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She was six feet two inches tall. She had wide shoulders, and a short, boyish haircut, combed over to the side.
But no one would ever mistake this tall caucasian woman for a man. Sanantha had enormous breasts which perfectly filled her large frame, with bright blue nipples at the tips. Her bright red triangle of pubic hair was almost as red as the superbright hair on her head, and below it revealed her thick, moist, red cuntlips. Her body was covered in all kinds of alien tattoos, each a different bright color--red, blue, green, yellow--denoting her rank in the arcane Iskari ruling system.
Sanantha rode on top of Egold's cock, the usual position of a slave, which Sanantha wasn't. But she wanted to get the maximum reaction from him. She felt like there had been something between them lately, a barrier of some kind, and she had a strong suspicion she knew what this barrier was, or to be more specific, who it was.
"You're so beautiful," said Egold with lusty eyes as Sanantha's cunt massaged his giant cock.
"I am?" Sanantha grinned, obviously pleased as his big cock disappeared between her wide cuntlips once more.
"Yes!" said Egold. "I like watching you ride me! Watching your heavy tits flop around as you fuck me!"
That earned him a kiss. Sanantha leaned forward, careful not to break the connection, and inserted her tongue into Egold's mouth. The effect was immediate. He stiffened and pushed her away. "Oh, San! I'm going to come!"
"Come for me then, darling!" Sanantha was beyond thrilled!
"Ah... ah... ah!" Egold stiffened, and Sanantha felt her cunt fill up with hot sticky seed. For Egold, it felt like he was urinating continuously inside of her.
But that's not what he was thinking about.
Sanantha screaned him during his moment of triumphant. He wasn't thinking of her; he was thinking of a completely different woman!
Sanantha pulled out even as Egold's penis was still spurting seed.
"Hey! Why did you stop before I was done?" he complained, his voice full of hurt. His sperm shot a high arc in the air before landing on the floor some feet away.
"You know why," said Sanantha, wiping leaking sperm off her cuntlips like it was poison.
"No I don't," said Egold, sitting up. "San, what is it?" He tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off.
"It's her!" said Sanantha.
"Who?"
"Who?" Sanantha said, imitating him like an owl. "You know who! That whore of yours, the new one! Don't deny it!"
Egold ran a hand through his rich golden hair. "San, you can't condemn me for a random thought."
Sanantha gave him a poisonous look. "I see how you look at her. You look at her the way you used to look at me!" She got up abruptly, and reached for her silky triangle. She slipped it on, even as her enormous cunt was still leaking sperm.
"San, that's not true. It's totally not like that!"
"It totally is!" she said, snapping on her enormous breast control collar. She reached for her skirt and blouse. "Let me know when your latest infatuation has passed."
"San-"
But she was gone.
********
Herb Rayburn didn't have to screan his mistress to know something was bothering her. When Sanantha had returned to her apartment she had disrobed, spread her tall legs and gave him a knowing look. Herb looked at his Mistress's shiny, sticky clit and realized that someone, probably her lover Egold, had just come on it. But one dark glance from his mistress was enough to get him to start sucking. And so he distastefully inserted it into his mouth. He was a slave, Ihan said in his head.
Because she was a big woman, Sanantha's enlarged clitoris was especially big, like a small penis. Nevertheless Herb sucked it, trying to ignore the telltale sweet taste of what was almost certainly another Master's cum. Her micropenis stiffened and enlarged in his mouth, pleasing his Mistress mightily... as well as Ihan, who rewarded Herb with a tingling in his cock.
"Ah... ah... ah... that's it, Ihan." He felt a hand gently playing with his hair. That was good. Very good. Herb had learned that his mistresses mood's were like the weather. If she was in a bad mood he could get punished, even if he were not the source of the problem. Fortunately by now he had learned how to pleasure her and she had developed a certain fondness for him... if any Iskari could be said to be fond of a slave.
Before long he had her moaning and gasping and crying, "Softer! Softer now!" and he knew he she had climaxed. He very gently sucked her enlarged clit until she stopped moaning, and then let it slide out of his mouth with a pop.
"Better, Mistress?" he asked.
She gave him a glare.
Oh oh.
"Is everything all right, Mistress?" Herb asked.
"It's all your fault," she said, sitting up abruptly. She rubbed one of her blue tits as if it bothered her.
"W-what is my fault, Mistress?"
"That whore you pointed my way. Anaiya." She said the name as if it were poison.
"Anaiya? Mistress, I'm sorry, I don't know anyone named-"
"You knew her as Donna Besch," she said, giving him an accusing stare. "Does that jog your memory now?"
Donna? So Donna had been Seeded? Herb had no idea!
"You... you Seeded Donna, Mistress?" said Herb, trying to understand. He had thought if anyone would be sent to seed Donna Besch, it would be him! In a way, he felt cheated.
She got up abruptly and walked around him in a circle. "You said she was ugly. You said she was undesirable. In your totally transparent way, you were trying to protect her, I know."
Herb had no answer for that.
"I gave her to Egold as a gift. A big mistake," said Sanantha. "The fool is infatuated with her."
"Mistress?"
She glared at him. "She's got to go."
"Go, mistress?"
Sanantha played with her bright red hair as she stared at her heavy tits in the holomirror. "I'm going to kill her. With the Iskariata."
"Kill her? No, Mistress!" Herb cried. He clutched one of her hands tightly.
SLAP!
Herb went sprawling across the carpet. Sanantha stood before him, her hands on her hips, with her enormous tits forming looming shadows over his head and chest. Her bright red bushy pubic triangle stared down at him. "Donna Besch must die."
********
Donna Besch was giving a very private ballet performance. Classical music played in the background as she lifted her arms gracefully and walked on tipey toes across the room. Her master Egold sat on the couch, sipping wine as he watched her.
"Nice," he said, as she did graceful swan steps across the living room. Donna did a leap for joy and then another and another. Master was pleased!
They had talked about her musical talents in very perfunctory way when Donna had taken the Seed. Egold knew she had not only done ballet but was also proficient in violin, cello, piano, and flute. But today for the first time Egold had questioned her closely about her musical skills, what she played and what her level of proficiency was. Then he had requested to see her perform. Donna felt a certain grace as she flew through the air with another leap. This was not Anaiya; this was all her!
Donna sensed her master was enjoying her performance, but also something else as well. She felt his eyes on the joining between her legs. She was wearing white leggings and a black leotard which only accentuated the v shaped tightness between her legs, which was a mounting subject of her Master's desire. Her suspicions were only confirmed when he ordered her to undress entirely.
"You... you want to use my body now, Master?" she asked. As a slave, she knew that her prime purpose was to be used sexually by her Master, whenever and however he wanted.
"Not yet," said Egold. "I want to see you dance."
"Naked?"
"Um hm," he said, lifting his glass to his lips once more.
And so Donna Besch got undressed in front of her Master. He had seen her naked many times before, of course, but she couldn't help but feel self conscious as her market melons and round ass came into his view. She gave him a nervous look, which he returned with a sexy smile.
"You may begin," he said.
And so once again Donna Besch did her swan stretches, her tippy toe frolics, and her great leaps. She rapidly screaned and sensed the growing hunger in her master's mind as he stared at her firm, round ass; at her round market melons as they flopped around with every leap, and especially the furry slit between her legs which was exposed to him with every leap. She risked glances at him as she pranced around to light piano music and saw his amusing grin. She sensed he wanted sex but also something else, something she couldn't quite identify.
And then she heard the word "Freeze!" and Donna Besch froze. She was in an especially awkward position, her right arm stretched downwards while her left leg was lifted in the air. She immediately realized that in this position her vaginal lips were stretched as wide as they could, revealing a provocatively circular hole at the base of her bleached blonde pubic hair.
"Don't move!" said Egold, as her arms and legs started to waver. She was like a tree swaying in the breeze.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Egold, holding up a Pad right next to her widely spread cunt lips. He was recording this! Why? And then he stepped backwards, to record more of her body and the expression on her face.
Donna gulped and stared straight ahead, concentrating on her pose. After a minute she felt her legs and arms starting to ache. "Master!" she cried.
"Stand firm," he said.
Donna sensed movement out of the corner of her eye but didn't dare look.
"Master!" she repeated, her legs aching now.
"Just a few seconds longer," he said.
Donna was torn by the accumulated muscle pain and her desire to please her master. She must obey!
And then, just as she was about to collapse, she felt a hand on her hip and another on her raised thigh. She turned around, risking a glimpse, and saw her master, naked from the waist down, his penis already erect (had she done that to him simply by dancing???), aiming for the sweet spot between her vaginal lips. Donna's eyes widened as he entered her. He settled in her slowly, and she smiled involuntarily as she felt the familiar thickness fill her. Then he started to pump her in and out, even while he held onto her hip and thigh for support.
"Oh, Master," said Donna, with a pleased smile. Even with his support, her body was wavering with every thrust. But somehow Egold was doing it, making love to her while she was in this classic ballet pose. She saw the look of intense determination on his face as his big blue tipped cock thrusted in and out of her. His enormous testicles, bulging out of their scrotal sack, were bobbing every which way was as he took her. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
Donna hated to ruin it for him, but felt herself losing control, even with her help. "Master!" she cried.
"All right. Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, pulling out of her. Then he lifted her and carried her off in his arms.
"Oh, Master!" Donna cried, kissing him gleefully. It was so romantic!
********
They made love. By now Donna had completely accepted the fact that she was his slave. She still loved Ryan, her fiance, but in a distinct, abstract sort of way. She belonged to Egold now, she thought firmly as he pounded into her pussy.
After he climaxed, he played with little blonde hairs over her forehead and stared at her in a way that made her uncomfortable.
"Master?" she said.
"Is Donna Besch still in there?" he asked.
Donna stiffened.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" he said mildly.
"Yes," Donna whispered. "Donna Besch... is still in here," she said.
Egold paused, considering. He reached down and started to stroke her pussy lips, which still had sticky silvery residue on them. "How long has it been since your True Identity emerged?"
"Let me think," said Donna, trying to swallow down her rising panic. "Twelve... yes, I believe twelve days. Why?"
Egold looked at her. "By now you should have Gone Away."
"Really?"
"Really," he said, his finger lingering on her clitoris, making her bite back a gasp. "Most slaves usually Go Away within a day or two, a week or two at most."
"A week or two," Donna said, smiling nervously. "Well, it's only been 12 days!" She tried to laugh and failed.
Egold jumped off the bed. "Get up."
"Master?"
"I said get up! I'm tired of repeating myself."
Donna jumped to her feet.
A familiar doorway appeared with bright shining white light.
"Take my hand," said Egold.
"Master?" said Donna fearfully.
"I SAID, TAKE MY HAND."
Donna reluctantly took his hand. He grabbed it in an iron grip, and they marched to the light filled doorway.
********
They walked through the Chamber of Decorations.
"Master?" Donna said fearfully, her heart pounding in her chest.
The narrow corridor was lined with naked slaves not currently in use, slaves stacked on top of slaves stacked on top of slaves 20 feet high.
"Master?" Donna said again, seeing the frozen face of a familiar redheaded slave. Bernetal. Her name was Bernetal. A former Survey Service Captain, she had said. She had been Egold's slave... until he had no further use for her. "Please, Master, don't do this to me! I promise I'll be good!"
His grip was implacable. They marched down the corridor, into a room of endless whiteness. Surroundings rushed towards them. They saw hundreds of slaves, mindlessly masturbating as they prayed to the giant blue statue of their Master.
"Omni... Omni... Omni...." they chanted, as they rubbed their cocks and their clits.
"I've done everything you've ever asked of me!" Donna cried.
"Omni... Omni... Omni...." Donna recognized Karen Jenkins, a fellow student from medical school, rubbing her clit with devoted eyes as she vaginally worshipped the Great One.
"If I've displeased you in some way...." Donna babbled. She stared up at the giant 20 foot tall statue, at the bright red eyes glaring down at her and shuddered.
They kept walking, past the worshippers, and a tree came into view. The Tree of Life.
"Please, Master, please! Forgive me!" she cried, at a loss for what else to say. She was fast marched past Spesapalda and Allegra. Spesapalda's eyes widened in horror and Allegra's jaw dropped open as they realized what was happening. Donna was about to be put on the Tree.
The Tree was in full view now. She saw people hanging horizontally face down, branches impaled in their backs and limbs. Their faces looked empty and lifeless. "Master! I LOVE YOU!" Donna cried one last time, her heart pounding wildly, as they marched closer and closer to it...
... and then past it. A new area surged forward to them, an area filled with musicians.
"Master?" said Donna, in a confused tone. People were playing musical instruments, but she didn't recognize any of them.
Egold spoke for the first time. "The Tree is only for disobedient slaves, or slaves who fail their Master in some way or other. Don't fail me, Anaiya."
"Oh Master, I won't! I promise I never will!" She hugged him tightly. "What... what are we doing here, Master. If I may ask?" she added quickly.
"We are here to meet your destiny," said Egold. He casually plucked an instrument out of the hand of a slave who was playing it. "This is an Ubantu," he said. It looked a little like a clarinet, except that the end curved upwards like a saxophone. He put it in her hands. "You will play it."
"Oh Master, I don't know how," said Donna, fingering the unfamiliar instrument. "I've never even played a woodwind instrument!"
"Play!" said Egold, in a harsh tone.
I'll help you, Donna.
Donna hesitantly put her fingers on the instrument. She didn't even know how to blow into it. What was she expected to do?
And then Donna started to play. Donna Besch had never even seen this instrument before. But Anaiya had. To her surprise, music started to come out of the upward curved bell shape. The other slaves stopped playing and listened.
Rich tunes started to come out of the Ubantu. Donna Besch didn't know how she was doing it, but she was. It was like she was relying on muscle memory, Anaiya's muscle memory. As she played she saw the other slaves watching her. So was Egold.
Egold's face was carefully calm. He knew the risk he was taking. Or, to be more precise, he knew the risk that Donna Besch was taking. He had seen an Ubantu literally blow a musician's head apart. He was taking that risk with Donna Besch now, and more. That was why he had misled her into thinking he was going to put her on the Tree for disobedience. He wanted her to be as motivated as possible.
Donna saw that Egold seemed to be waiting for something. What was he waiting for? And then his eyes widened and Donna looked where he was looking. A small green sprout came out of the white nothingness of the ground. As Donna played, the sprout grew into a plant before her very eyes and grew taller and taller. Donna heard the slaves behind her go "ooooh" and "ahhhh". She watched as the plant grew knee high, and then stopped. She stopped playing as well.
"Keep going!" said Egold.
Donna resumed playing. Egold watched anxiously. If the plant grew tall enough to bear fruit, Donna would be required to eat it. The Fruit of Life would either kill her, or show that she was Karinko. If she was Karinko she would be made to walk the Pattern, which could also kill her. But if she succeeded the Great Master would be freed. Fanshen would occur! And Egold would become Niblet to all.
And all it would require was for Donna Besch to die when she stepped into the Source.
Donna resumed playing with a frightful look. She stared hard at the green plant. But however strongly she played, nothing happened. It grew to knee height... and no farther.
Egold waved his hand dismissively and Donna stopped playing. "Were you expecting more, Master?" she asked worriedly.
"Of course he was. You're a disappointment, in every way."
Egold turned to see Sanantha standing there, looking defiant with her hands on her hips. She was wearing bright white tights which showed off every one of the heavy breasted woman's exquisite curves, a change from the formal wear that most masters wore in the White Room.
"You have something to say, San?" said Egold.
"I'm taking her from you." She took Donna by the wrist and pulled her away from him. "This slave is now mine."
Egold looked amused. "You can't do that and you know it."
"I can and I will," said Sanantha. "Unless you'll fight me for her."
"I won't fight you, Sanantha," said Egold.
"Then she is mine."
A wide eyed Donna silently appealed to Egold for help. What this this angry redheaded giant woman want with her?
"I won't fight you, but you still can't take her," said Egold.
Sanantha tapped a foot impatiently. "Fine. I'll fight her."
"What?" said Donna.
"A sparring match," said Sanantha. "I invoke Iskariata!"
"You can't fight unless I allow it," said Egold.
"You can't stop me unless you fight me in her stead," said Sanantha. "It's just a sparring match. What are you afraid of?"
Egold frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Finally he turned to Donna. "You will have to fight her."
"What?" Donna was incredulous. "Master, I can't-"
"You can and you will," said Egold.
A circular track suddenly appeared. Part of the track had a raised platform with ramps on either end of it. Glowing green daggers appeared in Sanantha's hands, and in Donna's. Sanantha swished her daggers through the air.
Donna's jaw dropped open. She looked from Egold to Sanantha, then turned to the latter. "Listen, if I've done something to offend you-"
"Your very existence offends me," Sanantha snapped. "Get on the track!"
Donna looked to Egold for support. Finding none, she walked to the circular track. Sanantha moved to follow, but Egold grabbed her wrist. "San! I would take it very, very personally if something happened to my slave."
She gave him a smile. "It's just a sparring practice. Relax."
She went to the track and stood facing Donna. "Music!" she cried.
Sexy brown haired Allegra appeared. She used her hands to make a beat on what looked like a pair of space bongos. Supina stood by her side, playing the very same Ubantu which Donna had been playing.
Sanantha raised her daggers up in the air. Donna flinched but did not move.
"You're pathetic, you know that?"
"Mistress?" said Donna.
"You have to match me. You have to do everything I do. Now try it!"
Donna raised her glowing green daggers in the air above her head.
"Good! Now keep imitating me." Sanantha raised her daggers again, in different directions. Sometimes she raised them to the right above her, sometimes to the left above her, sometimes below her to the left, or to the right. But the first time she split them up took Donna by surprise. Sanantha raised her left dagger above her left shoulder and her right dagger below her right knee, but not before slashing Donna in her left arm.
"Ow!" Donna cried, looking at the bright red line on her arm.
"You weren't paying attention," said Sanantha. "Match me!"
The space bongos started to increase in speed and so did Sanantha. She moved forward relentlessly, pushing Donna back with every step. Donna found herself walking backwards as she climbed the ramp to the platform. As she did a hatch opened on the platform itself, there was a powerful hum of energy, and a bright light shot out of the hatch, shooting upwards. The beam made a strong groaning sound, and then the hatch closed abruptly.
"What was that?" Donna said.
"A direct connection to the Source," Sanantha said. "I wouldn't advise stepping on it when it's open." And then she pushed Donna onto the platform. Donna immediately backed away to the far ramp.
"Scared?" said Sanantha. "I promised your master I wouldn't harm you. Well, not much, actually. But I made no promises about the Source!" Her daggers flashed out again, and Donna barely countered, with one of those glowing green blades almost grazing her left arm.
"What do you have against me?" Donna cried, as she desperately tried to match Sanantha's increasingly fast moves.
"You? You're less than nothing! But you have something I want," said Sanantha, stabbing downwards with her daggers. Donna just barely managed to counter in time.
"What?"
"What? Who, you mean. You've got him wrapped around your little finger, don't you? I should have realized it, after I saw what you did to Ihan."
"Ihan?" said Donna, perspiring fiercely as she wielded her daggers as best she could.
"You might know him as Herbert Rayburn."
"Herb!"
"Ah, you have feelings for him too, do you? He's not much to look at, but I screaned he would be a good Seeker, and I was right about that. He tried to protect you from me," said Sanantha. She flashed out with her daggers. "Comical. Pathetic."
"Herb," Donna repeated. Herb had been Seeded just like she was. Now it all made sense. His odd behavior. His seduction of his Bio professor Kathy Sullivan. The time Donna saw him kissing his sister Evie-
"Ow!" Donna cried, as a new slash appeared on her right arm.
"You have to pay attention in the Iskariata!" said Sanantha. "You took what is mine and now you're going to pay for it!" She lunged forward with her daggers. Donna countered, but she stumbled over her own feet, tripped and fell down, and Sanantha slashed her vertically along her left side, just inches from her left breast.
"Ow!" Donna cried.
"San!" Egold yelled.
"Get up!" said Sanantha, standing over her with her glowing green daggers. "Get up, or I'll finish you now, despite what Egold says."
Donna painfully got to her feet. The tempo of the space bongos started to go much faster now. The Ubantu gave a high, shrill, whining tone.
"And now it's time to end this," Sanantha declared. She charged forward, pushing Donna back. She saw the hatch on the platform open again, revealing the blinding white light. Then Sanantha slowed down. Donna saw immediately what she was doing. She was trying to time it so Donna would be forced onto the platform the next time the hatch opened. Sanantha slowed down for a while and then sped up again.
"It's not my fault!" Donna cried, as she backed away towards the platform. "I love him and he loves me!"
"Love? What do you know about love?" Sanantha sneered.
"I know what I feel!" said Donna. "You must love him too! That's why you're doing this!" She hesitated. "If you kill me, I... I forgive you!"
Sanantha laughed. "You forgive me? Ha!" But then she frowned and screaned Donna, and in that moment realized several things.
1) Donna really did love Egold. It wasn't just lust. She was in real, deep, romantic love with her master.
2) Donna's heart was pure. Totally pure. The screaning interpreted it as whiteness, a bright whiteness Sanantha had never seen inside a person before. It was almost a blinding whiteness. Sanantha had never seen this before, but she knew what it meant.
Donna Besch was Karinko.
Sanantha instinctively lunged forward, her mind no longer really on the conflict between them. Donna was so concentrated on watching her arms that she didn't notice she was backing into the ramp again. She stumbled and fell down once more.
Sanantha pounced on her immediately, holding a glowing green blade to Donna's throat.
"San!" Egold cried.
At that moment Sanantha knew what Omni would have done. She also knew what Fat Bastard and many of the other Masters would have done.
They would definitely have slit Donna Besch's throat. They would have slit her throat to prevent another master from freeing their Great Master and becoming Niblet.
Sanantha wanted to be Niblet just like every other master did. But unlike others, her loyalty to Omni was absolute. If this blonde girl really was the key to freeing her master from captivity, she couldn't kill her. She simply couldn't!
She looked at the brown eyed blonde beauty, staring up at her with fear in her eyes. The knife was still at her throat. All it would take would be one, small move. The space bongos were playing at a feverish pitch.
"San! San, DON'T!" Egold cried.
Sanantha spoke in a clear voice. "I... CONCEDE." She stood up, pulling Donna with her just as the space bongos went silent.
"What... what just happened here?" Donna asked, her head spinning wildly.
"I lost. You won," said Sanantha simply. The glowing daggers suddenly vanished from their hands.
"I did?" said Donna.
"Of course. Didn't you hear me conceded?" Sanantha said.
"Anaiya, are you all right?" said Egold. He saw the hairline cuts on her arms and side.
"I am now!" said Donna, flying into his arms. She pressed her market melons against him. It felt so good to feel the pressure on her bright blue tits! "Ow," she said, as her injured arm pressed against him.
"Let me see that," said Egold. He touched her cuts, and one by one they simply vanished.
"Wow!" said Donna.
He turned to Sanantha. "That was a quite a lesson."
"In more ways than one," said Sanantha. She paused, giving Donna a pointed stare. "You know, your slave didn't do so badly, for a first try. Perhaps if she had some instruction she might do better."
"Do you have any tutors in mind?" Egold asked.
"As a matter of fact I do," said Sanantha, raising her chin.
Egold studied her. "All right," he said. "Anaiya, you will train with Sanantha."
"What? With the woman who just tried to kill me?" Donna said.
"That's her," said Egold. He took her hand. "Come on, let's go home."
********
The following day later Donna reported to Egold's apartment. She found Egold laying on his back in his bedroom while a very familiar looking woman rode up and down on his penis.
"Doctor Abduela-Mohammida?" said Donna. Oh no! Her lesbian muslim gynecologist was riding up and down on her master's penis!
"No longer," she grinned. "I am Kristina now. And only Kristina." Her heavy arab breasts bounced up and down as she rode on Egold's cock. Her muslim ass was even larger. Donna marveled at the size of it.
"You... you were on the Tree," Donna remembered.
"Yes," Doctor Abduela-Mohammida grinned. "I have been freed of my temporary personality. I am only Kristina now."
"And much happier, I might add," Egold said, with his hands behind his head.
"Much happier," Doctor Abduela-Mohammida agreed, as she rode up and down on Egold's cock.
"What are you doing here, Anaiya?" Egold inquired.
"You sent for me, Master?"
"Oh... yes," said Egold. "It's time for your first lesson with Sanantha." He waved his hand, and a white doorway appeared in the bedroom.
Donna started for it, and stopped. "You're not coming?"
"No. I'm kind of busy at the moment," said Egold.
Doctor Abduela-Mohammida laughed. Her arab ass was truly huge!
"You go on. You're a big girl, you can go on your own now," said Egold.
"Yes... Master." Donna cast one last look at the heavy breasted lesbian muslim riding on her master's cock and grit her teeth. She started for the doorway and entered it.
*********
Going down the Hall of Decorations alone was scary. Donna looked at the rows and rows of naked slaves, staring blankly in the distance. Some of the women had pretty bodies, very pretty bodies. How long would it be before she ended up there, when Egold found a new flavor of the month? He had just stood there and let Sanantha nearly kill her. Did he truly care for her?
Donna's eyes widened as she recognized Keiko, the Japanese salesclerk from BloomySteinFeld's who Egold had seduced and Seeded. She was just standing there, her eyes vacant, unmoving. She reached out to touch her hand... and Keiko grabbed it.
"Keiko!" Donna cried.
"My name is Iota now," said Keiko. "Has Master come for me? He he sent you for me?"
"No, Keiko," said Donna.
"Tell him I love him! Tell him to send for me any day, and time!" Keiko cried.
"You're hurting my hand!" Donna cried. She pulled free, and Keiko immediately went limp.
Donna shuddered and hurried down the corridor.
********
"Omni... Omni... Omni....." Donna shuddered as she stared at the masses masturbating around the giant twenty foot tall statue. The glowing red eyes, the giant horn in the forehead, the enormous triangular spikes on the arms and legs certainly didn't make Omni look very friendly. Donna briefly made eye contact with those eyes and looked away, feeling burned. She looked through the crowd of masturbating slaves for familiar faces, couldn't find any, then looked again... and saw Doctor Abduela-Mohammida!
How could that be? Donna had just left her! She was back on Earth riding on Egold's cock! But it sure looked like her! Donna recognized her lesbian muslim gynecologist's sagging breasts and enormous ass. She had a hand in her hairy black islamic muff and was rubbing furiously. Then she appeared to capture Donna's gaze and she actually winked!
"Donna Besch."
Donna practically jumped out of her skin as she felt a light touch on her shoulder. But it was only Allegra.
"What are you doing here all alone, Donna Besch? Has Egold abandoned you already?" she asked, smiling as she openly coveted Donna's perfectly round breasts and bushy blonde cunt.
"No, he-"
Her words were cut off by Allegra's lips. Allegra had long, silky brown hair that went down her back, and high cheekbones and thick, luscious lips. Donna moaned as the beauty grinded her thick BJ lips against her. When she pulled back, she smiled at Donna.
"Have you seen Spesapalda?" Donna asked, looking around. She desperately needed advice about-
SLAP!
"What was that for?" Donna asked, rubbing her cheek.
"I just gave you a kiss of your life and you responded by asking for that whore?" Allegra said.
"No, it's just that I-"
Allegra pressed her lips against Donna once more. As she did she ground her pubis against the young blonde medical student. Donna groaned. Her groans only increased as Allegra grabbed her by the ass cheeks and squeezed hard, increasing the wonderful tension on Donna's enlarged clitoris. When she pulled back, Donna actually smiled.
"Better?"
"Much better!" Donna assured her. "I, I was told to find Sanantha."
"She's around here somewhere. But you're just in time. Karinko is about to be born."
"Karinko?" said Donna.
"Only the baby who's going to free our Master from the bonds of eternal captivity and bring about Fanshen! Come on!"
*********
All eyes were on a young girl with an enormous belly who was sitting on the floor with her legs widely spread. Her name was Angi, though a part of her still remembered being Julie Whistler. Her parents Don and Jennifer proudly held her hands and encouraged her, though their names were now Dunn and Katgirl.
And before them stood their master, the seven foot tall bald giant named Omni, tapping his foot impatiently. "What's taking so long?" he growled. "Fanshen waits for no one!"
"She is bearing down, Master, as hard as she can!" said Katgirl, who was tightly holding Julie's left hand.
"Bear down harder. I don't have all day," said Omni.
"Come on, Angi, you can do it!" Don said, squeezing her hand.
"I am bearing down!" she yelled. Julie grit her teeth. When she had first come to Omni's island, she hadn't exactly been thrilled by the idea of giving birth to his baby. But then she had taken the Seed and fallen in love with him. The week that her belly had waxed while Omni had taken her in the ass had been a continuous state of bliss.
But now that she was giving birth all she felt was pain as she bored down. Her vaginal lips had dilated and were almost large enough to pass a bowling ball, but still it wasn't enough. Julie bit down again and cried out. "Grrrrrr! Grrrrrr!"
"Keep doing it! I can see the head coming out!" said Katgirl. "Squeeze, Angi, squeeze!"
"Arrrrggggghhh!" she cried. Suddenly the head came out. A beautiful baby's head! There was a sickening snapping sound as Don grabbed it... and it separated from the rest of her body. Blood spurted out of Julie's vagina as her body rapidly disgorged the rest of the bloody mess--body, arms, and legs, all in different pieces.
Julie started to cry hysterically.
"There there, it's not your fault!" said Katgirl, taking the hysterical girl in her arms.
Omni sighed. In his mind it was her fault. All that time, all that effort... for nothing! What a waste!
"Get her to her feet," he instructed.
Omni waved his hand, and the Pattern appeared. Unlike the rest of the White Room it was a dark area. There were lines set into the floor, the visual maze leading to the yellow gassy light of the Source. At the entrance to it were the pair of statues, the Silent Sentinals.
"Get going," said Omni roughly.
"Master?" said Katgirl, who was holding Julie steady even as blood dripped from her vagina.
"Into the Pattern," said Omni.
"The Pattern?" said Julie. Her eyes widened with horror. "No, Master no! You impregnated me! You took me in the ass! You like taking me in the ass!" She rubbed his arm affectionately. "Please, master!"
"Get going," said Omni, pushing her forward roughly.
"Goodbye, dear. We'll miss you," said Katgirl.
"You too," said Omni.
"What?" said Katgirl.
"Both of you. Into the Pattern," said Omni.
Katgirl and Dunn exchanged glances. "Master, we have served you loyally-"
"And you will continue to. Now go!"
Katgirl and Dunn followed Julie into the Pattern. They were only a few steps behind her. They walked along the paths set by the glowing patterns in the floor. Between the solid light patterns were dotted paths, which is what they walked on. Static electricity started to sparkle against their bare feet.
"Dance, you fools!" Allegra yelled. "You have to dance!"
Julie and her parents started to dance, but Allegra knew it was too little, too late. They hadn't even been prepared. Julie started to wave her arms around her and to wiggle her ass with every step, and her parents imitated her as if she knew what she was doing.
Katgirl was the first to be taken. She screamed as her body glowed, and solidified into a solid statue, now one of many dotting the Pattern.
Her father Don was next. He waved his arms wildly, trying to ward it off, but the result was the same. He became a statue too, not twenty feet ahead of Katgirl.
Julie looked back at her parents. "Mom? Dad!" She started to turn around, to turn back.
"No!" said Omni. "You can't turn back! IT IS FORBIDDEN!"
Julie kept going anyway. She had gotten several steps past where her father had solidified and was only steps away from her mother when the glow hit her too.
"Nooooooo!" She cried, as her body turned into a statue as well.
And then the glowing light strips of the Pattern throbbed, and faded. As it did they could see in an instant the dozens of statues lining the path.
"They didn't even make it to the center circle," Omni growled. He looked around at the watchers, as if daring anyone to meet his gaze. No one did.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Allegra whispered.
"You!" boomed Omni's voice.
Donna slowly turned around.
"Yes, you. New girl. What was your name?"
"Anaiya, if it pleases Master," she said humbly.
"It does," he grinned. "I remember you. I promised to fuck you in the ass, didn't I?"
"You did, Master," said Donna weakly.
"Then come here."
Donna looked to Allegra for help, but the brown haired cutie shook her head minutely. Suddenly Donna realized the foolhardiness of coming to the White Room without her protector. She walked over to Omni, her head bowed down. Omni lifted her chin with a single finger.
"Yes, I remember you now," he said. "I think it's time I sampled that ass of yours. Is it tight?"
"I... I don't know, Master," said Donna.
"No one has ever had you in the ass before?"
Donna shook her head.
"Then you're in for a treat. Turn around." Without waiting for a response, he turned Donna around. Donna felt a cockhead rubbing against her asshole. Omni was using her asshole to stimulate himself, to make himself hard. Donna's eyes widened in terror.
"That's it... that's it... I think you're going to enjoy this almost as much as I will," Omni murmured, as he rubbed his giant cockhead back and forth.
Donna felt Omni's penis stiffening as his massive cockhead probed her asshole.
"Just relax," said Omni. "This is going to hurt, but you will quickly come to love it." He pressed his cockhead firmly against her asshole, grabbed her firmly by the hips, and then-
"What is going on here?"
Sanantha stepped forward. The six foot two redheaded giant had a frown on her face.
Omni frowned. "I'm about to recreate with this slave, if it's any business of yours."
"Is this your slave?"
"No. Is it yours?"
"She was sent to me for training," said Sanantha.
"You can have her when I am done," said Omni, aiming his cockhead once more.
"No. Now," said Sanantha. She pulled Donna free of his grip. "They are not your toys to play with, Omni."
"Everyone are my toys, Sanantha," said Omni, looking extremely displeased. "When I become Niblet, you will be among the first to learn that."
"I can hardly wait," said Sanantha, pulling Donna with her. "Come along, child."
********
"You should not play around with him," said Sanantha firmly.
"But I-"
"Here." She handed Donna an instrument which looked like a trumpet which branched out in two different directions.
"This isn't the instrument I had last time," said Donna.
"Clever girl. It's called a Fretna. Familiarize yourself with it!" Sanantha commanded her.
Donna looked at the unfamiliar instrument uncertainly, and gave the same uncertain look to Sanantha.
"What is it?"
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but yesterday you tried to kill me, and now you want to help me?"
The giant redhead glared at Donna. "A day can be an eternity for the Iskari. And alliances can shift just as quickly." She resumed her glare. "You are still uneasy."
"How do I know you're not going to change your mind again and try to kill me again?" Donna asked.
Sanantha's frown grew even deeper. "I am starting to change my mind now, Donna Besch."
"What?"
"Play!"
Donna was about to protest that she didn't know how, but the withering glare from Sanantha made her think better of it. She put the unfamiliar instrument to her lips.
I don't know how to play this!
Yes, you do!
And Donna started to play. Strange alien music wafted out of the upraised bell of the instrument.
Immediately the slaves around her stopped playing and listened. She seemed to command their attention. As Donna played a green sprout started to come out of the white nothingness of the ground. It started to grow, at a few inches at a time. Sanantha's eyes went wide as it grew knee high. Then it stopped growing.
Donna looked questioningly at her.
"An impressive beginning," said Sanantha.
"Last time I did this you said it was pathetic. Of course, back then you were trying to kill me," said Donna.
Sanantha said, "Try to insert passion into your playing."
"Passion?"
"Think of your desire to free the Great One from his captivity. Think how happy you would be to be the lowly slave who freed him."
Donna said, "The Great One? You mean the 20 foot tall scaley blue guy with sharp spikes on his arms and legs, giant horn coming out of his forehead, and scary red eyes? I'd sooner free a King Snake!"
SLAP!
Donna rubbed her sore cheek.
Sanantha pointed a finger in her face. "Never speak that way about the Great One. And never, ever let anyone know that you have not Gone Away, Donna Besch. If another Master finds out, they may put you on the Tree of Life on their own." She frowned, tapping her foot. "All right. Think of something else you are passionate about."
"Something else?"
"Someone else." Her hand reached out and started to rhythmically squeeze one of Donna's tits. "Think about your Master. Think about Egold. Think about him fucking you, Seeding you."
"Yes!" said Donna, instantly growing aroused. She couldn't help herself.
Sanantha's roaming hand moved lower. Donna's shoulders tensed as fingers started to coax her enlarged clitoris.
"Oh!" Donna gave Sanantha such an intense look!
"Play, Donna Besch. Play for your life," said Sanantha darkly.
Donna Besch played. She gave it her all as she played on the Fretna. Even as Sanantha teased her clit, Donna somehow channeled the erotic stimulation she was feeling into the instrument. It affected her music, the way she played. The green sapling grew taller, taller, still taller. Sanantha's eyes got wide as it grew waist high. The end of it started to bud as if it were beginning to form a fruit.
"Keep playing!" Sanantha cried, as a finger speared into Donna Besch's cunt.
Donna blew into the Fretna with all her might. She felt all eyes on her. But Donna was solely focused on Sanantha. There was no way she could ever be attracted to the giant woman who had tried to kill her the other day, and yet there it was. Maybe it was Sanantha's superbright short red hair, combed to the side like a boy. Maybe it was her bright green eyes and high cheekbones. Maybe it was her heavy breasts, forming obvious shapes in her high collar low plunging dress. Maybe it was the way her finger plowed in and out of Donna's increasing self lubricating cunt. But as a fire burned deep in Donna Besch's cunt, she forgot all about playing music and green shoots and could only think about Sanantha's thick, plush, red lips.
Donna dropped the instrument with a clatter and pressed her lips against Sanantha's. She was surprised when Sanantha kissed her back strongly, passionately. The giant woman's strong lips grinding against hers made Donna's enlarged clit tingle painfully and pleasurably. The two women kissed for a long, passionate moment as slaves touched themselves and gasped.
When Donna finally pulled back, breathless and ashamed, Sanantha licked her lips and with a very tender gaze said softly, "Oh, Donna Besch."
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