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 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Breaking Protocol
Keywords: scifi, alien, invasion, futa, herm, enslave, nc, breeding,
impregnation

   Breaking Protocol

   by Honey Moon

   Doctor Emma Bloomberg eyed the specimen.  "How long has it been like
this?" she asked the Corporal that had brought the change to her attention.

   "6 hours, ma'am!" he said with a laugh.  "Don't they say if it's more
then four hours, you should consult your physician?"

   "Corporal, how would you like to be on report?  I may only be the
civilian consultant to this project, but I can have you put on KP for the
next six months.  Do you understand me?"

   He stood tall.  "Yes sir!"

   "Good!  Please try to treat the specimen with a little dignity.  We
don't know if it can understand us yet, but it surely can read our
emotional intent."

   "Come on doc, it was just a joke!  How would our guest even know what I
was talking about?  It's not like we found a TV in the ship's wreckage!"

   Emma sighed.  "Just treat her with a little more respect, Bobby."

   "Her?  So it's been decided?"

   "Oh, very well, she's a she!  The MRI shows that her internal structure
is basically female, with a few variations.  Between her ovaries, is a
large nodule we suspect produces and stores her seminal fluid.  That and
her visible penile organ are the only indication of any maleness in her
obviously female body.  For ease of conversation, calling the specimen
"Her" or "She" only makes sense."

   The young soldier raised an eyebrow.  "I'd say she's obviously female!"
The specimen had refused to touch any clothing they had left in the holding
chamber.  Bobby was actively staring between those strong muscular legs, at
the very human looking, and quite beautiful vagina beneath the erect shaft.

   "Bobby!" she couldn't help a little grin.  It had taken most of the male
staff over a year to admit they found the specimen to be sexy.

   Emma suited up.  There was no risk of bio-contamination.  They knew that
now, but she had insisted that her protocol be strictly adhered to.  The
specimen showed obvious interest whenever she had a female visitor.  The
physiological response was swift, and breathtaking.  Bluntly, the specimen
popped a boner!

   Emma decreed that it was vital, especially after her other discoveries
about the alien's physiology, that she be the only female allowed access to
the chamber.  She trusted no others to take precautions from any, uh,
breech of their most intimate defenses.  The doctor climbed into the sturdy
pressure suit, thankful that she had no need of the helmet and gauntlets.
The armored suit would protect her from micrometeorites, high caliber rifle
slugs, and unwanted amorous advances.

   They stepped into the chamber together, Emma holding a 500ml graduated
cylinder and Bobby with sidearm drawn and at the ready.  The specimen had
never shown any hint of hostility, but Emma had insisted she have an armed
guard, even while wearing the impenetrable suit.

   Emma held up the cylinder and smiled.  "I know you know what this
means." She said kindly.

   The humans stood at the ready as the eight foot tall Amazonian alien
walked toward the examination table in the corner, and gracefully sat on
it.

   "Good girl!" Emma stepped forward.  "Just take it easy.  I know you like
sampling time." She pulled her iPhone out of the pocket on the suit's upper
right leg, and noted the time.  "Let's take off the edge of that pressure,
shall we?"

   "Why do you need so many samples?" Bobby asked.

   Emma pulled on latex gloves, and then gently grasped the smooth hardness
of the specimen's shaft.  She ignored the excitement that ignited in her
soul.  "We know nothing about her race.  Is she a normal representative? 
Is she a mutation?  We don't know.  Any piece of data we gather is useful."
She blushed openly.  "One thing we do know.  Her spermatozoa seem to be
nearly immortal.  The first sample we took is still viable after well over
a year in storage."

   "Big deal.  I thought all sperm was still viable after only a year of
Cryo-freezing!"

   "No Bobby, you don't understand.  I mean the prepared slides I examined
microscopically.  They still contain living, highly motile viable sperm! 
Even those subjected to vacuum in the electron microscope are still very
energetic and healthy!  After more then a year of sitting on a shelf in a
non climate controlled storage facility, they're still swimming around just
as energetically as on the day she released them in her ejaculate!  That's
even after an unseasonably cold snap last winter, and this year's heat
wave! No known spermicide seems to be able to kill them.  The only agents
we have found effective would also kill any animal life form exposed to
them

   He looked impressed.  "Wow, I guess the Old wives' tale could be true
after all.  You could get pregnant just by soaking in a hot tub with her!"

   Emma began to slowly stroke her hand along the massive prod.  Bobby
didn't know the half of it!  Emma had accidentally made her most frightful
discovery.  The structure of each sperm cell looked so, well, Earth normal,
that she had tried a few unusual experiments in artificial insemination. 
Her results were startling!  The eggs of any warm blooded mammal big enough
could be quickened by that sperm!  She had ordered the destruction of a
small herd of cows, when ultrasound imaging had shown each was carrying a
litter of six perfectly formed humanoid hermaphroditic embryos.

   The Amniocentesis performed on each cow had shown that the alien's
genetic code had completely over written that of the bovines.  The fetuses
were more clones of the original, rather then true offspring.  Worse, the
cows had come to term in an alarming 5 months, instead of the normal 9 for
cows and Countesses.  A single visitor could raise an army in a single
generation, after just one busy night in a cow pasture!  That didn't even
take into account the cow's falling pregnant again automatically, as soon
as their bodies were ready.  Any future eggs released would be pounced on
by the living viable sperm laying in wait in their reproductive systems! 
If the sperm where still viable after a year of harsh storage conditions,
how long would they live while being cherished at the perfect temperature
and PH levels?  Emma still had nightmares about ordering thirty head of
cattle to be incinerated alive, even as several of them had begun their
labor contractions!

   The specimen sighed as Emma's hand gently fondled the thick organ.  The
doctor tried to keep her eyes off of the rise and fall of those monumental
breasts.  How could such titanic orbs stay so firm and high on the muscular
alien's body?  Emma was a 40DD herself, and at 6 foot was a very well built
athletic woman.  Still, she felt like a child when standing next to the
specimen!  She tried to concentrate on the slow and steady pumping of hand
on shaft.  Emma never had touched a man's penis before, and wasn't sure if
this really counted.  Still, she knew that the hard shaft in her hand
surpassed human norm.  He fingers only reached half way around it, and the
14 inches of throbbing meat was almost frightening to behold!  Hold it she
did, though.  Emma couldn't admit it, but she had grown fond of giving hand
jobs to the magnificent alien!

   The urethra opening dilated as her hand moved.  Hoping Bobby wouldn't
notice, she blew a warm breath of air against the blunt chisel shaped head.
She had learned that the specimen seemed to like that.  Her eyes wandered
over the body of the calmly sitting alien.  The well developed muscles
showed nicely beneath the flawlessly smooth skin.  It had seemed so unusual
at first, but now Emma thought that the fire engine red epidermis looked
beautiful.  She envied the specimen's blazing crown of hair.  It was the
same bright red color, and very thick and luxurious.  It fell in a
disheveled cascade over her broad shoulders, and continued down her back.
It actually grew from her back, right down the base of her short forked
tail, like the mane of a lion!

   The doctor looked up into startling golden eyes.  "Are you ready now?"
she asked quietly.  "Come on big girl, I know you want to.  Give me a nice
sample!"

   The specimen threw back her head, and let out a roar.  Still, she made
no overt moves that could be taken as an advance against the woman jerking
her off.  At her sides, the massive six fingered hands tightly gripped the
edges of the examination table, as her shaft pulsed.  Jutting her wide hips
upward, her ejaculation started.

   Emma held the five centimeter wide tube up to the flaring urethra just
in time.  The oddly blue tinted seminal fluid blasted forth with enough
force to almost splash back out of the cylinder!  "Good girl!" Emma cooed
as she stroked.  She was rewarded with ten strong forceful bursts of hot
viscous liquid.  "That was the third time this week that they had to call
me in to harvest an extra sample." Her voice dropped to a whisper so
slight, she almost wasn't speaking at all.  "I wonder if you were thinking
about me, and just wanted a hand job."

   When the forceful eruption drew to an end, Emma held up the cylinder and
peered at it carefully.  Her nostrils flared as she couldn't stop herself
from inhaling the heady musky scent.  The 35 centimeter high tube was just
over half full.  "275ml, that's a record, big girl!"

   As the shaft slowly subsided and grew flaccid, Emma left the holding
chamber, followed by Bobby.  He holstered his weapon.  "Do you need me for
anything else, doc?" he asked with an odd catch in his throat.

   "No, you're dismissed." Emma refused to let herself speculate on why the
young soldier left, while holding his hat in front of his crotch.  She
didn't blame him.  She was more then a little breathless herself!  Setting
the cylinder on her desk, she shucked off the rigidly confining suit.  Emma
then sat to write up a few notes.  She sniffed again, and blushed.  Only
one thing kept her from grabbing the cylinder and gulping down its still
warm contents.  The human digestive system wouldn't kill the spermatozoa.
When it eventually exited her body, the danger was far too great that the
energetic microscopic swimmers would travel along her skin the relatively
short distance between anus and vagina!  She didn't dare risk that!

   "Oh damn!" Emma needed to call stores to order up some more graduated
cylinders.  The good doctor was more then a little bit absent minded when
it came to numbers, and relied heavily on her personal cellphone to keep
them organized.  "Where the hell did I leave it now?" Here eyes opened
wide. "Oh fuck!  I put it on the counter in the holding chamber!"

   She looked into the chamber.  The specimen had left the exam table, and
was sleeping on the large oversized futon they had salvaged from her ship.

   "Shit!" she repeated.  Thankfully the alien was freshly sated, and sound
asleep.  Just this once Emma decided to circumvent protocol.  It was that,
or add to the wealth of absent minded professor jokes in circulation about
her!  She shut down the video surveillance and alarm system.  She wanted no
record of this additional entry into the chamber!  Pressing the palm of her
right hand against the sensor plate, she unlocked the massive vault door to
the chamber and slipped silently inside.

   As she closed and locked the door behind her, a massive hand clasped her
shoulder in a firm grip.  "No!" she gasped, her heart almost stopping in
fright.

   A deep resonant voice filled the chamber.  "Yes, small one.  I was
thinking of you!"

   Emma was pulled away from the door.  "You, you must release me!" she
said in a quavering voice.  "I order you to stand back!"

   The alien chuckled.  "Release you, after you and your ilk have kept me
here for a complete circuit of your planet around its primary?  You dare to
order me, as if I were nothing but a worker, like yourself?"

   "I'm not a worker!  I'm a doctor!" Emma squealed as a huge hand forced
itself between her legs and casually felt her up.

   The red giantess laughed as Emma struggled.  "No, you are a worker.  You
have no insemination prod."

   "If you're not a worker, then what are you?"

   The alien thought for a moment.  "In your language, I would be called an
Overseer." She paused.  "Query, what are those malformed ones that always
accompany you when you worship my prod called?"

   "Men!" Emma cried.  Those are men, and they aren't malformed!"

   The red creature glanced down at her massive chest, and then playfully
fondled that of the frightened doctor.  "Not malformed?  They lack the
glands needed to nourish the young.  Why do you need them?"

   "They sire the young!" she cried.  "That's what they are needed for!"

   "Overseers sire the young!" The alien sighed, as if talking to a child.
"Overseers produce the seed that generates the work force and the breeding
herds.  When an overseer mates with a worker, it produces only more
workers. Those workers that are used in procreation are then known as
breeders, and bound to the overseer that mated them.  Even with no future
intervention, they will keep right on providing more members for the work
forces."

   Emma tried to sound reasonable.  "Your race would die out if you only
produced, uh, workers.  Where do overseers come from?" Her eyes opened
wide. The fetuses in the cows all had penises!  "What produces the
Overseers?" she cried out in dread.

   "Times of stress." She thought a moment.  "Times when the population is
in danger of dwindling.  I feel that my body has already made the
adjustment.  For the next few cycles of your planet around its star, I will
only produce more overseers if I were to mate with a worker.  This insures
our numbers remain strong!"

   "What if an overseer mates with an other overseer?"

   Then, they will both produce a single overseer each.  This is helpful if
your holdings are large, and you need someone trustworthy to assist with
your keeping.  You must mate additional times if you need to produce
another.  Most overseers will produce one or two members this way during
their lifetimes."

   "What about the, the multiple births?" Emma gasped.

   "You already know about that?  Good!  This too is a survival function."
She smiled proudly.  "Once I produce a few thousand new overseers, I, and
they, will only produce additional workers."

   "What?  No!  We'll stop you!" she cried.  "The men will stop you!"

   "Worker, I only tell you what will be!  We have encountered several
races of beings with malformed sub species such as your `Men".  Once our
numbers increase, they die off on their own, with little or no need for us
to exterminate them.  Experts on the ways of alien minds say they die of a
sadness.  They can not hope to compare to their conquering betters, and
grow despondent."

   "Oh my God, no!" That sounded like an extreme case of Culture Shock,
much like what happened after Columbus conquered the new world, and the
native populations began dying off!

   Emma's heart filled with dread.  She had to get out of here!  If this
alien managed to mate with her even once, she'd spend the rest of her life
popping off multiple births every five months until her body wore out!  "I
have to notify my superiors!" she said, as she struggled to pull free of
the hand that still firmly held her.  "I'll have them call a joint meeting
of the U.N.  to discuss the matter!"

   "Hush." The alien said softly.  "I am your only superior." Strong
fingers gripped the top button of Emma's blouse and plucked it effortlessly
from the fabric.  "You have no need to fear.  On my world, breeders often
fight among themselves for the privilege of being my plaything for the
evening!" She actually winked.  "I tell you with all truth.  I have a
personal liking for reclaiming those I have already inseminated.  It is
quite stimulating to take one when she is close to delivering her next
batch of workers.  The round bellies look so nice when they quiver!  Have
no fear.  This will not be the only time I service you!"

   Straining for all she was worth, Emma desperately tried to reach the
emergency button on the wall.  It was inches out of her reach!  Oh God, why
did she deactivate the video system?  Nobody would see and come to her aid!
She had given strict orders that she was not to be disturbed in her work!
They only sent someone like Bobby if she specifically requested!  Another
button was playfully tugged from her blouse.  "Please, let me go!  I can
use my hand on you!  You like that!"

   "True, your tiny hand gave me pleasure." She smiled.  "It left me
feeling unfulfilled though." She plucked off the last button, and pulled
the blouse from the struggling woman's body.  "Mating with you will fulfill
us both."

   "Stop calling me little one!" My name is DOCTOR Emma Bloomberg!" she
crossed her arms tightly over her breasts.  "I am not a breeder!  I don't
want this!"

   The alien laughed.  "What you want, Doctor Emma, does not interest me! I
am Captain Stardrifter.  I have been chosen to claim this world, and become
its Governor General!" She effortlessly pulled the woman's arms aside, and
forcefully yanked the bra from her body.  "You are not a breeder yet, but I
shall change that!"

   Emma broke free, but Stardrifter was just toying with her.  When she was
within inches of slapping her hand on the sensor plate at the door, she was
scooped up off her feet!  "Oh no!  Oh please no!" she whimpered, as she was
bodily tossed onto the thick futon.  "Please, you can't do this!" she
cried, as two strong hands grabbed her belt and gave a quick tug.  The
leather parted with a loud snap.  "Stop it!  No means no on Earth!"

   Stardrifter paused.  "Of course no means no.  Have I not studied your
languages?" She tore the buttons from the jeans just as effortlessly, and
in seconds had tugged them off of Emma's body.

   The doctor whimpered as her panties were ripped to shreds and removed
from her.  "Please!  Stardrifter, I can't do this!  I'm a virgin!  I can't
let someone do this to me!"

   The alien laughed.  "I thank you for the knowledge of your untouched
nature!" She eased Emma's legs apart, and lowered her face between the
human's delicate and lovely thighs.  "You should not fear, Emma.  I know
how to prepare a worker to receive me!"

   "What?  Oh no, don't do that!" Stardrifter's long pointed tongue darted
out, and gently teased her labia.  She couldn't help a sudden mewl of
pleasure.  Emma, although totally inexperienced with men, had enjoyed quite
a few special times with girlfriends.  She cursed herself for responding so
obviously to the caress of that alien tongue against her body. 
"Stardrifter, you, you must stop!" she whimpered, her protests not nearly
as strong as they had been a moment ago.

   "Humans taste sweet!" the alien announced happily, pausing to lick her
full lips.  "I have rarely tasted a flower as sweet and refreshing as
yours, little Emma!"

   Emma's mind reeled.  That was only due to minor differences in
biochemistry!  Stardrifter's vaginal secretions would probably taste spicy
to her human taste buds.  She whimpered when she realized that she wanted
to take that taste!

   The tongue teased over her, flicking playfully against her engorging
clitoris.  She felt warmth slowly spreading outward from her sex.  "No!"
she cried in sudden understanding.  "The sublingual glands are doing
that!!" She clamped both hands between her legs.  "Get off of me!  The
gland under your tongue, it secrets an unidentified substance!  I, I can't
let you administer it to me!"

   Stardrifter sat up, momentarily abandoning her play.  "Little one, you
are very clever.  I told you I knew how to prepare you." She flicked out
the long serpentine tongue.  Emma could see that the very tip had dilated
noticeably.  The structure of the tongue was almost that of a tube or
straw. A thin trickle of silvery fluid was seeping from the small opening.
"You only received a miniscule dose, little one.  Let me continue, and I
promise you will welcome me into your pretty little hole with cries of
joy!"

   Desperately trying to ignore the euphoria spreading through her body,
Emma managed to stagger to her feet.  "I gotta get out!" she wailed.  "It's
not too late!  You didn't enter me yet!  I'm still safe!  I'm not a breeder
yet!  I have to warn everyone!" She backed away from the gorgeous crimson
creature.  "I won't let you!  I can't!  If I did, I would lose myself
entirely and become a baby factory!" She made a break for the door.

   Rising gracefully to her feet, Stardrifter took two long strides, and
pulled Emma to her.  "Little human, do not fear me.  I will give you great
pleasures in return for your providing me with my needed population!"

   Emma's small hands beat uselessly at Stardrifter's huge breasts.  "Let
me go!  Please God, somebody help me!" The alien picked her up, lifting her
like a doll until their faces were level.  She looked into those beautiful
golden eyes and trembled in fear.  She couldn't let this happen!  If that
huge canine like member entered her, all would be lost if even one tiny
droplet of seminal fluid was issued!  Nothing less then the surgical
removal of her ovaries would prevent her from spending the rest of her life
in an endless cycle of pregnancy and birth!

   "You will be my first human breeder." Stardrifter whispered lovingly. 
"But no matter how many more I acquire, I will always find time to please
my little Emma!"

   Emma clamped her lips tightly together as Stardrifter attempted to kiss
her.  She felt slippery syrupy liquid being forced against her lips.  It
tingled, and felt warm.  She whimpered, knowing that if any entered her
mouth, she would lose even what little resistance she had!  Dangling, she
kicked her feet and slapped at the alien, as those strong hands encircled
her waist and held her effortlessly immobile.  God no!  She could taste a
musky warm flavor.  It was seeping into her mouth!  It burned her tongue in
that pleasant manner that cinnamon does!  She gasped, and her lips parted.

   Stardrifter had won.  She slipped her tongue into the pretty human's
mouth.  Emma began to suckle, drawing the fluid of her own volition.  After
a moment, she pulled her tongue from sweetly grasping lips, and set the
trembling human gently on her feet.  The triumphant alien walked back to
her futon, and settled gracefully onto it.  Crossing her long muscular
legs, she sat in what humans would call the Lotus position.  "Come to me,
little one." She whispered softly.

   Emma stared at the beautiful Stardrifter.  "I can't!" she whimpered,
while taking a shuffling step towards her.  "Please, don't make me a
breeder!" she cried, as she took another step.  "Humans are your equals!  I
don't wanna to be your baby factory!"

   Stardrifter tapped a finger on the head of her fourteen inch turgidly
engorged member.  ""Little one, you will sit here!"

   Emma trembled in fear, but couldn't stop herself from stepping closer.
She knew that some powerful organically secreted drug from the alien's
sublingual gland was weakening her will, and tried mightily to resist. 
"Please!" she begged.  "We can give you cattle!" she cried as she stared
down in awe at the huge member pointing up at her.  "You know that will
suit your needs!" She shivered as the flat tip brushed her thighs and
smeared hot wetness on her legs.  Her heart raced.  Even the sperm present
in that fluid was enough to ruin her!  If she ran to the sink right now,
perhaps it wasn't too late to rinse it off of her skin!  She froze, unable
to move.

   "Little one, I will not tell you again!  Place me into yourself, and
sit!"

   Hands shaking, she gently grasped the stiff organ.  She positioned the
massive staff at her entrance.  "I can't!" she cried, as she used her left
index and middle finger to spread herself.  "It, it's too big!" she wailed,
as she tried to settle herself onto it.  "It won't fit!" she screamed, as
the chisel point worked its way relentlessly into her body.

   Stardrifter sighed.  The first conquest of an alien species was always
the best!  "It will fit, little breeder!" She put her big hands on the
human's hips, and pushed her down.

   Emma squealed as her hymen tore.  "I'll break in two!" she wailed, as
more of the massive length pushed up into her.  "Oh sweet God, it's too
big!"

   "That is nonsense, little one.  I am not too big for you!" she smiled.
"You have more then half of me in you already!"

   Emma whimpered as she managed to sit on those massively muscled crossed
legs.  Nearly all of the invader's staff was inside of her!  She tried
mightily not to think about the sperm even now seeping into her.  Who knows
how long they lived?  Even if only a hundred ventured into her body, she
was doomed!  "I'm not a virgin!" She wailed, as her betraying body slowly
grew used to, and yes, to enjoy the massively full feeling.  "Isn't that
enough?  Oh my God, I'm ruined!"

   "You are not ruined!" Stardrifter sighed.  "You are complete!"

   The human gasped as those huge hands lifted her, only to push her back
down again.  "Stop!" she whimpered, as she placed her hands on broad
shoulders to steady herself.  "You, you can't do this!  You, you're using
me as a fuck toy!"

   `You are my toy, little one!" Stardrifter called joyfully.  "You are my
toy to play with, as long as you produce enough overseers to help me claim
this world!"

   Over and over Emma was bounced on that massive shaft.  Her protests grew
weaker as the sensations spread through her body.  Stardrifter was
beautiful!  The good doctor had spent many lonely nights dreaming forbidden
dreams that now had turned into glorious reality!  She buried her face
between those mighty breasts, and sobbed.  It was not a sound of fear or
despair.  Stardrifter loved her!  Stardrifter picked her help to start a
dynasty!  Emma cried out as her body shook.  "Oh God!  I, I'm gonna cum!"
she wailed, words muffled by firm, yet softly yielding breasts.

   Stardrifter roared!  She felt the pressure within.  It had been far too
long since she claimed a breeder as lovely as this human!  The frail little
Earthling's hand had been a blessing, but this was what she had craved
after the long flight between the stars!  She let herself go completely,
and her body shook with the power of her ejaculation.  Pulse after pulse of
warm life pumped into the breeder.  Even if never touched again, Emma would
devote the rest of her life to repopulating this world!

   Emma felt more then a little sore when Stardrifter had finally allowed
her to climb off of the still hard shaft.  She had giggled like a
schoolgirl at the massive amount of fluids seeping down her body.  The
highly intelligent doctor had very little trouble concocting a plan to
sneak her gorgeous beloved mistress out of the secret facility.  Using all
her skills, she had faked Stardrifter's death, and falsified documentation
of her cremation.

   Before disappeared off the grid in preparation to repopulate the Earth,
Emma got creative.  She gathered all the semen she had harvested over the
last year.  Stardrifter had then milked her own tongue, adding shimmering
liquid to each sample.  Emma then put the several gallons of precious
liquid to proper use before slipping away with her Mistress to live near a
girl's only catholic high school.

   Unit commander Olivia Reed settled back in the hot tub in the female
officer's locker room and sighed.  "Janet?" she asked her aid, Major Janet
McCoy.  "Does the water feel greasy to you?"

   "That's just the new mineral oil, ma'am.  All the girls have been raving
about how smooth and supple it leaves your skin." She sniffed.  "It reminds
me of cinnamon."

   Unobserved, the officers slid closer together.  The women were oddly
compelled by the heat.  It just felt so warm and natural to embrace another
girl!  They sighed as their lips met in a passionate kiss.  Before long,
each had slipped a finger into the other.  As they moaned together, each
finger thrust forced thousands of nearly immortal sperm deep into their
fertile ripe bodies.  There were 56 women in the facility.  Alone or in
happy little groups, they had unwittingly been converted into 56 happy,
willing, and eager breeders while enjoying the tub!


   11-03-2011