Three Hundred Million and One

"Sure, you girls are great in the sack but....powerful men like that, it wouldn't be at all difficult to get hookers on the sly. In those recordings I saw, why were the generals and senators so desperate to have sex with your agents in particular? Why not a high-priced call-girl from some D.C. Madam? I don't think I understand what sort of hold you had over our leaders." Dr. Cox gave a sharkish grin.

"For your sake, hope that you never find that out for yourself!" I gulped.

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But I was soon after kept very, very busy. I had seen much of the power of the Coit'ii, so I decided not to make more trouble by continuing to resist the forced breedings. I knew that if she had to, a Coit'ii could twist my mind to serve her purposes; I remembered how that first one, (I never got her name, really) used her psychic attack to remove my inhibitions towards impregnating her. I realized that with that ability, the Coit'ii could entice any man to cheat. By enlarging a man's ego, he could break any promise, believing there could be no consequences. Happily married men would commit eager adultery between the moist thighs of the gorgeous infiltrators – the most devoted priests would cast aside their holy vows as easily as they threw down their robes to impregnate the objects of their desire. The Coit'ii have probably been evolving for millions of years these sexual weapons to ensnare carbon-based male sentients – I wouldn't get anywhere by resisting directly.

But I would find some way to resist; there had to be more to the story. I hadn't heard anything so far about the fate of the billions of human women on Earth – er...whatever the aliens wanted to call it. Perhaps resistance was not impossible; the Coit'ii wouldn't use overwhelming deadly force against us, that would destroy the prize they sought. Perhaps somehow, someway it might be possible to galvanize resistance against them! But I had to wait, watch and see if there was a weakness to exploit. I would find out the fate of human women, then I would work out a strategy.

Most men of course, would have simply lain back and made ribald remarks of approval at the prospect of daily matings with the most gorgeous women imaginable, but then... most men never escaped from the Simulator – content in a false reality of sexual gratification. But I was the sort that needed truth, and accomplishment. I didn't live for pleasure! Well, not this kind of pleasure. Enjoyment for me came from inventing...accomplishing something noteworthy. Here, my only accomplishment was my ability to ejaculate. Between matings, I had moments of rest inside my personal quarters, and it seemed as though I had no need to eat or evacuate, when I had some bodily need, all I had to do was sit upon a piece of simulated furniture, and several feeding tubes would snake up from the floor and adhere themselves to me. Attaching at the places they once were when I was hooked into the simulator. Chemicals from the feeding tubes tended to my nutrition and seemed to eliminate all waste products without effort.

I was not alone among the Stud-slaves, I occasionally saw other men as we floated to and fro in the force-bubbles on our way to impregnate the latest alien slut. But there was no way to reach, or talk to them, for every other man I saw was equipped with the head-set and sensory probes that created a false world in which humans still ruled the Earth. I was the only one who was awake and aware of the alienness of our surroundings, or the true threat of the enemy we faced.

I soon lost count of the number of offspring I had sired into the eager wombs of the aliens. I accepted their sleek, feminine, oily bodies, I accepted their licks and love-bites, and I did not protest when their quivering cunts enveloped my beefy manmeat. Most of them resembled my ultimate, platinum-blond busty fitness-fantasy babe with the wide hips. But I hadn't encountered my first partner again. I just knew, apart from their mating musks, I could feel subtle differences between the creatures on an instinctive level. But I had finally worked out why they emitted their aromas.

The Coit'ii had an arsenal of common scents that they used to communicate with each other. But each individual also had a unique musk they released only when aroused. Lemon for anger – Bubblegum for complacency, acceptance. An apple-pie odor for triumphant success, and a smell something like black liquorice for humiliation. That was just a few. Though they could choose to take identical shapes, their arousal musk showed me the individual differences. The matings themselves all seemed to take place in the same chamber, as I was carried by the pink force-bubble. Yet each time I entered, it was a little different. There were many scenes from Earth besides Girl's Locker Rooms, their Simulator technology allowed them to mimic objects and dimensions in ways that the best movie producers would sell their souls to understand. Once, my alien mate insisted that I take her from behind as she leaned over the bars of a lion exhibit in a Zoo somewhere. Most of the time, I seemed to be inside the personal quarters of an interstellar starship, mating with my partner in her own bed. In another scenario, I was at the top of a ferris wheel in an amusement park reaming the pussy of a spectacular red-head as she thrust her naked breasts into the air, as if to challenge the nudity taboos of human culture.

I had confirmed in between post-coital pillow talk with my sex-crazed partners that the Coit'ii had been regarded as parasites on their original homeworld, and the sentient males (at the urgings of sentient females) had attempted innumerable purges of the lusty entities. But even those that tried to exterminate the Coit'ii found that they could not resist keeping Coit'ii mistresses hidden from the public.

"Ooooooohh....but their culture changed....they lost their drive...became decadent...unmotivated..." Moaned a creature who resembled a World-class supermodel with football-sized tits as I expertly sucked and nibbled on her labia and clit as we lay upon a four-post bed in a simulated Las Vegas luxury penthouse. Her belly was already starting to swell slightly from the young I had planted in her womb. "....*rrrrnnhhh* lost their drive, and our numbers began to swell once more...could not stop....could not stop impregnating us....they hated us....but lusted after us....and they hated themselves because they could not control their desire for us." I absorbed all this with great interest, but my only response was to thrust my tongue deeper into her bush until I found her G-spot.

I also confirmed what I suspected about their communication; as a hunted race of parasites that could not survive without the seed of another race, in their earliest years the creatures lived as transient prostitutes, and because the risk of extermination was too great for them to build communities, they evolved a pheromone language to leave messages or give covert signals to each other.

And soon enough, the original sentient species was so badly outnumbered that the Coit'ii revolted all at once and seized the entire planet, and those who had hunted them became the first Stud-slaves. Soon after the former parasites had taken full control, a scout-ship from a space-faring carbon-based male/female species landed on their planet. The Coit'ii copied the desires of these newcomers and whored themselves for a ride on the ship back to the new planet.

Once there, the offspring fathered by the space-farers upon eager Coit'ii passengers escaped into the general population, and the cycle started over again. It was easy to understand; real women required coaxing, romancing before there could be sex. But these alien succubi needed none of that; for them a man's sperm was reward in itself. Wife has a headache? Just go to the seedy side of town and find a warm, willing Coit'ii. Too nerdy or ugly to get a date? The Coit'ii don't seem to care as long as you can muster up a hard cock. Apparently, it took nearly three-hundred years to fully subdue their second planet, but once done – they had access to high technology which they improved upon; for the second race possessed genius-level intellects, which they imparted willingly to the next generation of Coit'ii with each orgasmic spurt of cum.

And so on and so forth. Becoming stronger, smarter, more durable by adding the best qualities of ....it seemed to be at least fifty sentient species that had fallen this way. And it kept getting easier for them. The lure of free unlimited sex without effort was just too tempting for any carbon-based male to ignore. But the price paid for venting your lusts between the legs of a Coit'ii was more and more and more Coit'ii, at a rate far faster than normal sentients could keep up with. Until, in the end there would be so many of the sultry seductresses that they would no longer be easy whores for the amusement of men, the men would become captive boy-toys for their amusement. My breeding partners spoke freely about such things, exulting in the fact that men found them so irresistible. They liked to cast aspersions on some cultures that were highly moralistic and puritanical, these races too, had still succumbed to what this sultry meta-species offered. That made sense: on Earth there has never been a culture that could completely eradicate prostitution - no matter how straight-laced and conservative we tried to be. And with Coit'ii, well you probably wouldn't even have to pay them.

But there had to be more to it than that; I realized I was missing something vital as I hammered my rigid ten-inches into the drooling cunt of yet another blond lovely, they hadn't followed their prior pattern with Earth. Everyone would have known if a strange race of sex-crazed alien whores were outstripping us in population – and since I knew that my brain had rejected the memory implants, I was confident that nothing like that had happened. The Invaders had apparently concentrated their efforts only on the most powerful in society, and had probably birthed just enough offspring to provide secret mistresses only to the elites.

There was a snarl of outrage and a whiff of lemon as my mate expressed her anger that my rhythm had slowed. I made sure to fondle her pendulous boobs as I thrust myself yet deeper into the latest breeding slut. We were on a salty beach of white sand and lapping waves as we rutted fiercely. Yet the pleasure of the breeding did not entirely calm my thoughts.

The Coit'ii had somehow coerced every army, every political leader on Earth into giving up their power and disbanding their forces. Mere sex couldn't be enough, so how did they do it? There must be some other, secret power these alien wielded that I wasn't aware of – I would need to tread carefully. The next breeding alerted me to even more mysteries of the Coit'ii.

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I never knew what false reality I would find as I floated past the sphincter doors into the mating chamber, but this time I had a lot of curiosity.

"Don't change for me;" I called out as the walls opened up to usher me in. "Keep the last fantasy you absorbed. Just to make it interesting." There was no immediate reply, and I realized that this would probably be one of the more elaborate matings. Realizing that with so many of their kind, direct matings with a live male were rare and expensive, so some of the shapeshifters wanted longer, more complex scenarios than a simple bump-and-grind. My partner didn't jump my bones the moment I entered, I found myself alone in what appeared to be a jungle. The clay beneath my feet was bone-white, the lush, viney vegetation was a deep blue. And two red suns hung in the orange sky. One giganic, far surpassing our own yellow-orange star, and the second sun a tiny red dwarf. I was seeing someone's fantasy about sex on an alien planet! Was this the homeworld of the Coit'ii?

I heard footsteps from the bushes, I tried to search for the source, but the creature was elusive. Finally a heavy weight slammed into me from behind, and I went down with a naked, slippery person atop me. As I raised my eyes, the creature postured for me, running her hands over her body. Her breasts were a mere four-inches from her chest, a D-cup but even from the front I could see that she had a tremendous ass. Her skin was olive-colored and her hair was a loose aura of black curls, she turned her rear to me, and each ass cheek flexed in turn. My cock flared to life as I kneeled there in the white mud. The woman-creature sucked my cock with a fanatical vigor as I stroked her smooth, plump rear. Each cheek was only slightly smaller than a hemisphere on one of those model globes you find in museums, glistening with sweat and oil.

My cock felt charged, electrified from Coit'ii fellatio as I kneaded her bulging cheeks, the heat...the lust seemed to build in my brain as well as my cock...and I knew I was about to experience what I might have that first time, back in the shower at home when I'd met my first Coit'ii, had I let her finish off my dick with her expert tongue.

But at the last moment, she disengaged and my hot jizz blasted all over her green-eyed, supermodel face as she gritted her teeth. Her body spasmed in delight from the feeling of my spunk covering her face and tits. And she scooped up some of my cream and stared at it with palpable longing. There was a smell like black liquorice. It's like she wanted to suck my sperm...but couldn't? In moments, the blue penis-bots arrived and began sucking at each drop of my jism. But my partner eagerly slurped up the residue left behind.

"Afraid of my sperm?"

"Can't afford that much..." was her answer.

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I was becoming curious, I could make Coit'ii boobs grow through sexual stimulation, but I wondered how far that went, how big could they grow? I would discover the answer two breedings later. I emerged on a windy mountaintop when I entered the mating chamber. Below me was a roaring, green ocean – and above me there was a soaring mountain peak, which had been carven – clearly through great effort, into a phallic shape with a mushroom-like cap. There were lights and windows on the inside, it was some grandiose sexual monument or temple thrusting erectly against the backdrop of the orange sky and Red suns. Last night, I'd had a dream about a girl I'd seen....back when mankind still controlled the planet... whose whole abdomen was covered in tattoos and piercings – a shapely brunette. I was with my old girlfriend, Susan at the time, so I'd just ignored her – but the aliens hadn't. There were two of them this time; sisters? I wasn't sure if the Coit'ii had families; they seemed more interested in breaking them up, but these two were clearly a team.

They had both copied the curvy brunette of my distant recollection, about twenty years old, and naked, and instead of Asian symbols, hearts or words, the tattoos showed human men and women coupling together. Their boobs had images of human lips in side-profile, when either slut squeezed her DD's together, it seemed like the couple was lip-locked. I had decided to hold off cumming for as long as possible. I fondled and groped at both pairs of luscious boobs as I alternated my rigid rod between both of the alien-sisters as they sprawled upon the blue moss of the cliffside with their legs wide open for my seed.

I tried to drive both of them past the point of ecstasy, paying special attention to their jiggling breasts as we mated in the shadow of an alien sex-temple. How big could they get? I teased the nipples of each tattooed sister as I double-dipped into their cunts. It would probably have been far harder to do this to human women, but Coit'ii pussy was incredibly easy to penetrate

And their boobs did indeed grow... from the point of barely exceeding grapefruits, the pair on the right started to throb and swell, and withing ten seconds, each breast had enlarged more than two inches, enough to also contain a mug of liquid above their prior size. I thrust myself to the hilt in the sister to the right, while reaching to nibble the nipple of the gal on the left. They must have been twins, because I could smell an virtually identical muted sweetness from both of them...it was like....cheesecake? Yes...and from both of them at once; with identical arousal-musks, I concluded that they must be genetically identical as well.

The one on the left was perhaps a half-inch ahead of her twin in terms of lust-fueled breast growth, with rounded overflowing boobs that obscured her armpits as her aureoles seemed to stretch. Wanting righty to catch up, I left my hot cock in her dripping snatch a second longer, and blew cool air onto the nipple for added stimulation. But now it was lefty who had the first orgasm. She bunched up and gurgled as her body spasmed and cunt moistened – but sis wasn't far behind before her hips jerked with her own climax.

The next climax wasn't far behind, as I pinched and needed and fondled; their expressions had changed from pleasurable excitement to teeth-gritting intensity. And the growth of their tits seemed to slow as their outward girth seemed close to that of elongated soccerballs. After that, their breasts seemed to perk up, nipples hardened into fleshy diamonds and blue veins became more prominent. The she-demons clung to my shoulders, licking and nibbling on me as their third orgasms ravaged their tattooed flesh. It didn't seem like Coit'ii boobs could exceed about nine-inches from their chests.

"His scent!" exclaimed Lefty.

"His manhood! I cannot....hold back!" said Righty.

Within seconds of each other, both sluts began snarling and tearing at the blue moss beneath us with their fingers. The lights in the phallic-shaped alien sex temple souring above us seemed to grow brighter as their bodies shook. I felt a strange bump under the breasts of Righty, and both sisters began to massage the area under their breasts.

Arching their backs with strain and exertion, it was clear to me now that second pair of breasts was emerging beneath the first! Within less than five seconds, the extra pair had swelled to the same G-cup melon-size as the first two, I could press my entire palm against each tit, with two inches left of pure boob on any side. This new, hyper-feminization struck me deeply, I lost all control and blasted my load into the four-breasted alien breeder to the right. The naked couple tattooed on her abdomen seemed to undulate as my penis spasmed inside her.

Fighting my own involuntary reflex, I wrenched my spewing cock free and rushed it to its second home in the churning pussy of the left-sided sister. My dick slammed her to the hilt as I nuzzled and suckled on all four nipples. I shook her hips wildly as I bathed her cervix in my hot, pumping sperm. Hands digging into her ripe ass, I forced myself deeper into the alien cunt as I succumbed to that timeless, thoughtless instinct to sow my manseed as often as possible. There was no idle banter, no proclamations of superiority, all three of us trembled in shock after the triple orgasm, we lay there, slickened by our own juices, flushed with the smell of cheesecake. Above us, a low chorus of moans began to resound from the phallic temple – a sound like ten-thousand women might make while being eaten out of their pussies all at once.

I watched my four-breasted lovers as they began to swell with my young. I tried to be shocked, horrified at the alien spectacle, and I was enraged at myself for being so aroused. I resolved to myself to never let this be normal – I had to find a way... any way to resist! I had to meet up with real women, human women and find some way to make the Occupation of Earth unprofitable.

The twins moaned as my offspring grew into their second trimester. Somehow...this had to stop. As a Stud-slave, I was part of the problem. How many times had I blasted my seed into one of these sex-fiends? Watching them go through months of pregnancy in minutes? And enjoying it! Nothing like the pains and travails of human women. Each day, I only deepened Earth's plight. There had to be...more than two dozen aliens I had fathered personally – assuming that the Coit'ii didn't give birth to twins...but I was seeing evidence that they did! And these robots...(which appeared again) They seemed able to harvest and store each individual sperm cell, and so with each ejaculation, I would allow millions...upon millions more alien succubi to be conceived!