The Seed Ch. 04

"Who will your first conquest be?" Sanantha asked.

It was the following day. Herbert and Sanantha were back on the campus of the University of Vega. It was time for Herbert to spread his wings and to conquer his first woman. He had had sex with Sanantha, but she hadn't been a conquest; if anything, she had conquered him (with very little effort!). Now it was time to test his newfound abilities.

"Who will it be?" she whispered again in his ear. "The Baroness?"

He shook his head.

"Trisha Darnell?"

He shook his head again. "I... I want my first to be... to be...."

Bright green eyes stared into his. "Someone you don't know. You want to start with a complete stranger, in case things go wrong."

"Yeah," said Herb.

"Doesn't sound very confident to me, Herb," she said.

Herb knew it. When he had been pounding away inside of Sanantha's pussy he felt like the king of the world. But now in the cold light of morning he found that some of his confidence had fled. He could hear whispers in his mind, but he still couldn't hear what they were saying. Sanantha assured him that once his Seed matured that he would understand everything.

"Pick one, Herb," said the hot voice in his ear. "Pick one and take her and fuck her."

Herb looked at a circle of girls talking to each other, a brunette, a redhead, and a blonde. The blonde seemed to sense he was staring at her and she pet her hair self consciously.

"That one," said Sanantha. "That's the one you want."

Herbert nodded.

They waited until the girls finished their conversation and turned to go their separate ways.

"Now," Samantha whispered.

Herbert walked over and overtook the blonde girl. "Hello! Hey there!"

"Hey," said the blonde girl, clutching her Pad protectively to her tits.

"Your name is Laura, right?" Herbert didn't know how he knew that, but he did.

"Yes," she said. "And you are?"

"Herb, Herb Rayburn," he said. Now that the moment had come, he found himself hesitating. This wasn't like telling Sanantha he wanted to fuck her; this was a complete stranger. Could he have the nerve to do it?

"You... you're very pretty," he said.

"Thank you," she said. "How did you know my name?"

"Never mind that," said Sanantha, seeing this conversation was going nowhere fast. "All you need to know is that he wants to fuck you."

"What?" said Laura, as Herb turned red.

"Tell her, Herb."

"Yes...." He gulped. "I... I want to have sex with you, Laura."

Sanantha winced and grinded her teeth. Herbert was saying the right words, but saying them in such an obsequious, beta-male way. He would never get her this way.

Laura gave an uncertain look to Herbert and then Sanantha. "I, I don't know what this is all about, but I have to go-"

"He does want to fuck you," said Sanantha, matter of factly. She stared at Laura with intense green eyes. "He's a great lover. I should know."

"You? Who are you, his Mom?"

"No," said Sanantha. "I'm his Dad's girlfriend."

"What?" said Laura.

"His Dad's girlfriend," Sanantha repeated. "And quite happy, until Herb seduced me and showed me what I was missing." She smiled as she put a hand on Herb's arm, making him excited inside.

"Why... why are you here?" Laura asked.

"Because I like to see the expert lovemaker in action," Sanantha grinned. She stared hard at Laura. "I know your type. I've seen you a million times. You can't decide if you want to fuck Bobbie Ray or Karsen or Demetrius. You let all of them chase after you because you like the thrill of the chase, and you don't want to give it up because you fear you'll lose control of them. But you're playing a losing game, Laura Tungsten. You're a senior in college and when you graduate you'll get a shocking surprise; 90% of the men around you will be married or uninterested or assosexuals. You'll learn too late that while you were fucking around cockteasing half the senior class that you were losing out on your only chance to have wild, passionate animal fun. Well this is your last chance, Laura. I'm telling you that Herb is the best lover you will ever have and if you let him go you'll always regret it. So, what will it be?"

Laura blinked slowly. Her jaw had dropped open. "How... how can you possibly know all these things about me?"

"It's written all over you, as plain as the words on your Pad," said Sanantha. "Herb thought you were cute and might be a good fuck. He thought he could give you a few things you were needing and teach you some things which might be useful to you in later life. But I guess he was wrong. Come along, Herbert. We'll find another girl who does a little less cockteasing and a little more cockplaying." She grabbed Herb's arm as if to pull him away.

"Wait!" said Laura. She looked at Herb and licked her lips. "All right! How... how about... how about we get together this weekend?"

"No, now!" Herb growled, before Sanantha could answer for him. She felt a surge of pride in her bright blue tits.

"How about... tomorrow! Tomorrow night!" Laura said frantically.

"No, now!" said Herbert. He turned to Sanantha. "She's wasting my time. Let's go."

"No, wait!" Laura looked from Herb to Sanantha, genuinely uncertain. "All... all right." She turned to Herb. "You can come to my place."

"Now?"

"Now," said Laura. She turned to Sanantha. "But she stays here! She's not going to watch us doing it!"

Sanantha grinned and squeezed Herb's shoulder. "Have fun, lover." And then she turned and strode confidently away, without a care in the world.

*********

"Who is this, Laura?"

Herb enjoyed the shocked stare from Laura's roommate, who he immediately sensed was named Kara Delfinger.

"He, ah-"

"I'm her lover," Herb explained. His newfound confidence, which he had lost on the Quad, had suddenly returned to him. He felt the Seed throbbing in his head, filling him with confidence and manliness.

"What?" said Kara.

"I've come to make love to Laura. Would you like to watch?" Herb asked.

"Herb, no!" said Laura, giving him a playful smile.

"What's going on here? Laura where did you meet this guy?" Kara asked.

"On the quad... 20 minutes ago."

"20 minutes ago? And you're going to have sex with him? Laura, are you feeling all right?" said Kara, reaching out for her friend.

"She feels fine," said Herb, stepping in between them. "And in a little while, she'll feel grand. Come on, Laura."

Kara watched as Herb pulled her into her bedroom, and closed the door.

********

Sanantha was sitting on the couch and sipping a glass of red wine when she heard the door open. "I'm in here, Honey," she said.

Herbert sank down on the couch next to her.

"So how was it?" she asked.

Herbert said nothing.

"So... how was it?" she repeated.

Herbert gave her a gigantic grin. "She let me do everything I wanted to!"

Herbert was astounded as he made love to Laura Tungsten. She let him lead her into his bedroom and close the door behind them. She let a man she just met minutes ago kiss her, and after a few kisses even kissed him back! She let him take off her shirt and her breast control collar. She let him squeeze and suck on her tits. She let him finish undressing her and waited patiently as he undressed himself. And then she lay on the bed and spread her legs and let him take her virginity!

Yes! Laura had been a virgin! Herbert had persuaded Laura Tungsten to give up her virginity to a man she had just met! As he pounded into her, she groaned and hugged and kissed him feverishly. When it was done and he had spent inside of her, she lay adoringly in his arms. Herbert had enjoyed it, and yet also felt disappointed. Sanantha had clearly been a better lover. Maybe he wasn't the kind of guy who could enjoy sex with a complete stranger.

He reflected on that as he casually got up and reached for his clothes. As he dressed, Laura said, "Will I see you again?"

*********

"And what did you tell her, Herb? Will you see her again?" Sanantha asked.

Herbert shrugged. "Maybe? Who knows? There's a lot of fish in the sea!"

Sanantha grinned. She had been right about him!

"I'm hearing these whispers in my head, more and more," said Herbert.

"They will become clearer to you very soon, I promise," said Sanantha.

"And my nipples are starting to turn blue, like yours."

"Uh huh," said Sanantha, giving him a kiss.

"And my hair is getting thicker and my lips too," said Herbert.

"That may be," Sanantha said, kissing him again.

"And my penis...."

"What about your penis, Herbert?"

"I... I think it may be getting bigger too!"

"Show me, Herbert. Show me exactly what concerns you," she said, her eyes sparkling with lust.

********

"So you had sex with a complete stranger," said Henry, the following day.

"Yep."

"A college senior. And you, a college freshman."

"Yes," said Herb.

"You just went right up to her, said you wanted to fuck her, and you did. With no delay."

"That's right," Herb said, with a cocky smile.

"Why are you lying to me?" Henry asked.

"I'm not lying," said Herb. "I can get any girl. Any girl I want to."

"Right," said Henry.

"You want a demonstration?" Herb asked.

"Sure," said Henry. He pointed to the Mandy Von Neuland, who was reading her Pad while chewing an apple on a bench. "Why don't you go fuck the Baroness? We have twenty minutes until class. Plenty of time I'm thinking."

"All right, I will!" Herb gave Henry a caustic stare and strode over to Mandy, his shoulders squared and full of confidence. "Hey Mandy," he said calmly.

"Hey," she said, still looking at her Pad.

Herb pushed her Pad down with his finger.

"Hey! What gives?" she said.

"When a man is talking to you, it's polite to give him your full attention," said Herb, as if he were lecturing a child. He felt the Seed throbbing in his head, filling him full of confidence. And... something else.... whispers, whispers he couldn't quite understand... and yet a part of him did.

"What do you want?" said Mandy.

"Why, to have sex with you, of course," said Herb.

"What?" said the Baroness.

"You have a nice cunt," said Herb.

She stood up, dropping her apple on the ground. "What did you say?"

"I said, YOU HAVE A NICE CUNT," said Herb.

She moved to slap him, but Herb was quicker, grabbing her wrist in mid motion. He grabbed her tightly and gave her a strong kiss. Mandy struggled against him for a long moment but then she appeared to melt against him.

Henry, from a distance, watched totally astonished as the Baroness wrapped her hands around his shoulders.

When Herb finally pulled back, Mandy blinked and tried to come to her senses. "That... that wasn't bad," she said, wiping her lips with her thumb. "What... what's gotten into you, Herb?"

"The question is, what's getting into you, Mandy?" He grinned at her obvious discomfort. And then he took her in his arms and kissed her again. The kiss was longer this time and this time there was no resistance. Mandy groaned as she hugged him tightly. When Herb pulled back a second time she had a little smile on her face.

"That... that was nice, Herb." Her eyes narrowed. "You're different. You've changed."

"You got that right, Babe," said Herb, in a deep masculine voice which excited her. "Your place, tonight?"

Mandy put out a hand to separate herself from him. "Why don't we go out for drinks first, and see what develops?"

Herb shrugged. "Sure. Bicardi's, 7 PM?"

She nodded.

"See you, Babe." He walked away, without a care in the world.

When he returned to Henry, his friend said, "Did I just see what I thought I saw?"

"You did," said Herb.

"How did you do that, Herb?"

Herb tapped his head. "It's all in the Seed, Henry. The Seed of Knowledge." He idly wondered if Sanantha might give Henry the Seed too; he would certainly enjoy having it as much as Herb was!

********

The Baroness showed up for drinks promptly at 7. She didn't play games. She didn't arrive late, to try and show her power over him. She wasn't dressed like a nun. On the contrary, the blonde bombshell was wearing a shirt which showed off her titties. She was telling him she was ready for sex, if he wanted it.

Herb charmed the pants off of her metaphorically in the bar and physically in her dorm room some two hours later. It amazed him that he seemed to know exactly the right thing to say. Somehow he had become a master at flirtation. His own extreme confidence also surprised him. It was like he was having an out of body experience, watching someone else make love to Mandy Von Neuland, watching another man pound inside the Baroness's cunt, filling her with his seed. And yet it was also him. As he lay in Mandy's narrow bed, feeling her hugging him tightly, he wondered what he had become.

You are Ihan. Your name is Ihan now.

*********

Trisha Darnell was next.

Herbert wanted to fuck the Baroness because she was so pretty, with her long blonde hair. That was why they called her "Baroness", because of her hair and her last name.

But Herbert had different reasons for going after Trisha Darnell. He wanted Trisha because she was such a cock tease. She had friendzoned him for years and he had grown resentful of her even as he had accepted whatever small scraps of unenthusiastic friendship she had offered him. She had listened to his problems but never seemed very interested in him. He had thought of her as his "reluctant friend".

Well, now his reluctant friend was about to become his eager lover.

The old Herbert Rayburn would never have thought this possible. But the new Herbert, the new Herbert which had a voice whispering in his ear, the new Herbert who had seduced and fucked a complete stranger and had taken the Baroness in her own bed, now thought he was invincible when it came to picking up women.

And Trisha Darnell was to be his next target.

Trish was studying in the library as always. She was majoring in Social Justice. She wanted to become an Inquisitor when she graduated though Herbert didn't think she was hard edged enough for that.

"Hey Trish," said Herb.

"Hey Herb," she said, giving him the quickest of glances before returning to her Pad. "What you been up to?"

"Not much," said Herb. "I just had sex with the Baroness."

Trish's Pad dropped from her fingers and landed on the desktop. She gave Herb a very surprised stare. "You did what with who?"

"You heard me," said Herb. "I took Mandy in my bed last night. Well, actually, to be precise, it was her bed, not mine."

Trish stared at him for a long moment. "You're lying."

"Why would I lie?"

She seemed genuinely disturbed. Finally she said, "I don't believe you."

"Suit yourself, Babe," Herb shrugged.

At that moment Mandy Von Neuland, the Baroness herself, sauntered by, staring anxiously at Herb and Trisha while giving them both a frantic hand wave. Herb gave her a lazy, casual salute.

Trisha's mouth dropped open. "I don't believe it! I can't believe it!"

"Why not?" Herb suddenly leaned forward so fast it startled her. "Because you're used to thinking that I'm a weakling, a beta male, a nothing of a man?"

"Herb, you've changed!" said Trisha.

"Fuck yes!" said Herb. "And now it's your turn, Trish."

"My turn? My turn for what?"

"To be fucked, of course," said Herb.

"What?" Trish's jaw dropped open. "I'm not attracted to you, Herb. Not in that way!"

"Not in any way, actually." He screaned her, just to be sure. He was right! "You're a virgin, aren't you, Trish?"

"Why... no, of course not!"

"Yeah, you are. And you want to know the reason why? You're not attracted to any man who chases after you. If a man pursues you, you think they're beneath you. You're only attracted to guys who show no interest in you like Bob Valenti and Fred Garman."

"How did you know that?" Trish was astounded.

"I know a lot more than you think," said Herb. "I know that you pleasure yourself in the shower at night thinking of of Fred sucking you off with his assball uniform on."

"How can you possibly know that?" Trish cried. All heads turned her way.

"Quiet Trish. It's a library! Not everyone wants to hear your sexual dysfunction issues, you know."

"I... I do not have sexual dys-dysfunction," said Trish.

"Of course you don't. You're just an attractive 19 year old who just happens to still be a virgin, purely by choice, right?" said Herbert. "And that's why you were never attracted to me. It's all so clear now. The more I came onto you, the more I showed interest in you, the less you respected me."

"That's not true!"

"You can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself, Trish." Herb said. "I was going to fuck you. Really, I was. I still think you have a hot body. But you have too much going on in your mind." He slowly stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Herb shrugged. "To see the Baroness. Or Nelly. Or someone else. Anyone else who has an attractive set of tits and isn't a head-job." He turned to go.

"Wait!"

Herb slowly turned around. He saw Trisha swallowing heavily. "I... ah... I didn't particularly care for the old Herb...."

"But?"

"But... the new you... you're different!" She gave him a weak smile. "What do you say we go out for drinks? Maybe, next week?"

"Tonight." Herb's voice was stone cold.

Trisha waggled her fingers like an animal caught in a bear trap. "I can't do tonight, Herb. How about Monday?"

"Tonight."

She sucked in her lips and looked wildly left and right. "How about Friday? Though I'll have to check my schedule on Thursday first-"

"Forget it." He turned away to go.

"Wait!"

********

Thirty minutes later, Herb was pounding into Trisha Darnell's virgin pussy. Which was no longer quite so virginal when he thrust inside her for the very first time. She didn't bleed; it must be because of the black dildo in her closet she had been using on a very regular basis. Perhaps being able to read minds was not always such a great advantage.

Trisha still tried to delay the inevitable, even after reluctantly inviting Herb back to her dorm room. They had a hot and heavy kissing session on the couch, which really turned Herb on. He did find the dark haired cutie attractive. But after he got her shirt off she balked when he tried to undo her breast control collar.

"Trisha," he growled, giving her a sideways look.

"Can't we save something for next time?" she said.

Herb sighed. She was still trying to delay. He got up as if to leave, but she pulled him back down. "All right, all right!" she said. And then she did the sweetest thing in the world for him.

She turned her back to him.

Herb smiled as he reached out and undid the magnetic clasp on her breast control collar. As he pulled it free of her, Trisha's hands instinctively went to cover her breasts.

Herb waggled a finger at her. "Trisha," he said, in a musical tone. "Do good girls cover their tits?"

Trisha gave a haunted look. "It's just... it's our very first time together... I wanted to go slow...."

"Go as slow as you want," said Herb, abruptly getting up from the couch.

"Wait!" Trish cried, pulling him back down. As she did her hands fell away from her breasts.

Herb smiled. "That's better." He reached out and squeezed them even as Trish winced. "So soft... so rubbery... are these B cups, Trisha?"

"C cups," she muttered, wishing she were somewhere else, anywhere else, as anxiety spiked in her brain. She was letting another man squeeze her tits. And that other man was Herb Rayburn, of all people!

"Hm... small C's," said Herb thoughtfully, as he squeezed her breasts. "Do you like it when I squeeze your tits, Trish?"

"I... I don't know." Her eyes looked wildly left and right. How had she gotten herself into this?

Herbert smiled. "Of course you don't know. You're sexually frigid. Another one of your little problems."

"I am not frigid!" she said, jumping up from the couch.

"Then take off your pants," said Herb.

She opened her mouth to protest-

"Do it, Trish! Or I leave, and you can enjoy your hollow fantasies of Fred Garman with your black dildo."

Trish's face turned a brilliant shade of red. She bit her lip so hard that it bled. Then, grimacing mightily, she opened the fastening on her pants, just as Herb opened his own. When they got to their underwear, Trish whispered, "Please, Herb. Let's save something for next time!"

He gave her a hard look, and she sobbed, lowering her panties, revealing her fleshy cuntlips framed by dark black hair.

Herb gave a low whistle which made her shudder. "Wooow!"

"Wow?" she said.

"You're very sexy, Trisha!" He smiled at the naked girl. "I always imagined your cunt looked like that!"

"You, you did?" She stammered.

"Of course! You don't think I constantly fantasized about your tits and your cunt?" He kissed her passionately. "I want to fuck you, Trisha Darnell. You make me so hard. Feel this." He took her hand and put it over his penis, which was still encased in his underwear.

Trisha's heart pounded in her chest as she felt Herb's erection. "You... you're already hard," she whispered, looking into his eyes. She felt like she was being hunted.

"You made me that way," Herb murmured.

"I, I did?" Trisha felt even more anxious now. She felt excited and worried, all at the same time!

"Uh huh." Herb put his hands over hers again and made her lower his underwear.

Trisha gasped as she saw his penis for the first time. "It's so big!" she cried.

Herb had to restrain a laugh. Sanantha had intimated more than once that his penis was small or average sized at best. But here Trisha Darnell was saying the very opposite! It was very probably the first penis she had ever seen up close.

And yet... she might be right. Herb's body had begun to change. His hair and lips had gotten thicker. His nipples had turned blue like Sanantha's. And his penis...

The tip of his penis had turned bright blue. His shaft had formed hard bumps all along the length of it. And lower down, his testicles had grown in size. They were so big now that they were straining at his scrotal shaft.

Maybe Trisha was right. Maybe his penis really was big now!

"I'm going to put it in you, Trisha," Herb murmured. "I'm going to put it in you and fill you until it comes out of your ears."

"No!" she cried, as he lowered her down to her bed. "What about Protection?"

"Fuck Protection!" Herb snarled. "If you're worried about it, detonate a mini-EMP pill in your pussy afterwards." He began to rub his cockhead against her pussy lips. Her pussy, which was lined with wiry black hairs, looked so incredibly sexy!

"No!' Trisha babbled. "I'm not ready! Not yet, not yet!"

Herb ignored her. He looked for and found her clitoris, with great difficulty. Sanantha's clitoris had been huge; but Trisha's, by comparison, was tiny. What was up with that?

Herb started to rub his bright blue cockhead against her clit, up and down, up and down, up and down. He adjusted the speed and intensity based on Trisha's bodily responses, which he could now screan as easily as her mind. Soon he was playing her like his harmonica (better, in fact), and she was moaning with pleasure as his cockheat stimulated her most intimate part.

"You like that, Trisha?"

"Yeah," she gave a gentle smile. All the resistance had drained away now.

"You don't seem so nervous or anxious anymore," Herb observed.

"Ah, ah, ah...." She smiled at him.

Herb rubbed his cockhead more intensely against her clit. "Would you like me to put it in you now, Trish?"

"Oh," said Trish. "Ah... ah... ah....."

"Trish?"

"Feels... good... really good, herb," she said, her face tense and taut. "Let's just stick to this for a while.

Herb immediately pulled his penis away.

"Why did you stop?" She cried out.

He gave her a look.

"All right," she said. "You... you can put it in me."

"Don't do me any favors," said Herb, getting up to go.

"No, wait!" the naked girl cried.

Herb stood in profile, his stiff erection pointing diagonally at the ceiling.

Trisha swallowed heavily. "You can put it in me." She paused. "I... I want you to put it in me."

Herb gave her a hard stare.

"I... please, Herb!" She swallowed again. "Please... make love to me! Is that what you want to hear?" She looked so desperate, so needy, with her tits sticking out like that, and her black triangle between her legs practically begging to be penetrated.

"If you mean it." His tone was hard.

Trish took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes, I mean it." She had been too terribly aroused to stop now. If she let him leave, she knew she would always regret it.

Herb nodded and got in bed with her once more. He took her in his arms and gave her a strong kiss. "I'm going to make your first time special, Trish. Even better than the black dildo."

"Even better than my black dildo? How is that possible?" she said, giving a weak grin.

"Watch and see." Herb spread and lifted her legs and aimed his enormous penis at her cockhole. The black wiry hairs framed her red cuntlips so perfectly.

You are Ihan.

What? Where had that voice come from?

Fuck her Ihan. Fuck her, and make her yours.

Herb moved forward, and inserted his penis between Trish's pussy lips, sliding it into her inch by inch by inch.

"Ah... ah... ah........" Trisha gasped as she was slowly filled. And then, somehow, Herbert Rayburn was balls deep inside of Trisha Darnell!

AMAZING!!!!

A week ago Herb never would have thought it possible. A week ago it had been confined to his deepest, darkest fantasy! But now he was actually doing it! He was fucking Trish Darnell, fucking her while her legs were spread and she was even encouraging him to do it! Herb felt a wave of exhilaration go through his body. He felt so strong, so manly as he started pumping in and out of her, relishing the sensation. Trish's virgin pussy was tight, much much tighter than Sanantha's, giving him much more welcome friction.

"Ah... ah... ahhhhhh," Herb smiled down at her. He still couldn't believe it!

He was having sex with Trisha Darnell!

Believe it, Ihan.

Who is Ihan?

You are Ihan. You are a slave of the Iskari Empire.

I am no man's slave!

You are now. You have taken the Seed and your true identity has been revealed. You are Ihan, and you will obey!

Herb shook his head as if trying to make the voice go away. He tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. He felt his cockhead being wonderfully rubbed by Trisha's insides. He loved the sight of Trisha's wet, gleaming pussy lips tightly hugging his hard, pistoning cock as it went in and out of her.

She feels good, doesn't she, Ihan?

Yes!

And it's only going to get better.

How?

Herb frowned as he thrusted harder inside of her.

"Was this how you imagined it? Was this how you imagined being with me?" Trisha gasped. Her sweaty face looked so beautiful, so sweaty, so athletic, so fuckable!

"Yes!" said Herb. He felt all his inhibitions stripped away. It was time for true confessions! "Every time we talked, I was always mentally undressing you. Sometimes I was even fucking you!"

"Really?" Trisha gave a wide smile as her lover fucked her.

"Yes!"

"What a bad boy!" She said with a smile that made his dick even harder.

Trisha Darnell was now totally into it. Some women weren't experienced enough to enjoy their first sexual encounters, but Trisha's practice with the black dildo had prepared her perfectly. Herb's seed-enhanced rod was just as hard as her black dildo and the warmth of him, of feeling a man on top of her, inside her, excited Trish's vagina in a way that the black dildo never could.

Herb smiled as he poled into Trish's sopping wet pussy. He was fascinated by the wetness of her cuntlips, by the dark hairs framing it so perfectly. The sight of it turned him on so much! It looked so different from Sanantha's and the Baronesses's, so earthy, so primal! He felt his penis getting harder, tighter! It wouldn't be long now!

But he also felt the tightness in his head increasing.

What's going on inside my head?

It is the seed.

What? My seed is getting bigger?

No. The new seed.

What new seed?

The one you are making for Trisha.

Herb looked down at Trisha smiling serenely and suddenly understood. He was being used as a tool to give her the Seed.

"No!" he cried.

"No what?" said Trisha, looking puzzled.

"No... time," he gasped. He felt his penis on the verge of erupting. "I'm... I'm going to come, Trisha!"

"I am too, Herb! Let's try and come together!" Her eyes sparkled with delight.

Herb felt trapped. His penis felt like it was about to explode. So did his head. Somehow he knew what the voice inside his head was waiting for. It was waiting for Trisha to climax and lower all her mental defenses. Herb was helping it, even though he really didn't want to. As he sped up he realized he was helping to enslave another.

"I'm coming, Herb, I'm coming! Oh.. oh.. oooooooh!" Trish cried. Her intense orgasm face, her intense expression of need, and the feeling of his cockhead being so slickly stimulated drove Herbert Rayburn over the edge. As Trish cried out and her chest flushed red, Herb felt himself releasing inside of her. And then the heavy burden in his head was finally lifted as he felt something shoot out of his head... and into hers! Trisha's head buckled like a boxer taking a hit, and she gasped as she was doubly seeded.

When it was done and he pulled out of her, Trisha looked down at the silvery river of wetness streaming out of her widely stretched cunt. "So much liquid," she marveled. "You made so much!" She grabbed her head. "I feel... different."

Herb felt himself smile. "You've just become a woman. Congratulations." He kissed her strongly, even as he wasn't feeling it.

As Herb got dressed he saw her eyeing him anxiously, staring at his long bobbing penis. "Will I see you again?" she asked.

"Perhaps," said Herb, feeling elated and terrible. Now Trisha Darnell was chasing after him... but his victory felt like a hollow one.

********

The door to Trisha's building slammed shut behind him as he wiped his sweaty hair back. What was happening to him? What was he becoming? What-

He was so preoccupied that he practically bumped into someone walking by him. "Oh, sorry," he said automatically.

"Herbert, is that you?"

Herb's eyes grew wide.

It was Donna Besch.

"Donna! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I go to school here, like you," the big breasted brown haired cutie said, giving him an uncertain look. She was in med school and he was an undergrad, but it was all the same university. "How's your Mom doing?" she asked.

"My Mom?"

"The Methacondone I delivered earlier this week?" Donna asked.

"Oh, that! She's fine on it. She's doing really fine," Herb lied.

Donna narrowed her eyes. "Are you all right, Herb?"

"Am I all right? I'm all right! I'm better than all right! Why, why do you ask?" Herb felt like he wanted to melt into the ground. He had just come out from a girls' dormitory, he was all sweaty, his hair was a mess, and his penis inside his pants was wet and sticky. He felt like he was wearing a sign saying "I've just had sex" for all the world to see.

"You just seem... different," she sniffed. Herb looked like he had just run a mile, and was all sweaty. What's more he even looked different. His hair was thicker, and his lips looked bigger, meatier. She decided it made him look more attractive. Donna glanced at the building behind him. "The girls' dormitory?"

"Yeah-yes! I, I was visiting a friend."

"That's nice," Donna said after a pause.

"Why? Why is that nice?" Herb demanded. Suddenly all his confidence was gone.

"Well, you, you seemed shy, that's all. It's nice of you to be making friends... friends who live in a girls' dormitory," she grinned at him. She turned to go. "Well, it was nice seeing you, Herb."

"Wait!" Herb cried.

Donna looked questioningly at him.

"Are you... are you single, Donna?" he blurted out.

Donna pursed her lips. "No, Herb," she said softly.

"Boyfriend?"

She nodded.

"Serious boyfriend?"

"Well, we're going to get married after I finish medical school, so I'd say yes," said Donna. She watched him carefully for his reaction.

"That's nice! I mean, that's terrible!" said Herb. "Terrible for others, I suppose. Terrible for others... but good for you!"

Donna burst out laughing, making her heavy melons bounce inside her shirt. She put a hand on his arm and Herb felt like his entire body was electrified. "Oh Herb, you're so darling!" She winked at him. "See you later, alligator." And then she walked off.

Herb stood there, staring for a long while. He could have taken her, he knew it. Even as his formerly hesitant shy self had awkwardly reemerged, he still could have switched gears at any time. He could have screaned her, found out her vulnerability, and used it against her. Despite having had sex with Trisha just moments ago, he could have bedded Donna Besch that very evening.

Then why didn't you, Ihan?

********

"What have you done to me?"

Sanantha smiled as she checked the cooking pot on the stove. "I've given you the Seed."

"Yes, but what have you done to me?" Herb demanded once more.

She leaned forward, giving him a better view of her heavy breasts peeking out of her low cut shirt. "You tell me, Herbert."

"There's a voice inside my head. It says my name is Ihan now."

"Ihan. What a lovely name," Sanantha smiled.

"It says I'm a slave of something called...." Herb bit his lip and concentrated.

"The Iskari Empire?"

"Yeah," said Herb. "And some guy named...."

"Omni?"

"Yeah, that's the one," said Herb. "What does it all mean, Sanantha?"

She put a loving arm around him. "It means, my dear Ihan, exactly what it says. The Seed I lovingly planted in your mind during our first sexual experience together has brought out your true self."

"My true self?"

Sanantha nodded. "Your people, here on Vega 2 and on Earth as well, are descendants of a proud warrior race called the Iskari. Their Empire spanned half the galaxy. Over time the Empire fell, and the genetic purity of the race withered on the vine, so to speak. You humans are their natural descendants. By giving you the Seed, we are awakening sleeping portions of your DNA. Helping you realize your true identity."

"That... I really am a warrior slave... named Ihan?"

"That's right," said Sanantha.

"And tonight... something came out of my head-"

"A seed-"

"Which seemed to go into Trisha Darnell."

"Congratulations! Your first seeding! I'm so proud of you, Ihan!" she hugged him tightly. "You are progressing much faster than I expected. It's only been a few days since I gave you the Seed and you are already seeding others! Tell me, can you screan their thoughts as well?"

"I... yes, sometimes." He shouldn't have known what screaning meant. But he did.

"Wonderful!" Sanantha screaned Herb's mind. She saw the seed had sprouted thick, brown clothy leaves in his mind. Herb's seed had matured! "You are now a slave of the Iskari Empire! Welcome aboard, Ihan!"

"No!" Herb pulled away from her. "You tricked me! You told me you were going to help me get women!"

"And I did." She gave him a hard stare with those obdurate green eyes. "And I also told you I was going to give you the seed, to help you find your true self. All my promises have been kept, Ihan. And now you must pay the price for your new gifts."

"No!" Herbert cried. "I won't be your or anyone's slave! You can't make me!"

"Me?" Sanantha put her hand to her breasts. "I won't make you do anything."

"You won't?"

"No."

"Then who will?"

"You will, Ihan."

********

Herb literally ran away. He went for a long, long jog. But he couldn't escape the voice in his head.

There is no escape, Ihan. There is no place that you can go to which will free you of me.

"Leave me alone!" Herb cried.

It will be better if you accept it. You are Ihan now.

"If I am Ihan, then who are you, Voice?"

I am you, Ihan.

********

Herb felt intense sexual arousal. He tried to pleasure himself with his favorite holoporn, the scene in Parasites Loves Earth where Marion Weatherly gets seduced by her daughter Susan in the shower, but this time he couldn't get himself off to it. So he went back to Trisha and fucked her again. She was more than willing to pleasure him now that she had taken the Seed. Herb was grateful that her Seed had not yet matured and taken total control of her.

But the second fucking of Trish left him hollow and empty. So he went back to the Baroness for another go. To his immense horror he found himself forming a seed in his mind again but this time, even fully aware of what he was doing, couldn't stop himself.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Mandy gasped, her long blonde hair glistening as Herb moved inside her. "You feel so good, Herb! I love feeling your hard dick inside of me!" She had absolutely no idea what was about to happen to her.

"Oh Mandy!" Herb cried, feeling his penis tightening up.

"Oh Herb!" Mandy grinned. "I'm coming, Herb, I'm coming!" she cried out.

Oh no!

Herb felt the heavy weight lifted from his head just as his penis started exploding into her. He was a tool, in more ways than one. He had inseminated her, but he had also seeded her, in a completely different way. Herb gasped as his mind was emptied of the hardness inside. Emptying the seed inside of Mandy's mind felt as good as emptying his balls inside her cunt! Maybe better! The feeling of empty pressure and relief in his balls and in his head made him feel so relaxed, and so content... at least in one way.

Mandy sat up, puzzlement written all over her face. She looked down and saw the small river of silvery sperm coming out of her cunt. "So much... so much sperm," she murmured, looking at Herb's semi-deflated penis. Then she grabbed her head, making her tits stick out. "I feel something, something in my head!"

"I know." Herb proceeded to get dressed as quickly as possible.

"Will I see you again?" she cried pitifully, as he headed to the door.

"Maybe," he said.

"Please come back soon... master!"

The word hit him like a brick.

********

"I'm back."

"So I see."

Herb had had sex with the Baroness and Mandy but neither had relieved the craving inside of him. Ihan saw to that. He felt Ihan growing stronger inside of him every day. It had been two days since he had left Sanantha and he had tried masturbating and sex with women to dull the growing tension inside of him but nothing worked.

"Why can't I be satisfied with the girls?" he asked.

"Because we no longer wish it," said Sanantha. "We may permit you to enjoy sexual pleasure from time to time, if it serves our purposes, if you serve our purposes. But what you have to understand now is that you are a slave, Ihan. My slave. Your primary purpose is to serve others. If you end up getting pleasure in the process, it is only... a bonus."

Herb swallowed heavily. "All right," he said, taking a step towards her.

"All right what?"

"I... I am a slave," he said, taking another step.

"Whose slave?" she asked, as he put his arms around her.

"Yours," he said, giving her a kiss.

"And?"

"The Iskari Empire," he said, kissing her again.

"And?"

"And... someone named Omni," said Herb.

"Someone who you soon will be very well acquainted with," said Sanantha. "And who are you now?"

"I... I am Ihan," said Herb, gritting his teeth. He tried to kiss her again but she held up a restraining hand.

"Only Ihan?" she asked.

"Yes. Only Ihan," said Herb. He tried to kiss her again and this time was rewarded. Her lips acted like a balm against his.

Sanantha smiled approvingly as she pulled away.

Herb grabbed her hand and tried to pull her to the bedroom, but she would not go.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I... I thought...."

"You want sex, to ease your discomfort, correct?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't you hear what I just told you, Ihan? Now that you have accepted being a slave, your own sexual needs are no longer relevant. All that matter is serving others." Sanantha saw the sad look in his eyes, and felt a pang of sympathy. "However, I know a place where you may be able to get the satisfaction you are looking for."

Suddenly a white doorway appeared in front of them, one practically bursting with bright, white light.

"What is that?" Herb cried.

Sanantha took him by the hand and walked him through the door.

********

"Some call it the White Room," said Sanantha.

Whiteness. There was nothing but whiteness all around them. Left, right, up, down. Herb marveled that they didn't just simply fall into nothingness.

"There's... there's nothing here," said Herb, looking around.

"Is there?" Sanantha said.

Suddenly a rush of people and things rushed forward around them, filling the empty space. There were men and women, most of them nude. Herb suddenly noticed that while he was nude, Sanantha wasn't; she was wearing a low cut dress with high collars. There were people all around them, mostly young, attractive men and women. Some of them were talking excitedly with one another. Others were dancing; others were playing musical instruments; and others... others were making love.

"Omni... Omni... Omni... Omni...."

Sanantha walked him to a place where slaves were prostrating themselves to a giant statue, some 20 feet tall. The statue was blue and had thick scaley skin; enormously thick arms and legs, with sharp points sticking out of them; a giant leering face with red eyes and giant fangs, and on its forehead was a long pointed horn.

"This... this is Omni?" said Herb.

"Yes," said Sanantha. "And you are his slave. Your purpose in life, Ihan, is to serve Omni, and to help free him from captivity."

"How... how can I do that?" Herb asked.

"Perhaps by walking the Pattern, if you are worthy of it," said Sanantha. Suddenly a well lit maze appeared on the floor before them. The maze had no walls, only bright shining lines on the floor. The maze was studded with decorative statues. And at the end of it was a bright, yellow light.

"That is the Source," Sanantha explained. "It is the Source which holds Omni captive. If you can get to the Source, you can free him."

Herb looked at the glowing maze on the floor. "If it's so easy, why haven't you done it?"

"I never said it was easy," said Sanantha. "Many have tried."

"What happened to them?"

Sanantha looked at the statues studding the maze, and abruptly turned away. "But before you walk the pattern, you must demonstrate aspects of civilization. Painting. Singing. Dancing. The playing of musical instruments. I believe you said you played the harmonica?"

Herb nodded.

Suddenly an instrument appeared in Sanantha's hand as if by magic. She handed it to him. It looked like a trumpet, with two divergent arms which split upwards and curved backwards to go over the player's head. "What is this?" he said.

"It is called a Fretna. Play it."

"I don't know how to play this," said Herb.

"Play it!" said Sanantha.

Herb reluctantly put the device to his lips and his fingers to the valves. Suddenly it felt familiar to him. He started to cautiously play a few notes. It sounded like a trumpet, only deeper, and richer. He started to play more and-

"Terrible!" Sanantha cried, pulling the instrument from his hands and sending it crashing to the ground. She seemed disappointed in him, and yet, Herb also screaned that Sanantha was somehow secretly relieved.

"Come. Let us meet the others." She walked away, confident that he would follow. He did.

Most of the people here were nude, but a few weren't. There were four fully dressed people grinning and talking in a circle who Sanantha led him to.

"So, the sister returns!" said one of them, a beautiful blonde. "And what have you caught this time, dear? It looks like a minnow." They all laughed.

"This is Ihan, my newest acquisition," said Sanantha. "Ihan, these are several of the Masters. This is Whiskey." She indicated the blonde woman who had spoken. Now that Herb got a good look at her, she took his breath away.

Whiskey was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She had long, wavy blonde hair, high cheekbones, and bright green eyes. Her smile could light up a sun. She was wearing a low cut bright dress with yellow and blue flowers with high collars, a dress which showed off her large, bell shaped breasts and slender figure. Herb had seen blonde women before, blonde women with big breasts and pretty faces, but for some reason this one was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen... if only he could put the reasons into words.

Whiskey smiled, as if aware of the effect she was having on him. Which she probably was. "Nice to meet you, Ihan," she said pleasantly. A moment ago she had called him a "minnow", but that didn't matter. That brilliant smile made him forgave everything!

"And this is Caldor," said Sanantha, turning to a tall, handsome man.

Caldor ignored Herb, and kissed Samantha on the lips. "It's been too long," he said.

"Yes, it has," Sanantha agreed. She turned to the last two masters. "And these, Ihan, are Daikan and Fumeko." She indicated a handsome Japanese man and a sexy Japanese women wearing nearly transparent black ninja outfits. Herb could easily see Daikan's buff chest and Fumeko's large Japanese breasts which stuck out horizontally without a hint of sag.

"What he for?" Daikan asked.

"Ihan is going to be one of my newest Seekers," said Sanantha.

"He a Seeker?" said Fumeko. "He a skinny little thing! He no look good for Fucky Fucky! You know how to do Fucky Fucky, little boy?" She and Daikan laughed, and Herb was crushed to see Whiskey joining in.

"Actually, he's quite a capable lover," said Sanantha coldly.

"I no think so." Fumeko shook her head. "I think we put him in a room with 50 naked female slaves for a week and no one comes out pregnant. Least of all him," she added, laughing again.

"He really doesn't look like much to me, San," said Caldor.

"Looks can be deceiving, Caldor," she said.

"Hmmm." Whiskey shone her bright blue eyes on Herb. She reached out and gently touched his penis. "Have you ever used this before, little boy? For anything besides peeing, I mean."

Herb felt incredibly aroused by her touch, but also outraged and embarrassed. "I... yes. I have had sex with women."

"How many? One... two... three?" She gave him a mocking smile which turned him on so much!

"Four... if you count Sanantha," said Herb.

"If we count Sanantha!" they laughed hysterically, making his face turn red. Whiskey turned to Sanantha. "He's not much San, but I think he's cute! We should keep him around, if only for decorations."

"He is not going to be used for decorations," said Sanantha sternly. "Ihan is going to be one of the greatest Seekers. He's going to pave the way for me to be appointed Niblet."

"Niblet? Really?" said Whiskey, with mock wide eyes. "Second only to the Great One himself! Well, you must really be something special, Honey!" And she reached out and gave Herb a great big kiss.

The touch of her lips caused an electric shock to surge through every cell in his body. Herb's chest grew tight, his breathing rasping. His penis suddenly grew hard. When Whiskey pulled back, Caldor said, "How was he?"

Whiskey gave a weak smile and rotated her hand ambiguously, and they laughed again.

"I think Dickey Dickey liked it!" said Fumeko, pointing at Herb's erection. Herb's face grew red as everyone laughed. Again.

"Let us see exactly how good a lover he really is," said Caldor. He snapped his fingers. "Allegra! Karice! Spesasalda!"

Suddenly three naked women appeared almost out of nowhere. They were gorgeous, a brownhaired woman (Allegra), a black haired lady (Karice) and a stunning blonde (Spesapalda). "How may we serve you, Master?" Spesasalda asked, with an amused twinkle in her eye. Spesasalda belonged to Whiskey, and was almost as beautiful as she was.

"We want to see if this slave has any Seeker potential," said Caldor. "Have him make love to you, so we can see what he can do."

"You want Ihan to have sex with all three of them?" said Sanantha.

"Why not, if he's a real man, a real Suldadda?" Whiskey asked.

"I think one should be sufficient," said Sanantha.

She's being protective of me, Herb thought. Just like with the musical instrument. Somehow she sensed a danger, and was protecting me from it.

"Which one?" Daikan asked.

"Why don't we let Ihan choose," Sanantha asked.

"A slave?" Caldor laughed. "What next? Should we ask a shetland pony who it would like to give rides to?"

"Let him choose!" said Fumeko. "I interested to see who makes his little peepee hardest!"

Sanantha turned to Herb. She gave him an easy grin. "Well Ihan? Which one do you want?"

"Which one do I want?" Herb's jaw dropped open.

"You were the one who wanted to have your sexual needs taken care of. Now is your chance," said Sanantha.

"But... to do it here... in front of all these people...."

"You are a slave," said Sanantha bluntly. "Slaves are required to perform whoever and wherever required.

"He talk back to her. He not Gone Away yet, has he?" Fumeko asked.

"Not yet," said Sanantha. "Ihan just got his seed a few days ago. His host's personality hasn't entirely vanished yet."

"You put him on Tree of Life. A few days, he be as right as rain," said Fumeko.

"I don't think that will be necessary. Will it, Ihan?"

Herbert licked his lips. He looked at the young, sexy girls. He did feel a strong tingling in his balls, a need to release. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having sex in front of these Masters. He looked at Allegra, the brown haired girl, who was smiling at him. He looked Karice, with her pear shaped breasts jutting out at him. And then he looked at the blonde Spesapalda. Spesasalda could have been a younger sister of Whiskey. She was almost as pretty as her and had a radiant smile.

"That one," he said, pointing at her.

"Why did you even bother to call the others?" Whiskey asked, in an amused tone. "My Seeker is always the first to be chosen."

"Come," Spesapalda said, pulling Herbert by the hand. "Show me your great lovemaking skills, Ihan." There was only a hint of mockery in her tone. She pressed her lips against him and Herb felt a tingling through his body. His penis got even stiffer. He grabbed her and kissed her back strongly, passionately.

The Masters watched as Spesapalda groaned and wrapped her arms around him. She felt his hard penis pressing against her stomach and smiled at the thought of having him inside her. When he pulled back, Spesapalda said, "You... you're a good kisser."

Sanantha gave them a "I told you so" look.

Spesapalda pulled him to the ground, where soft white bedding suddenly appeared beneath them. They seemed to be in some kind of alternate dimension or state of being where things could simply be "thought" into existence; that is, if this wasn't some elaborate guided dream.

Herb got on top of Spesapalda and started to kiss her ravenously. He ignored the watching Masters. He ignored everything around him. The world consisted only of him, and Spesapalda. Herb let go with his pent up need. His long-simmering arousal had been made even worse by the sight of Whiskey. She was the most attractive woman he had ever seen and now he was having sex, mere feet away from her, with her subordinate who looked more than a little like her. Despite his initial reluctance to perform for a crowd, the thought of fucking Spesapalda, of making her squeal as he filled her with his seed, excited him beyond meaning. Herb was fucking Spesapalda but he wanted so desperately to impress Whiskey; he wanted to make her want him!

Herb smoothly inserted himself inside of Spesapalda's vagina and started with smooth, even strokes. He kissed her furiously as his cockhead rubbed her insides strongly. She responded with a small smile but he could tell she wasn't impressed. Not yet.

And then he started to simultaneously rub her clit. Suddenly Spesapalda transformed into a completely different person.

"Oh!" Spesapalda cried. "Oh, oh, oh... oh Ihan... yes, just like that! Just like that, Honey!" Suddenly she was totally into it, hugging him and wrapping her legs around him and whispering in his ear, "Fuck me like that, Honey. Fuck me very hard!"

The Masters watched the spasming girl underneath him.

"She making plenty of sexy girl noise," said Fumeko. "She sound like whore being paid double. Maybe we judge him too quick!"

"I think we might have," said Whiskey, giving a pleased smile as she reappraised the newest slave. She put a finger in the edge of her mouth as she watched Herb's ass pumping up and down.

It didn't take long for Herb or his partner to come in this hypersexualized environment. Herb's unmet needs had been hanging over him for two days, despite having had sex with the Baroness and Trisha Darnell, and meeting Whiskey had only inflamed his desire. Spesapalda was no chicken sandwich either. In the real world he would have called her a perfect "10"... at least, before he had met Whiskey.

Herb gasped and flooded into her, filling her with his seed as Spesapalda came on his rampaging cock. Herb had screaned her sexual needs and timed their orgasms perfectly, as any professional would, slowing down and speeding up the stimulation of her clit as needed to make it all happen at the same time. He could feel the pride radiating from Sanantha as she thought, that's my boy, Ihan!

As Herb pulled out of Spesapalda, a river of silvery sperm came flowing out of her widely stretched cockhole, wetting her bright blonde pubes. Spesapalda lay there gasping, looking heavily fucked, her breasts heaving as she slowly recovered her breath.

"Not baaaaad," said Sanantha, giving him a hand up. "You did well, my slave."

"I am not a slave," said Herbert, completely ruining the moment for her.

The other Masters gasped.

"What did you say?" said Sanantha.

"You heard me," said Herbert. Now that his sexual needs had been met--and they had been met--Spesapalda had been an incredible fuck!--his rebellious nature reasserted itself. "My name is Herbert Rayburn. Not Ihan. And I am no one's slave!"

Daikan looked like he had been slapped. Caldor's eyebrows shot up. Fumeko gave a wicked smile. Whiskey put her hands on her hips and spread her legs.

"I told you. You put him on Tree of Life. Two or three day there, he be as right as rain," said Fumeko.

"I have a better idea," said Sanantha, giving Herbert a dirty look. She waved her hand, and a row of large silver chairs appeared. Each one was under a bright spotlight. Several of the chairs were occupied by men and women who sat in them, gasping and shuddering.

"Sit down in one of the chairs, Ihan," said Sanantha.

Herbert didn't want to. But he felt Ihan compelling him to. Biting his lip, he climbed up onto one of the giant silver chairs which was vacant. When he put his hands on the giant arm rests he suddenly found he couldn't move.

Suddenly, he felt himself sexually stimulated. His penis, which had shrunken down, became stiff again. Painfully stiff. His balls felt painfully full. It was as if he hadn't had sex in months, rather than minutes.

He started gasping with unmet desire. "Ah.. ah... ah... ah...." Herbert saw a man to the right of him, with an enormous red erection, gasping for breath as his penis flopped up and down. He saw a woman to the left of him, panting heavily as her breasts bounced up and down as if she were riding on cock. How long had they been left like that?

"You should have put him on Tree. Wipe mind and be done with host personality," said Fumeko.

"But I decided to put him here," said Sanantha, as if the matter were of no importance.

"How long are you going to keep him there?" said Whiskey. She looked over at Herbert with his enormous erection, and Herbert imagined he saw a faint glimmer of interest in her eye.

"I haven't decided." Sanantha made a big show of examining her nails.

"You should give him the full duration," said Caldor.

Sanantha ran her hand over Caldor's chest. Then she kissed him deeply. "I said... I have not decided," she said slowly, accentuating every word.

"I'll buy him from you," said Whiskey suddenly.

"What?"

"He's obviously a troublesome slave. I'll take him off your hands," said Whiskey.

"Why would you want a troublesome slave?" Sanantha asked.

"Oh, well... I see he might have some small potential," said Whiskey. She smiled at Herbert, sending a chill down his spine.

Even as Herb was intensely stimulated he thought, Please, Whiskey, please buy me! I'd love to be your slave!

She smiled at him as if she could read his thoughts. As she probably could! And then she actually winked at him!

But then she turned away, and the Masters conversed among themselves. Herbert could hear them laughing from time to time, enjoying themselves as he was being tortured.

For torture it was. The chair seemed to know when his body was approaching orgasm and it kept him on the edge. The painful edge. Herb gasped as his penis felt like it was going to explode. His giant balls felt like they were going to burst. The stimulation and discomfort went on and on and on. It felt like hours.

And then suddenly Sanantha and the other Masters were standing before his chair.

"Don't tell me you're going to let him go," said Caldor. "It's only been a few minutes!"

Minutes?

"I think Ihan has learned his lesson. Haven't you, Ihan?" Sanantha asked.

A few minutes? Surely he had been there for hours! Herb turned his weak, sweaty head to his Mistress. "Yes, Mistress."

"Tell me, what is your name?"

"My name is Ihan, Mistress."

"And what is your purpose?"

"I am a slave," said Herb wearily. "Your slave. Omni's slave. And a slave of the Empire."

"And what is your primary purpose in life, your only purpose in life?"

"To obey you, Mistress," said Herb.

Sanantha nodded. "I think that's sufficient. You may stand up now, Ihan."

Herb's jaw dropped open as he realized he could stand. Immediately the pain in his cock and balls ceased. He climbed down from the giant chair and walked to her on unsteady legs.

"You a very lucky you have soft mistress! You never get off so easily like dat if you belong to me!" said Fumeko.

"Ihan, I want to show you something. Ihan, are you paying attention?" Sanantha asked, eyeing his rolling head. He was clearly still lightheaded.

"Yes, Mistress."

Sanantha waved her hand and suddenly a giant tree appeared. People were hanging from it, face down, their bodies suspended above the ground. The branches of the tree seemed to penetrate their bodies, into their legs, arms, backs and even the back of their heads. Their arms and legs were widely spread. Their mouths were wide open. Their gazes were vacant.

"What... what is it, Mistress?" Herb asked.

"That is the Tree of Life, Ihan," said Sanantha. "This is where we put slaves who have trouble putting their past personalities behind them. This is where you will go the next time you disobey me. Slaves can be put there for hours... or days... or weeks," she said, giving him a knowing look. "I just know you're going to want to be so obedient from now on, won't you Ihan?"

"Yes! Yes Mistress!" said Herbert eagerly, aware of the amused and skeptical gazes from the other Masters.