had begun tugging on the bottom of Blonde's scrotum, giving her a jolt of a different kind. "Remarkable..." Emm's gaze was fixed on less on Blonde's flowing penis and more on her now pomegranite-sized balls. "Let me see if I can increase your production even further..!" The tug had suppressed her desire to come somewhat, but now left her penis feeling heavy. Emm tugged some more, flicked a testicle **That hurt!**, her head fastly becoming covered in dripping seed. Emm was a bacteriologist, adept at catching and eliminating any potential malignant algae that could form in the water wells before they became deadly. But Emm's biggest flaw was that once she had an assignment, she did not stop until it was finished. "Emm, I enjoy your care, but can I be your science project later?" Emm did not hear, or ignored Blonde, now taking one ball into her mouth and sucking. Emm ever-so-gently kneaded the other ball while somewhat yanking it. Looking down, Blonde saw Emm's cock manic with life, finally streaming again. **It looks almost... cute... coming out of an her!** Mouth off, Emm started kneading both balls, then arced her head back to receive more of Blonde's matriarcum. "It worked!" Emm proudly proclaimed. "I can see your sac swelling. It's so gorgeous... Meln's Strand is incredible!" If what before was a tingle, what Blonde felt now was a torrent, she could feel the matriarcum aching for release. Emm stopped kneading, began massaging. "Hmm, perhaps we should go wash this off?" She said, playfully suggesting more than asking. She did look ridiculous with all the seed in her hair. For a moment, Blonde rejoined reality--**Why am I helping them? It feels good, but if we don't... so good, but if I can't... really, really good, but...**--and left again. Blonde moved toward the aqueduct pool, balls constantly tugged and manipulated to keep her from cumming. The aqueduct pool contained the entirety of New York City's public water supply. Each aqueduct pool was large enough to contain the full capacity and they had engineered just that to happen. They were hundreds of meters deep, hundreds of meters across, the largest containers ever created. The other Daughters, caught their orgiastic throes, did not notice their approach. Blonde looked into the water upon reaching the edge of the pool and saw matriarcum lazily working its way down, slowly becoming absorbed into the other molecules. It was like watching snow falling, meandering in midair. Blonde felt a perverse glee she could not explain while watching it. Stands of ejaculate sank, at first looking like a Pollack brush stroke, then spreading, the ropes of cum splitting, going ever deeper, appearing to be fragile sculptures as they waded and inevitably disappeared. It was by far the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Taking attention off Blonde, Emm dove in and resurfaced cleansed, a few globules remaining. 6 - Invitation Emm grinned and closed her eyes, her member adding her Strain to the glorious Gift. While her own cock was relatively small, her seed had more matriarcum consistency than even the Matriarch's, a fact which could not be more relevant now. **Of course, I don't quite have her volume.** She glanced over at the Matriarch. She needed no further stimulus than the memory **I've never seen anything like Meln's Strand.** Eyes half-closed, Emm grinned with a relaxed sigh, her penis once again adding essence to the pool. Though her cock was relatively small, her seed had more matriarcum consistancy than even the Matriarch's, a fact that could not be more relevant now. Emm joyfully observed her jism spread throughout the water. The tip of her cock continually flowed a gradually whitening cloud, travelling in circles around her. **Almost like octopus ink... except not black**, she giggled to herself. Emm's ear perked, hearing a groan. Caught in her own fancy, Emm had ignored Blonde, whose dick was now salivating, oh-so-close to first true orgasm. The substance in her now orange-sized balls pronouncedly, positively aching for release. Blonde's sac began to tighten--Emm knew what this entailed--and she saw the matriarcum being siphoned into the massive organ. The fluid caused a bulge in the urethra, a crawling ever- so-slowly to the tip. The bulge continued to slide up Blonde's cock. **Meln's Strand continues to amaze. This is a triumph--everthing Mirin had hoped for!** But the seed within did not find freedom--the pace of her flow remaining constant, the tension increasing but not quite ready... **Still, her stream of matriarcum is so impressive... and it seems so thick. I can't wait to see her ejaculate--Mirin must see it, too!** If her flow clouded the water, Blonde's entered it like thick syrup, going feet further before dissipating. "Mother!" Emm yelled with pleasant inflection, turning toward the Matriarch's dais at the water's edge. Seated in her high-backed chair, The Matriarch was practically glowing. Meln was off to the side, pouting while nursing her own erection, but another woman--**Is that..? No way!**--was on her knees, mouth locked on the Matriarch's cum-slit, hands toying with her testicles. The woman was taking it all--or trying to. **It is! Sharnaz! You tried to fight us at every turn, stole our funding for your irrelevant 'research,' tried to have some of us fired as most of us were apparently 'superfluous'... To your credit you didn't report us when you learned what matri36 did to males, but you would not join us, you evaded our every attempt to seed you...** A glance at Sharnaz revealed that she still had not been cocked. Her Indian frame wiggled her ass in the air as she sucked, showing her vagina still intact. It made Emm's cock pang. **How..?** Sharnaz could not hold any more and the seed began to seep out of her mouth, back down the Matriarch's cock. Seeing this, the Matriarch pushed her cock head toward Sharnaz, trying to get Sharnaz to bend back in effort to have her seed dribble down her body and infect her. Sharnaz quickly pulled back from the Matriarch's massive cock, seemingly aware of herself again. **Why would Sharnaz willingly get so close...? Did she really think she could outwit the Matriarch? Is she so arrogant?** There was a pause as Sharnaz locked eyes with the woman in front of her. Sharnaz's beige-porcelain face was creased in a scowl deeper than usual while her opposite remained serene in repose. No one treating it, the Matriarch's member slowed its flow, seed dripping lazily, safely in front of Sharnaz and sloughing off into the pool. She focused and Sharnaz's thoughts entered her mind: "I don't want to serve you. You promised to make me a matriarch of my own!" Frowning, the Matriarch spoke: "But you will be... No. You would have been." Reaching forward, the Matriarch touched Sharnaz's chin with a gaze of admiration. "Sharnaz, you were against us from the start, you stood even when your friends turned against you. And even now, when we have won, you are resolute, trying to bargain. I cannot break you. You have beaten me, and--" "Ugh, do you ever shut up?!" Sharnaz jerked backward, awkwardly losing balance on the slippery aqueduct ground and moved directly into the Matriarch's hand, scratching her cheek on a fingernail. She felt thick, heavy globules of seed hitting her hair and deftly turned her head out of the way of the matriarcum-stream. Batting the jism out of her hair and away from her eyes, she put on a disgusted look. Then, she felt it-- a bit of seed started to dribble down her face, down her cheek, near her wound. She froze, her eyes widened in shock and carefully began to move the fluid away. The Matriarch gave what could only be described as a motherly smile and gushed matriarcum in an arc aimed at the scratch. Sharnaz covered her eyes in time--but not the cut--and then maneuvered to safety, some feet away. In denial, Sharnaz said: "See? I'm fine! My facial capillaries there are probably dead from sun exposure anyway." The Matriarch did not respond, instead turning her gaze to Sharnaz's vagina. At first it was a small swell. The swell gradually pulsed into a bulge. "Oh, Ganesha..." Sharnaz exclaimed, feeling the scratch. "Not like this!" Her labia opened wider, then seemed to compress. The bulge expanded and her cervix dropped, swiftly changing, filling with blood. The Matriarch stood and hugged her new Daughter, who was weeping. Her labia, compressing further, began descending. Her clitoris was absorbed into the her new cervix-growth, which became fuller, wider. The top of her cervix-growth formed a bell-shape. When the transformation was over and a perfect penis was formed, the Matriarch pulled Sharnaz even tighter, eyes locked. Her member pressed against the other woman and continued dripping. Keeping her smile, she started a slight grind to stimulate Sharnaz. Sharnaz showed fear at first, but understood. Almost laboredly, Sharnaz's cock began to awaken, its growth snaking up the other woman's body, aided by the omnipresent matriarcum. Her cock had difficulty becoming fully erect, pushing on the Matriarch's body as it was. But she found a spot--and arced her growing cock up the Matriarch's testicles and rubbed against her shaft. Sharnaz was docked with her new Mother--and her Mother would take her home. The grind sped up and so did Sharnaz's breath with it. Sharnaz, overflowing with passion, went to kiss the Matriarch, but she would not have this--and grinded even harder. The Mother's mouth opened with satisfaction as she felt Sharnaz's cockhead begin to swell. She grinded harder than she had before, hoping to pull the orgasm from Sharnaz. Tossing her head back, Sharnaz's face became vacant as her balls emptied onto her Mother's body. She registered a few powerful spurts before her body gave way. Disappointment flashed on the Matriarch's face, but her smile returned and she re-seated herself. 7 - Integration Gazing at Sharnaz's snoozing frame, Emm snickered as she watched Sharnaz's cock lazily seep its last few post-orgasm drops and go flaccid soft again. **So we've got you now, too. Jenn, Dagny, Blonde, Ruwanda, ... not many who resisted us remain. Although you're not usuallyloyal afterward... Hmm!** Emm motioned to the east edge of the aqueduct pool, where Veria's Strand were, and pointed at Sharnaz. Two Daughters acknowledged and quickly went to her. **Given her actions before, I don't want to take a chance at Sharnaz ruining what we have here. It's best we put her on a Milker.** It was one of Juriana's favorite inventions, used to "influence" Daughters--generally newer ones--who were... less empathetic to the cause. They had 5 components--the first was a pseudo-blindfold, a bandana with electric paper that allowed zero light to seep through, the second being a dual-prong tube hooked onto the breasts which sucked in all the aerolic excretions in case the Daughter beneath it feel threatened and try to defend herself with her spray, the third being a large cylindrical tube with innards designed to simulate vaginal stimulation, pumping the Daughter being Milked to climax, then softly suckling the Daughter back through refactory to complete erection again, only to repeat the process. The fourth component were fiberglass bonds, handcuffs and legcuffs so the Daughter could not break free, releaseable only by entering a code written on the Milker (which the Daughter could not see). The fifth component was the most important: It dumped all of the ejaculate accumulated into the water reservoir. Like all of Jury's work, it was truly perfect genius-- and it would do for Sharnaz. From the pool, Emm saw at least 8 Daughters being Milked, with the deceitful little cunt about to join them. And in the corner of her eye, she saw another waiting for it. Blonde's face was beet-red, completely lost to whatever throes took her there in the first place, mind wholly occupied by the organ now throbbing with fervent persistance. The stream of seed seeping from her cock that should have been a little pre-cum brittle line was a strong, flowing spate feeding directly into the pool. **The poor dear has yet to cum. I feel almost guilty~!** Blonde's penis was ready to burst; Emm almost quite literally believed it would burst, there was so much tension and so much action from the testicles pumping matriarcum in an almost-alien fashion. Wasting no time, Emm took a deep breath. Staring at the base, she breathed on Blonde's cock. Instantly her urethra widened, Blonde gasping. The widening followed the line of Emm's breath, her balls springing to life, pumping the powerful liquid into the shaft. At the eighth and final inch, Emm returned to blow on the sac, now bounding up and down in anticipation of ejaculation-and then it came. With a rapturous moan, Blonde arced braids of cockmilk into the water reservoir, her eyes, face, entire body glazed in a sheen of passion. The seed poured out of her at a constant, unimpeded pace. Her scrotum pounded up and down, giving more and more. **Magnificent!** thought Emm with a twinkle in her eye as the seed arced over her. Blonde leaned forward, bracing, mouth open with orgiastic delight, "Hah, hah..." she gasped, striving for air. **Such a powerful first orgasm!** Emm saw Blonde's cock, still at full strength, aching to be touched. **And now, your second!** Reaching up with mischievious intent, she tapped Blonde's cock, one finger at a time, each in a different tempo. **I remember when Jury did this to me, it felt like I was getting 4 handjobs at once..! The small yet constant stimulus droze me crazy, until...** Blonde erupted again, balls feeding precious seed into the engorged cock. Her breath--and cum--came in short bursts, just like Emm's tapping. A glance at her face showed that she was gone in total, seraphic bliss. Splotches, ropes of cum issued from Blonde's cock. Enraptured, she entered the water. She laughed as her seed came in forceful torrents, breaching the surface despite her cock being below it. The other Daughters voiced their amazement. Blonde was still cumming, face agape in pleasure no one could ever know, the water around her thickening with her Strain. Emm looked knowingly into Blonde's eyes and stroked her, desperate to free every last drop. As she did this, the vacant stare faded and returned to focus. With each gentle stroke, Blonde came less and less. "Don't stop yet," Emm said, more to herself. Blonde's cock started to dip lower and lower with each brief release, cumming at the height of each motion, veins in her genitals unpronouncing. One final gush issues from her urethra, resulting in a narrow yet long line throughout the water. At last, Blonde was finally spent. Face flushed, she had a look of exasperated relief, then confusion. She immediately made a movement to get out of the pool, but Emm grabbed her from behind. "Oh, you're going nowhere!" she said, devilish grin following the sprightly comment. 8 - Interruption "I... want to get out..." Blonde wavered, dizzy. "Oh, but you owe me~!" Emm chuckled, thrusting forward. Her erect penis finding Blonde's unprepared, supple bottom. She did not resist Emm's thrust; after the third, Emm stopped suddently. **Damn! If I cum now I'll have to regain my seed-stream... If only the matri36 made me younger so I could just will it up again! Ugh.** Emm thrusted again, her four inches going slightly deeper. **Her ass is so fine.. it's everything I thought it would be!** She stopped and moved in closely, breathing sensuously on Blonde's neck, then whispering, "I wouldn't do this without your permission, honey... I'm sorry." Emm pecked Blonde's neck with a quick kiss, a show of affection and apology. She eased off and they exited the pool together. Emm sat on the edge of the pool, watching her penis flow its infectious pre-cum into the water reservoir. Blonde laid down by her side, completely drained, limp. Emm noticed the Matriarch, who had been examining the two with a great curiosity. "Your Stand is marvelous." She patted Meln below her, prompting a fierce blush and invigorated effort into slurping her cock. "I'm sorry to have waited so long for your Gifting. You have my permission to go and Gift 2 more." Meln bounced up, giddy, another Daughter briskly taking her place on suckling the Matriarch's member. Meln grinned, looking as if she were a child being told she could by anything she wanted at a candy store, hopping toward the captives until she saw the awesome sight that was the remainder of Blonde's release. It prominently spread throughout the distance of the aqueduct as it sank, somewhat like a snowstorm-in-a- snowglobe, slowly dissipating, absorbed into the water. **Blonde's volume alone is sure to have made an impact!** was Emm's first reaction after taking in the whole scene. She was turned to the east edge, seeing that a 13th Milker--Sharnaz--had been added to the line while she had been busy with Blonde. Sharnaz was awake, and thrashing around, arms and legs bound, saying... possibly screaming things she couldn't quite discern from the distance, but the Milker thrashed harder to match Sharnaz's escalation. She continued to fight the Milker, bucking against its motion, trying to unscrew it from her cock, but it would not budge. The breastcups also began to pump, pulling the off-white aereolic fluid from her... and, she saw, re-routing it into her eye-bandana, giving a direct line to the bloodstream. Sharnaz shook, bucked harder, each motion becoming less and less violent. **She's fighting her own body and doesn't realize it!** Emm thought with awe and respect to Juriana's creation. All the while her cock remained at full height, teased and pulled up and down by the Milker. Sharnaz's bucking declined into rocking, then a slight shaking and she continued to battle the machine. Her body issued a spasm--then succumbed to the ministrations of the Milker, no conscious movement registering from her. The machine started to work on her cock in long, slow heaves, going to the top 25%, then down to the base and up with robotic precision. In short time the tell-tale veins started to show, then the testicles tightening, then the penis slightly engorging further. Sharnaz came, ejaculating her typical-yet-unimpressive thick spurts into the catcher- portion of the pump. Yet she remained passive; no pleasure or displeasure visible. **Did she even feel it..? Or was she unconscious from her own loison? No Daughter deserves to be denied her own orgasm...** While she did appreciate the scientific element of it, Emm couldn't help but feel a bit weirded out. **...but if she didn't fight the machine, she could enjoy it. That I can live with.** She saw Sharnaz awake a moment after, a look of-- **1029 PPM?! Thats's impossible!** It wasn't Emm's thought, it was Dagny's. **Shit! Emm must be back in the reservoir. Wait--no way!** Her own thoughts this time: **That was odd. Why would she care where I am..?** She was Juriana's Strand, a Strand that affected the more mental aspects of the matri36, and this was one of her gifts. Emm sometimes hated being able to hear the thoughts of those she'd seeded, but it did come handy--so much so that she thought it better not to tell anyone she could do it. Emm intercepted more from Dagny: **Oh my God, they got Sharnaz. I can't believe it, after all the warnings I gave her about how to avoid getting infected... And Rebecca, too. Who else is left? Allys? Ruwanda? Jenn? Magda? Elle? No, Ruwanda's at the Milkers, too... And now 1029 PPM. 1029PPM and getting...** There was a brief break in the thoughtsphere. But the thoughts continued: **...better all the time! Things couldn't be better. Everything will be better soon. Yep, better. I can't wait!** Something was not right. Dagny's thoughts had been a bit erratic earlier, but nothing like this! Why would she want to "get out" of this? This was the culmination of their efforts, the beginning of their reconception and inevitable rebirth of humanity. Dagny was the one who had suggestion the Matriarcum Infusion Process and had done all the legwork to ensure it would happen. And with her supervisors dying left and right, she quickly ascended through the glass ceiling to the top, enabling her to initiate it. **This situation is... borrelia burgdorferi. Simple outside, complex within. I've got to map it and determine everything I can before I make a critical judgment.** Emm was troubled; she had seen Dagny willingly infect her bosses, fully aware of the consequences. To question her after that was seemingly absurd, but it was too late to take chances. Emm could not help but recall that Dagny had yet to seed any women of her own yet, though. **Allys and Elle, hmm? There's one way to confirm her loyalty,** she thought, a wicked grin coming to her face. Emm's lack of focus had left her cock completely limp. **Damn thing!** She thought, trying to revive it. Her attempts were valiant! but ultimately lead to nothing. **Ugh, I need more stimulus. And maybe to get out of this pool...** The water did an adverse effect on her penis, making it feel tighter (and not in a good way). **I wonder if every penis shrinks when they're in water for too long.. Hmm. Probably not!** Exiting the pool, she took a moment to observe her surroundings. Veria's Strand were still minding the Milkers with aplomb, struggling to attach a Milker to a new Daughter (she did not recognize) who was resisting every effort they made. Eventually they got the bandana and restraints on, then the breast cups before she began her defensive spray, finally affixing the cock pump, which initiated its... that was enough Emm cared to see of that group. The Matriarch was still on her dais at the southern edge, accompanied by 4 very naked women, two of them Daughters and the other two... not. Her member was carefully ministrated upon by the 2 Daughters on their knees before her, taking turns savoring their Mother's seed. They licked passionately the length of the shaft, which was greater in length and width than their heads and surging its life-altering liquid. In a quick motion, the two Daughters masterfully masturbating the Matriarch's cock stood and moved to the side, the thick seed-stream drenching the two women before them. A puzzled look came over their faces as the Daughters laughed. The Matriarch did not join them, her face instead coalescing into a beautiful, knowing smile. In a moment one of the drenched women buckled to her knees, nursing a gradually growing bulge on her pelvis with a terrified look. The Daughters looked at the other drenched woman who had missed seeding and closed in on her, their own cocks dripping materiarcum, practically screaming to explosion, pulling her... **Looks fun, girls, but I've got more important things to worry about!** Emm could not see the west edge clearly from her position on the south bank due to the distance. Not that it mattered; the west side of the aqueduct was where all the instrumentation was, all the monitors and fail-safes, enhoused in several buildings where Daughters, managed by Dagny and Juriana, warily viewed the data screens. She saw Juriana, her sumptuous light brown cock hidden inside one of her Condensers, a device which stimulated her testicles to quintuple her matriarcum production. Emm remembered a time before Veria used a Condenser--she had to fuck Jenn five times before the infection finally took! Veria's Strand all had week seed strength, which is why they were to administrate the condensers, to get cockmilk out of those who were more fertile. Emm saw Juriana's ear perk slightly, then she walked into the Diagnostics room, out of sight. Emm walked toward the captives in the southeast corner of the Aqueduct. Faysana's Strand was assigned here, bullet-gray metal walls perfectly reflecting her Strand's duty, which was securing the captive women. **Still so many left.. I wonder why Mirin won't infect them all and speed up the process?** Her limp cock beat with instant life at the thought of being able to seed so many. But the Matriarch was the Matriarch and she worked in mysterious ways. **Besides, we may need... hostages... should the worst happen.** The thought made her shudder, violence was definitely [b]not[/b] her thing! And neither was it the way of the over 500 (she guessed) captive women held in the traincar/barrel loading dock section of Aqueduct 6--though she assumed they had all remained calm thanks to Faysana and her Strand's abilities. Their Strain variation had left them with larger mammaries and had dramatically increased the potency of their breast spray, which acted as an euphoric sedative. Emm shook her head. At one point in time the New York Water Authority would have staffed 1200 employees, but as matri36 gradually snaked its way in secret through the facility over the past two months and most of the men were mysteriously disappearing or dying, the Reservoir was nearly shut down. The place would have been quarantined by the CDC if not a certain doctor had declared it safe--but only acceptable for females to work there as they were unaffected by whatever fungal airborne pathogen the doctor said existed there. Matri36 had reduced the staff to around 350 employees and in the subsequent recruitment, over 400 women were accepted to work there, more than enough to cover all shifts. Of course, the CDC had sent 100 female CDC agents to examine the aqueduct as well. **And once they found out, they came to us, asking to be converted!** Emm recalled the fond memory of the night they definitively found the matri36 genome and the subsequent "convincing" and mass conversion that followed. Some agreed with the Matriarch's philosophies yet didn't want to be seeded. And now those same women were cartoned off, imprisoned, kept same for whatever the Mother's whims were. Emm would get answers from Dagny one way or another. **Oh, yes, I will. I will! I'll take Allys and Elle to her.** Emm's sanity almost cracked for a moment. **If she converts them, I know she's loyal... If not,** Emm barely repressed a laugh that come to her for whatever reason, **I'll stick her on a Milker until her thoughts become pudding!** --------------------------- End part 1! In the next: Ruwanda awakens to a constant nightmare, Blonde fights her new body's will, Emm confronts Dagny and the Matriarch's plan for the world outside the aqueduct unfolds... and more~! toasterwave! [email protected]