“Funny thing, these changes are at the chromosomal level, so your offspring will carry some of these changes.” Esta ran a finger up the lean curvature of Journey’s abdominal muscles, her forefinger and thumb brushed against the newly grown masses of flesh as she finally reached the collar bone. “I’m so proud of myself for creating an entirely new sub-species of humans.”
Journey simply hanged loosely by her bounds; her head drooped forward, and a long spittle of drool reached toward the floor. The girth of her shaft was fully erect, beating in tandem with her heart, and oozing pre-seminal fluids. Her skin was inflamed as further augmentations changed her nerves. The pores of her skin had been altered to absorbe the surrounding air, helping to fuel her blood as a support apparatus for her lungs. Other alterations included an improved frontal lobe enhancement, which made her brain produce enough dopamine and estrogen to support all the added mammary growths on her body. Her muscle sinew was reinforcement using some kind of alchemical science, and an entirely new organ was implanted to counter the cancerous side-effects of having too many augmentations, both surgical and chemical.
“Your eyes can see better now, can’t they?” Esta asked slyly. Her armor barely hid anything, if anything it enhanced her seductive beauty. Her voluptuous breasts glistened with sweat, and the woman’s smile sparkled with crimson colored lip stick.
Journey’s voice was dry, the light in the room hurt her eyes, and her senses were all over the place. One moment she could hear the whispers through the walls, the next she could barely make out what people were saying in front of her. All the smells in the chamber had combined to form a haze of sexual confusion, and the perfume that Esta used on her was laced with some kind of narcotic.
Esta noticed Journey’s lack of response, but didn’t seem the least bit concerned. Instead, the flesh-wright rubbed her hand along Journey’s stomach, feeling the new layers of fat sheathing her abdominal muscles. The unborn prodigy Journey’s womb was still not developed enough to be easily noticed, although the slight pouch of her stomach could be seen as thick droplets of sweat strolled around her navel.
“One hundred and twenty three, that’s how many sow’s you’ve impregnated since your arrival.” Esta leaned forward so that her lips were mere centimeters away from Journey’s face. “Did you know that? I bet you never imagined being the mother of an entire generation of future colonists, or potential slaves.”
“More…” Journey spat the drool hanging from her lips. Being the sire of hundreds of colonists didn’t even translate amidst all the sexual frustration in her mind. Journey’s brain was dedicated to the massive build up of seed accumulated in her testicles. She needed a release, to stand still was pure agony. “My balls hurt, please let me cum again. Let me…feel someones warmth again.”
The world was little more than a deluge of pleasure, a cacophony of insanity, a blissful tempest of mind-altering chemicals. Her life had little meaning outside of releasing the tension in her loins, or squeezing all the sustenance from her breasts. She had long forgotten who her brother was, or even the name of Sinmore. Like her sanity, it was lost, submerged deep in her subconscious mind.
A sharp pain helped her to focus, if only for a split second. Journey looked down, seeing a long syringe being extracted from her hip. The contents of which made her feel warm. Her heart raced, her head pounded, and Journey could taste the lubricants of womanly juices dripping on the floor. She could smell the fear of another line of slaves waiting outside.
“Let’s find out if we can make it an even two hundred…maybe more?” Esta slapped Journey on the rear cheek, and the pain sent a jolt across her entire body. Heightened senses were fed by frayed nerves, and Journey yanked at the metal chains as the first scrawny young woman was dragged in.
“Look at what we have here, another small loner from the mining colonies of Lorenzo. Now get ready little fox, and do try to struggle a little longer than your predecessor. It’s no fun when you slaves break too soon.” Esta chuckled while stripping the shabby uniform from the slaves lean shoulders, exposing a flat stomach, tender hips, and small, but plump, breasts. The mining colonists tanned skin was slightly pale from years spent in the void, but her eyes remained a crisp and clairvoyant blue color. Her head was shaved, although a dark brown stubble hinted at what could’ve been.
The woman looked up in horror as Journey’s breast milk ran down the length of a pale torso. Journey thrusted her groin forward, eager to spear the colonists lower lips wide. The mushroom shaped tip was large, and by the time Rain was done, the slaves inner walls would be ruined. Her tightness would likely never be the same.
Just as the woman was forced on all fours, and positioned mere inches away from Journey’s erection, and alarm sounded. Its loud ring sent Journey’s ears screaming in pain, and her head was spinning from her overly charged senses.
Esta grimaced, then yanked the slave away. She then rushed to the wall, picked up an intercom receiver, and began demanding an explanation. No sooner had she ask her first question, that all the lights dimmed, and the ships gravity reversed.
