Ch 4 – The downfall (Quinn)
Over the years, the re-population effort seemed to be going well. The alien's numbers grew quickly in the first couple of generations.
The alien males would impregnate as many of the human females as possible. Since the human females would normally have only about 3-4 children during their lifetime and each alien impregnation would produce a minimum of twins, the majority of the human female's children would have alien DNA. The alien females were finding enough human males to impregnate them on average every 4 years. With each pregnancy, there would be 3-4 offspring. All would have alien DNA. Statistically, each alien birth tended to reduce the rate of human births since there were fewer chances to breed with other humans.
It would take a while but eventually, if everything followed the plan, there would be no more humans to breed with each other and the alien race would have taken over by attrition. The takeover would be so slow and invisible the humans would not even see it coming. All they would see were beings that looked and acted just like them.
Midway into the early twentieth year of the second generation of aliens, they noted that this human species had a considerably longer average life span than they did. This was not too much of a concern since the alien's breeding rate was about 3-4 times that of the humans they were replacing.
The new alien leaders had chosen a remote island to set up a world headquarters to keep track of the growing alien population. From here, they could receive reports and monitor things, without interference from the human species.
The headquarters was initially equipped to electronically monitor all parts of the world. After a few years, there were expansions for 'on-site' monitoring. Since most of the alien leaders were male, it was necessary that they also do their part to fulfill 'the mission'. Large dormitories were built to house human females of breeding age. Once they set foot on the island the human females were destined never to leave it. They would serve out their entire child bearing years on the island. Once they could no longer bear children, they were of no use, and discarded like yesterday's newspaper. New human female breeders were brought to the island to replace the 'worn out' ones.
There was no need to put locks on any of the doors except the monitoring building, where could the humans go. The island was a perfect barrier to escape. Besides, the females were routinely given a substance in their food and drink that made them very compliant. It also made them extremely horny and ready for sex at every opportunity, which is that the alien males wanted. Not only would they be able to do their part in the re-population mission but it would also provide some daily recreation.
When the dormitories were built, additional impregnation research rooms were built. When it was noted that a particular human female was in her fertile time, she would be brought to the 'research' room. There she would be not only thoroughly fucked and impregnated but the whole process was recorded and monitored for later study. The recordings would be studied, to determine the various ways to have sex with these human females and what techniques elicited the best sexual response.
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Michele had been on the island for almost a month. At first she had tried to find ways to escape off the island. She soon found there was no easy ways off the island. The 5' 7" stunning brunette was no bimbo. She had a Masters degree in psychology and she had a steely determination that there was always a way to do something, even if it was not obvious, or physical.
Michele had noted that it appeared that most of her captors were male. They were all exceptionally handsome and muscular. Even though she was in prime physical condition, she knew there was no way she could overpower any of them physically. She would have to try some verbal or sensual persuasion.
Although she knew it was somewhat stereo-typical for a woman to use her obvious sex appeal to get what she wanted, she felt that this might be the best option if she was ever to gain her freedom. She had guess rightly that her captors were pretty self assured that no one could escape the island since for the most part, all the captives were allowed the freedom to roam most of the main compound. There were only a few buildings that were inaccessible. A number of her male captors came and went and seemed pleasant enough to interact with but she could get very little information out of any of them.
To try to loosen them up some, she decided to try showing off some of her 'assets'. She started leaving her bra back in her sleeping quarters, as she took her walks around the compound. This did not go unnoticed by her male captors. After a couple of days, she decided to ditch the panties as well to add a little extra enticement. She had decided she was going to use some of that Masters degree in psychology.
She purposely changed her outward demeanor from when she had first arrived but inwardly she was just as defiant. When she had first arrived, she was brought in struggling against the grip of two of her male captors. She was placed face up on an oddly shaped table and her wrists and ankles were strapped down. What she was strapped to was not so much an examination table as it was something like a torture device. The table was cushioned some but only about as wide as her torso. Her arms were strapped to movable padded bars. Her legs were strapped to individual supports that could be swung out and also bent upwards and at the knees.
The room was more like and operating room than anything else. There were bright lights over head, and a table of instruments to one side. On the other side, was some monitoring equipment, with wires draped over a monitor. Michele also noticed there were a number of video cameras in the room, all pointed at her.
The 4 males in the room were preoccupied with various things. One seemed to be calibrating the monitoring device, another was writing notes, another was adjusting the video feeds from the cameras, and the fourth was arranging the instruments on the table.
The one who had been taking notes, made an entry, closed the clipboard, and set it in a bin on the wall. Turning toward Michele, he got the other's attention by asking "Shall we begin?". To Michele, this took on a more frightening tone. She wasn't sure what these men had planned but her worst fear was that they were going to do some kind of operation on her.
Michele started begging and pleading for them to let her go. The head 'doctor' got so distracted by her ranting that he had one of the others gag her. Even though she was gagged, you could still hear her muffled pleadings.
In a now calm, methodical voice he announced "First, let's get her clothes off."
One of the men reached behind him, picked up a pair of scissors and made a 'starter' cut in the very bottom of the leg of her slacks. Putting down the scissors, he grabbed the two sides of the cut edges and started ripping the material apart. With each rip, the men were allowed to see more and more of her leg. As more of the material gave way, more of her leg was exposed. The man had now ripped the material apart all the way up to where her crotch was. He did not stop until he had worked his way up to her waistband, where he used the scissors again to cut the remaining reinforced waistband.
Moving to the other side, the procedure was repeated, starting with an initial cut at the bottom of her slacks, then rip, rip, rip until her slacks were ripped all the way to her waist. With a quick snip of the waistband he grabbed the ripped and cut pieces and pulled her slacks out from under her, leaving her in just thin white panties.
Next, the man moved up to the sleeves of her button down top. Starting at the wrist sleeve, he made an initial cut at the beginning of the sleeve, then started ripping the material apart. He didn't stop until he had ripped the material all the way up to the arm and continued until the neckline and had separated the front of the blouse from the back. This was repeated on the other side, cutting a part of the sleeve, then ripping the rest. The only thing now holding her top around her torso were the buttons on the front. The head 'doctor' seemed to be getting a little agitated that the cutting process was taking so long so he reached over, grabbed the front opening of her top and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. With a quick yank, the rest of Michele's top was yanked out from under her and thrown in the corner with her ripped up pants. The only things covering Michele's body now were her bra and panties.
Reaching for the scissors again, each strap was cut and the side material was cut. The front of her bra no longer was attached to anything, and the man grabbed it and flung it across the room to where the rest of her clothes lay.
The head 'doctor' reached for his clipboard and started making notes about the size and condition of her upper body. Her abductors had singled her out because it appeared she had good muscle tone and breasts large enough to produce a volume of milk needed for suckling the numerous children she would be bearing. With her blouse and bra off, there was no doubt that her firm 36D breasts would be adequate for the job ahead. There would be tests done to confirm that her nipples would be adequate size as well for her children to suck on to obtain the nourishment they need to thrive.
