The Story of My Telepathic Life
by Gary LM Martin
The next step.
"We are going to bring your female family members into
Us
," said Joe.
"Wait a minute! Joe, you said that if I cooperated, my family would be spared. Well, I cooperated!" I rubbed my belly meaningfully.
"That was before we knew whether your genetic type was compatible," said Joe. "Now that we know it is, we need to expand our numbers."
"Why... why don't you just get me pregnant again?" I asked, gritting my teeth as I said it.
"You
will
be impregnated again, Shelly, many times. But your body needs time to recover between pregnancies, and we wish to increase our numbers more rapidly," said Joe. "If your DNA was compatible, it is highly likely that the DNA of your female family members will also be compatible."
I swallowed heavily. "You... you want Claire?"
"And Audrey. You have two sisters, Shelly."
My mind raced frantically. "They're both married. Their husbands are going to notice them missing."
"They will serve us as well... in a different capacity," said Joe. He glanced at the people hanging from the ceiling, experiencing near continuous orgasms which fed the Revered One.
My dear sisters! I had to save them. Maybe I couldn't save Audrey, but Claire--"Claire is pregnant!"
I saw Joe's expression fall. "How far along?"
"Eight months," I said. "I don't think there's enough space inside of her for another baby."
Joe considered. "We could remove her child, but her uterus would require time to recover. Perhaps we should wait until she gives birth."
We
were prepared to kill Claire's baby if it suited them. And now they were planning to take Claire right after giving birth to her first child!
"The needs of
Us
are paramount, Shelly," said Joe. "You should have learned that by now. Your sister, and your mother and aunt, will serve us."
"Wait a minute! You're going to take my mom and aunt?"
Joe nodded.
"My mom is too old to have children!"
"Not our kind of children, Shelly. All she needs is a wet and warm uterus which is genetically compatible."
My mind raced as I tried to think of a way to spare Mom. I couldn't, but-"Aunt Tamara, she, she's not as closely related to me as Mom and Claire are."
Joe considered. "That is true."
"Wouldn't be more... more
efficient
to wait and see if my Mom and Audrey are compatible, before taking Auntie?"
Joe nodded. "I know what you are trying to do, Shelly. The love for your Aunt is strong in your mind. We will spare her for now, but not out of sentiment. But
We will
take your mother and younger sister."
I felt the conflict within me.
You will love it. You will love. You will love it. You will love it-
"No I won't!" I yelled.
Joe squeezed one of my breasts. "Shelly, We find your defiance... intoxicating."
"Thanks," I said, not pulling away as he fondled my teat. He knew exactly how I liked to be touched!
"But your sister and Mother will be taken. At this point, your cooperation and even your participation is no longer required," he said. He paused. "But wouldn't you rather your family members be made part of
Us
with a friendly face to help them adapt, rather than strangers?"
"Why do you care about their feelings?"
"
We
do not. But you do."
*********
I cannot fucking believe I am doing this!
I was helping
Us
take over my Mother and Audrey. Truthfully, I didn't care
all that much
if Mom became part of
Us
. All her life she had been singing the praises of the
fucking
World Government and the importance of
fucking
Community and
fucking
global togetherness and all that other
fucking
shit. Joining
Us
would just be another step forward for her. But Audrey... even at 26, Audrey was still my kid sister. I felt
incredibly
protective of her.
I cannot fucking believe I am doing this!
You
can
fucking believe you are doing this, Shelly,
the Voice insisted.
You will help
Us
bring your mother into
Us
. And then you will help
Us
take Audrey. And at a later time you will help
Us
bring in Claire and your Aunt Tamara.
I hate you.
**********
We took Mom first.
Mom greeted us with an unsuspecting smile as I came home. I had told her that I was coming home with a coworker named Alph from my new job. I had told her that my new job involved Social Justice, and Mom was naturally excited to hear all about it.
Alph.
I figured if I told her I had a coworker named "Alpha" even Mom might have become suspicious.