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KETHA
“Now Ketha, I’ve made you another appointment at the Conception Center and Idon’twant you to miss it.” Mistress Morebutt, Ketha’s mother, frowned at her reprovingly. “I know you skipped the last two but you’renotskipping this one.”
Ketha frowned rebelliously and put one hand on her ample hip. Because of the Earth DNA her mother had used when she had decided to conceive an heir, the two women looked almost nothing alike.
Mistress Morebutt was tall and skinny with narrow hips, thin lips, short blonde hair which she had dyed a fashionable bright pink, and pale green eyes. Her daughter, on the other hand, was short and curvy with lovely brown skin, luscious lips, and long, curly black hair. About the only thing she’d inherited from her mother were Mistress Morebutt’s pale green eyes, which looked striking paired with her creamy complexion.
Many of the other Yonnite Mistresses thought she was too curvy, but Ketha loved her shape, which was something like an overfull hourglass. She resisted the diets her skinny mother tried to put her on and dressed to emphasize her curves—all of which exasperated Mistress Morebutt.
Ketha’s mother was a prominent businesswoman in Opulex—the capital city of Yonnie Six—a planet which was dominated and ruled by women. She had often bemoaned her decision to use Earth DNA when she conceived her daughter—she believed that this was the reason that Ketha was so “strong willed” and “obstinate.”
“I told you, Mother—I don’twantto get pregnant yet! I don’t care if it’s the fashion to have your heir early and get it over with—I’m just not ready!” Ketha protested. “I refuse to be bullied into having a baby just becauseyou’retrying to get a place in the Sacred Seven!”
The Sacred Seven was the ruling body of Yonnie Six, composed of an ever-revolving cast of the richest and most respected Yonnite Mistresses. Mistress Morebutt was certainly rich enough, but she wasn’t quite popular enough to get appointed. Accordingly, she was following the trends and for several years now, the “trend” was to lock down your dynasty by making sure that your heiralsohad an heir—that way the family money stayed where it belonged—inthe family.
She had been trying to convince Ketha to go to the Conception Center and get pregnant for ages, but Ketha didn’t want to. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a baby eventually—she loved children. But she didn’t like the whole process at the Conception center. She had tried it once and couldn’t make herself go through with it. The metal rod they jammed inside you to deposit the seed was freezingcoldand horribly uncomfortable. She had wiggled away when it was only halfway inside her and made a run for the door—and she was determinednotto go back.
“I’m notreadyto be pregnant yet,” she told her mother again.
Mistress Morebutt was still fuming as she paced the living area of their penthouse suite. It was at the top of one of the tallest buildings in Opulex, which she owned, and it was richly decorated with cloud-fluff carpets and expensive singing crystal glows. The fist-sized crystals floated around the ceiling at a leisurely pace and hummed the latest songs quietly to themselves, all while shedding a rich, golden light over then opulent surroundings.
“Well, you’regoingto be ready very soon,” Mistress Morebutt said grimly. “You won’t want to miss your appointment when thefertility drugskick in.”
“Fertility drugs? What are you talking about?” Ketha stared at her mother blankly. “I haven’t been taking any fertility drugs!”
“Oh yes, you have!” Her mother flashed a triumphant smile. “I’ve been having Chef Le’nox put them in your food all week. And you should be feeling the effectsverysoon.”
Ketha stared at her mother, aghast. Surely she was only joking—she wouldn’treallydrug her own daughter—would she?
Maybe she would, though,Ketha thought grimly. Wasthatthe reason her breasts had gotten larger lately? The nipples also seemed to be extra tender and sensitive. And she’d been feeling a need to be penetrated—a need which none of her extensive collection of sex toys seemed to assuage. Even the largest one she owned—and it wasnotsmall—wasn’t big enough to satisfy her cravings.
Still, she couldn’t believe that her own mother would drug her food—it was unforgivable!
“That’s right—I see that you’re coming around to the idea,” Mistress Morebutt said, nodding as she saw the look of dawning comprehension on Ketha’s face. “You’re going to want to make sure you get to that appointment at the Conception Center or you’re going to be in someseriousdiscomfort, young lady! Those drugs are engineered to make youneedseed in your womb. Without it, you’re going to have problems.”
Ketha found her voice at last.
“I can’t believe you woulddothis to me!” she exclaimed. “It should bemychoice when to have a baby! It’smy bodyafter all!”
“You’re my heir and you need an heir of your own,” her mother said sharply. “Don’t act so ridiculously offended, Ketha—just make sure you get to that appointment at the Conception Center this afternoon. Oh, and afterwards, go pick up my new bodyslave at the Flesh Bazaar, would you? The slaver promised me he’d be ready to collect by today.”
Then she swept out of the room, leaving Ketha to stare after her in anger. She couldn’t believe her mother had drugged her!
She thinks she’s leaving me no choice,she thought, glaring at her mother’s back as she disappeared around the corner.But that’s not true. Thereisanother choice—I’ll just ignore these urges and keep far away from the Conception Center! I’m not getting pregnant, no matter what she says!
And that was exactly what she was determined to do.
2
KETHA
However, just a few hours later, Ketha was inseriousdiscomfort, just as her mother had promised. She felt achingly empty between her legs and even her largest flesh-toy wasn’t helping. It just wasn’tbigenough! She felt instinctively that she needed something with immense length and girth to stretch her pussy—but that wasn’tallshe needed. There was a deep craving inside her that seemed to be her body crying out for something.
Ketha supposed the strange yearning was due to the drugs she’d been given, which made her need male seed in her womb, just as her mother had said. But she was still determinednotto go to the Conception Center.
Deliberately skipping her appointment yet again was sure to infuriate her mother—not that Ketha cared. However, since she didn’t want to get locked out of the penthouse, she decided shewoulddo the other thing Mistress Morebutt had asked of her and go to pick up her new bodyslave at the Flesh Bazaar.
