Less than an hour after leaving the now unexplainably vandalized school, the entire group was seated in Pete's living room. They had freed Penny, Mindy, Wendy and Mia who were all famished, as was Pete so all other concerns were put on a temporary hold while Penny and Mia had whipped up a quick meal of tomato soup and bologna sandwiches.
Once in the living room, Mia had taken what she considered her proper place at Pete's side, snuggling up to him in loving and subservient adoration. Mindy and Wendy, having learned to 'appreciate' each other even more during their long captivity sat together - very close together. Nothing inappropriate of course, there was the presence of Mr. Johnson to consider, but Mindy was certain the angle was wrong for him to see exactly where her hand was, and Wendy was confident that nobody really noticed how far apart her knees were. Penny had taken Bernie upstairs to get him cleaned up and find some clothing that might fit.
"I know he is intended to be a punishment for Megan," Penny had said when Pete hesitated at her desire to clean up the old man, "but I won't have someone that filthy in my house and now that he is here, I won't throw him out on the street. I'm going to clean him up and that's that. You can just use your little mind tricks to make her think he's still nasty."
Megan, Chad and Carla were seated on the love seat, concerned looks on their faces. Pete had restored their free thought but his commands held them firmly in place.
"So, Mr. Johnson," Pete was saying, "you can do the same things I can do?"
"Please, call me Skip," replied Mr. Johnson - err - Skip, seated in the recliner by the fireplace. "You are fairly unique. That's why I'm here. In fact we have been looking for you for the past sixteen years."
Pete was totally shocked. "Looking for me? Whatever for?"
"Because it's my job. Myself, and some others like me, are here to guide and protect those like you. We knew when you were conceived but lost track of your biological mother before you were born so we had no idea where you were or who adopted you."
"I was adopted?" Pete asked, feeling relief at realizing why he found his mother and sisters sexually attractive - and now that the minor feelings of guilt were completely gone, his third leg jumped just a bit. Raging adolescent hormones aside, there was also a some of confusion enhanced by a dash of betrayal coursing through Pete's libidinous mind. "Mom?"
Penny who had returned from getting Bernie started on a hot shower after laying out some men's clothing that she just happened to have in her closet, paused and deflated slightly.
"Its true sweetheart. I've thought about telling you, but the time never seemed right. And... honestly, I thought that sooner or later either you or Mindy would ask me about it. You two are only ten months apart, I mean... really... how likely is that?"
"I just thought you were major slut," noted Megan.
"Yeah, you always said that we all had different fathers." Observed Mindy. "So it really wasn't that much of a stretch to assume you had hopped into the sack with some guy right after Pete was born."
"Oh," said Penny, thoughtfully, "I guess I can see you point. Perhaps I should have..."
"If I may interrupt?" Interjected Skip. "We seem to be careening dangerously off course. To answer your question, Pete - everyone like you gets adopted, it's just that usually we know and even control who the adoptive parents are. In your case, since we didn't know where your mother went, we didn't know where you ended up."
"But why did you care about what happened to me anyway?"
"Because you are a breeder."
"A what?"
"A breeder. You were born with certain inherent gifts locked deeply within your genetic code. When a breeder reaches the age of sixteen a pod of Alienthemum Mentalatum seeds are sent to earth and invariably land near him. They then grow into the plant that will release the breeder's true potential. We had to wait until your pod landed, and even then we only had a general area. I've been searching minds one at a time for months. I thought I'd never..."
"Wait a minute!" Interrupted Pete. "When you say, 'sent to earth' what do you mean?"
"Sent from the home planet of course."
"What home planet? Whose home planet?"
"Your home planet. Well, part of you, anyway."
"What part?" asked Pete looking carefully at his hands and arms.
"It's not something you can see." Chuckled the more-than-just-a-janitor. "It's inside you."
"You mean like a tape worm or something?"
"No! I mean you were conceived in a test tube - the result of gene splicing that took DNA from our masters, The Maunakeans, and mixed it with human DNA in such a way that you can impregnate human women with babies that have all the physical attributes of a human but all the mental advantages, along with certain physical advantages of a Maunakean."
"Who or what are The Maunakeans?"
"I told you."
"When?"
"Just now."
"Okay... what - exactly - did you say about them?"
"I said they are our masters."
"Why?"
"Because if I hadn't told you, you wouldn't know."
"No, I wasn't asking 'why did you say it' - I understand that, well... at least as much as I understand any of this. I want to know why they are our masters."
"Because they are Maunakean."
"Right, but who... are..."
Having brought the conversation full circle, Pete hesitated, reluctant to begin another cycle that would doubtless be just as unsatisfying as the last one. But much like a failed experiment, he would try to approach the problem from another direction. He pondered what to do as he absently stroked Mia's back while she caressed his inner thigh. The problem, he finally realized, was an extreme lack of information. He would start with information on Skip.
"I take it you are not a breeder like me."
"No, I'm a guide."
"And you guide breeders?" Pete was beginning to feel like a lawyer cross-examining a hostile witness. But Skip had promised to answer any questions - and so far he had upheld his end of the bargain.
"Yes." Answered Skip.
"Are there any other types like us, I mean besides breeders and guides?"
"No."
Pete sighed. This was going to take forever. That was when he noticed the twinkle in Skip's eye.
"You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"Pretty much - it's always fun to see how long it takes for you guys to figure it out. You caught on pretty fast."
"Are there really aliens?"
Yes, everything I've said so far is true. How about I just fill you in on the rest of it the easy way, huh?"
"That would be nice, thank you."
"We serve an alien race that first came to this planet in the 1930's. They are an old race and have explored the vast reaches of space for eons. Interstellar commerce, supported by colonization of a diverse range of planets has ensured their success and power over all the other races."
"So why do they need breeders?"
"I'm getting to it, I just felt you needed some background. I was born in 1936, part of the first successful batch of guides they produced..."
"1936? There's no way you're that old."
"I stopped aging at thirty, part of my gift from The Maunakeans. If you are going to interrupt me every other sentence, we could go back to you asking questions and me answering them."
"No, no, I'll shut up."
"Very well, anyway, Guides and Breeders have been genetically manipulated with different mixtures of alien and human DNA. This gives us powers that normal humans don't have. Guides and Breeders both have enhanced mental abilities that allow us to control the people around us. Guides are given increased physical strength and an expanded lifespan in order to help us protect and guide you breeders."
"What about Breeders like me?"
"You have been given different gifts. You're lifespan and physical strength are unaffected but your potency has been enhanced. You have been given mental powers that enable you to control and have sex with any woman you desire and whenever you do so, that woman will conceive."
"What!?" Exclaimed Megan, with a look of horror. "Are saying I'm pregnant?" Penny, Mindy and Wendy all stopped and waited for the answer. Carla, having done very well in sex education, wasn't worried at this point since Pete had only cum in her ass - but her interest was peaked nonetheless as she knew Pete had her hot little cowboy cave in his sights.
"If Pete has deposited his seed inside you, then yes, you are. But don't worry, as soon as the offspring is born it will be taken and returned to the home planet."
"What if I want to keep it?" Asked Mindy with a concerned look.
"You won't. The potency of his sperm isn't the only difference; it has also been genetically altered to produce Maunakean offspring that are physically adapted to an earth-like environment. It will look like a human baby but its intelligence and physical strength would be far beyond anything you could handle. Besides, the whole purpose of the Breeder program is to help populate the Maunakean colonies on earth-like planets. So its best like this."
"But I love Pete with all my heart and if I'm gonna carry his baby, why can't I love it and take care of it?"
"Same with me," interjected Wendy, "I love Pete too and I want to keep his baby."
"I can't see carrying his child for nine months and then simply giving it up." Said Penny, distractedly caressing her stomach.
"While I consider it an honor to carry my master's baby," said Mia, adoringly, "I will do whatever he tells me to."
"I think you should all be quiet." Commanded Pete. "It may be that none of you are even pregnant. Skip, what if I fucked them before I got my mental powers?"
It was Skip's turn to look surprised. "How did you have sex with these girls before that? No offense, but look at you." He turned his attention to the women, "What were you thinking?"
"Hey! I'm not that bad, damn it."
"Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night. But I still want to know how you tapped poontang this hot without mind control."
"I... used hypno-juice. That's what I call it anyway. It's a derivative of the root system that I..."
"I know full well what Hypno-juice is. We use it so our thralls can carry out basic mind control assignments. What I would like to know is how did you get it and how did you know how to use it?"
"I discovered the plant, what did you call it?"
"Alienthemum Mentalatum - ET Daisies, we like to call 'em."
"Yeah, well anyway I found it out in the woods and took a sample. I tried processing it in different ways and performed scientific experiments using the various outcomes."
"Just be glad you didn't drink any of it yourself."
"Yeah..." Pete said slowly, "uhm... why, exactly, would that make me glad?"
Skip's eyes narrowed to a sharpened point and he skewered Pete with a piercing gaze. "You have the power so I know you've inhaled the vapors, but perhaps you should tell me everything about how you have been using the ET Daisies."
"Well, some of my... experiments... involved me dosing myself with Hypno-juice and giving myself prerecorded instructions. But I was very careful to make sure I didn't use too much."
"How did you discover the refining process?"
"Well I just ran the roots through my juicer."
"You used raw Alienthemum juice? Great Caesar's ghost! How did you dispose of the bodies?"
"I flushed them down the toilet."
"You did what?" Asked Skip, the shock obvious on his face.
Pete was a little confused at this, but quickly realized what the older man must be thinking.
"Oh, my first experiments were on mice. The initial test killed five of them outright and I had to euthanize one that never recovered from the catatonic state. It was from those experiments I deduced the appropriate dosage and then tested it on myself."
Skip's face softened in concern. "How many doses did you take?"
"Three."
"Mother of God." Breathed Skip slumping back in his chair. "And how did you happen to breath the vapors?"
"I rolled a cigarette out of the dried leaves and smoked it."
"You poor bastard!"
"Why?" exclaimed Pete, visibly frightened. "What's wrong? What have I done?"
Skip leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. "Maybe I should outline how it is usually done. First of all, the Hypno-juice we use is a highly refined and processed product that is a safer version of the base drug that you made - ours is much easier to administer since there is no danger of a lethal overdose. As for the leaves... well, typically we already know who the breeder is, so when the plant grows we use the leaves to make incense and then we make contact. By burning the incense every night while the breeder sleeps, he is slowly brought into his powers and taught their use by his guide. This process usually takes about ninety days and during this time the breeder is subjected to serious headaches and overall lethargy as his mind is reshaped."
"And the way I did it?" asked Pete nervously.
"Inhaling concentrated fumes in that way increases the pain a hundred times over - but you drank Hypno-juice, which also exacerbates the pain and suffering. And, you drank it not once, not twice, but three times. There are rumors about what that can do to the amount of power a breeder can attain, but all that is known for certain is that exposure to Hypno-juice prior to exposure to the vapors makes the already painful conversion unbearably horrendous. I don't know how you endured it. You must have an extremely strong constitution."
"Yeah, well, I... uh... I sort of... passed out. Does this mean that I have less power than I should have?"
"No, quite the opposite, in fact it is thought that hypno-juice breaks down the barrier between the conscious and subconscious minds. Since much of the power is based in the subconscious, the theory is that this makes the power stronger. You had three doses. There's no telling how strong you will end up. Judging by what you were able to do in the school corridor, and after only one day, you are already pretty powerful."
"So what do we do now?" Pete mused, suddenly distracted by Megan who, still unable to talk, was gesturing frantically at her belly. "Oh, yeah, so are they pregnant or what?"
"Absolutely. All the plant does for you is unleash your mental powers. Your sperm is designed genetically, its power has been there all along."
A dismayed mewl escaped from Megan. Pete looked at her, irritated. "You may speak, freely."
"You horny little bastard! Not only are you humiliating me by forcing me to do disgusting things, now you've infected me with some weird alien spawn." Her hand went to her stomach and a look of revulsion came over her.
"And now you can stop talking freely." Said Pete with a dismissive wave of his hand. "From now on you will act like you're happy with your pregnancy."
"Megan," said Skip, his curiosity peaked, "Tell me how you feel about your pregnancy."
Her programming reasserted, the look of horror on Megan's face transformed into a happy contentment as the hand at her stomach stopped clawing and began caressing.
"Are you talking about what a privilege it is to carry my loving adoptive brother's precious offspring? I consider it the ultimate honor to serve Pete in any small way that I can, to be chosen to carry his child..." she paused to choke back tears of gratitude, "well it's just more of an honor that I ever thought I would deserved. I love him so much, I hope that while I'm carrying this prized gift that he will let me nourish myself with his wondrous seed from time to time."
"That's remarkable," said Skip, "your control is precise and yet completely comprehensive. Your power is going to be incredible."
Pete looked thoughtful for a few moments. "Go ahead and ask the rest of them." He said with a grin.
"Okay, so how do the rest of you feel now?"
The other women glanced around at each other, then:
"Well, I am just tickled pink," said Penny, "it's a noble thing to carry the future of the Maunakean empire."
"Yes," added Mindy, "it's a valuable service we render for the greater good." Wendy nodded in agreement.
"I want to serve the Maunakean empire too," whined Carla, "why can't I be pregnant?"
"We'll take care of that tonight." Assured Pete as Skip looked on with approval.
"It's a good start, Pete." He added, "But there's a lot of work ahead. This region hasn't produced any offspring in far too long."
"So, how does this whole breeder thing work?"
"Usually, young women between the ages of sixteen and twenty are abducted, impregnated and housed until a few months after they deliver. We keep them in one of several large Manors we maintain around this part of the country - Manors you can now consider your homes. Eventually they are released with only fuzzy memories of a year spent as a delinquent run-away engaged in drug and alcohol fueled debauchery."
"So you have mansions full of beautiful women waiting for me to fuck them?" asked Pete with a look of lusty hope.
"Of course not, without a breeder, there was no reason to hold any women. We'll have to get started and it could take weeks before..."
A gasp from Mia interrupted the discussion.
"Mia, what's wrong?" asked a concerned Pete.
"Oh dear, master, it seems that while trying to take a sip of my soft drink, this worthless slut has horribly soiled your trousers."
Pete looked down at his pants and saw a single drop of Mia's cola.
"It's only one drop, nothing to worry about."
"But, master, my clumsiness and inattention has caused you inconvenience and I think I should be held accountable."
"It's only a small spot, really, it's nothing to be concerned about."
Mia rolled her eyes, "Master, your worthless slut has been bad, don't you think she should be subjected to something humiliating as a punishment?"
"For this little spot? You're being awfully hard on yourself."
That was when Pete noticed that everyone else was trying to stifle laughter.
"What?"
"Well, dear," said Penny, "Isn't Mia your slave?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you agree to punish her when she misbehaved?"
"Yes, but this isn't..."
"Don't be thick, sweetheart, she wants to be punished."
"She wants to be... oh... Oohhh. Well why didn't she just say so? I'm not a mind re... oh yeah." Pete paused for a few moments while he read Mia's mind for a punishment she would find suitably humiliating and therefore exciting.
"Mom, go upstairs and bring down one set of your handcuffs." He added some other suggestions telepathically.
"Of course, honey." She said with a grin as she stood up. "I think I know what you have in mind. And just in time too, there hasn't been much sex around here for a while and I would hate for someone who might be, say, looking in on us, to get bored and start reading something else."
"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind, sweety." Said Penney heading up the stairs.
Mia looked at Pete with lustful anticipation, "Why, whatever are you going to do to me, master?"
"Don't be asking questions you... err... worthless... uh... slut. You just do as you're told."
"Yes, master." Complied Mia demurely. Due to her programming, her acquiescence gave her a twinge of excitement.
Mere moments later Penny returned and handed a set of gleaming hand cuffs to Pete who then ordered Mia to place her hands behind her back.
"Since you are so clumsy with your hands, let's see how good you are with only your mouth."
"Does master wish a blowjob from his helpless and exotic slave?"
"Not me," said Pete indicating the other side of the room where Penny had just finished handing something to each of the other men, "Mom has just given both Skip and Chad a handcuff key. They will happily unlock your handcuffs once you have made them cum."
"So I have to suck off both of them?"
"That depends on how lucky you are, only one of them has the correct key for your handcuffs."
Mia squirmed off of the couch, her panties riding up into her ass making them look like a thong, her brief t-shirt did nothing to hide the firm stiff nipples topping her tiny lust cakes.
"Let's see," she murmured, trying to decide who to suck first, "since I don't think you like Chad very much I don't think you would have had Penny give the right key to him, so I'll do Skip first." Skip's eyes lit up with desire at the thought of this exotic brown beauty slobbering his knob. "Is there any rule against recruiting help?"
Pete thought for a minute, and then spoke with a grin.
"You may ask someone to help you, but it's only fair that if someone is going to help you make Skip cum, you have to make them cum first."
Mia smiled and turned towards Mindy and Wendy.
"This slut would be honored if you mistresses would allow this unworthy one to attempt enlisting your aid in what promises to be her amazingly erotic task."
Both of the lithe and lovely girls grinned mischievously.