Day 7117

Forward: This is a preview of my next possible story. Either I will write a prequel explaining the origins of the Masters or I will continue this as a sequel. I look forward to comments to help me decide which to do next. And yes I will be finishing Day17 soon. Just have to write one more chapter, decide what chapters make the cut and which don't and edit them.

“Oh God, oh God, yes! Give it to me harder.” Penelope cried out from the back seat of Joe’s car.

Joe was rock hard as he pumped into her hot, wet cunt. He was giving her all he had and knew he was about to explode. His instinct was to pull out and shoot all over her stomach, but as he began to pull out, he had a sudden and overwhelming desire to push deeper into her. He wasn’t a monster in the trouser snake department, but wanted to get as deep inside of her as possible. He was unaware of why as he pushed into her as deeply as he could, just as he ejaculated.

“Oh Pen, oh, ahhhhwww.” His whole body spasmed as he let out his load deep inside her.

He almost collapsed on top of her, but had the wherewithal to steady himself and try to sit up. The back seat was cramped, and even with one door open, there wasn’t much room to manoeuver. He just held himself up for a few seconds while Penelope pulled her knees up, making room for him.

She was a bit pissed that he came inside her, but her heart was still racing, and she could feel the sweet pooling on the seat under her. She had cum twice and had no real complaints. The only problem with the whole situation was that she couldn’t figure out why she had even let it happen.

Joe was ecstatic. He had known Penelope since sixth grade and had had a crush on her pretty much from day one. All through high school and college, he had tried to get in her pants to no avail, and suddenly, out of nowhere, she was all over him. They got together less and less since they graduated, but still saw each other once every month or two, and tonight it had been a simple dinner at the local diner. It was nothing special or romantic, but she had been looking at him funny all night. When she asked him to pull the car over, he had no clue why, but did. Within seconds, she had her tongue down his throat and was pawing at him. He quickly got over his shock and in less the five minutes they were half naked in the back seat.

His heart was just slowing down, but he felt like he had served some greater purpose. He felt proud and elated at the same time. He felt especially happy as he looked at her flat tan stomach. He had resisted his usual habit of unloading on a girl's stomach and cum inside Pen.

A week later, he called her on his way home from work as he usually did every Friday. She didn’t answer, which was odd. They had talked the day after the night they had sex and a couple of days after that, but since then, she had gone radio silent. It was alright, he had a hot date tonight. She was one of the Converted but seemed like a pretty fun woman and was a wildcat in the sack. They had hooked up a couple of weeks before, and it was intense. There was no risk of her pulling any of her dark magic on him. Men were pretty much immune to the strange creatures that had appeared twenty years ago. Women, on the other hand, were in a much more dangerous situation. There were no lesbians in the Mixed zone. Every free woman there was as straight as an arrow. The Converted, on the other hand, were almost exclusively lesbians. The few that weren’t swung both ways and were pretty legendary in the sack. So not only was a date with one of them an almost guaranteed ticket to getting laid, but it meant a night that you wouldn’t forget.

Greater Penelope didn’t hear her phone ring. It was in a basket with about thirty others on a table. Around the table, clothes were strewn everywhere from the Masters that had entered the greeting hall. That was what they called the places where new hosts lived until the Hive could decide whether to send them to the Converted lands or keep them here in the Mixed zone. Most of the women there were ‘greeters’, Masters that wanted to pleasure themselves with the new recruits. This caused the knowledge of any newcomers to be spread across the Hive more quickly.

Penelope was causing a bit of a commotion though. There were five new Masters staying at the greeting house that night. Three had come willingly. Their future had yet to be decided. One had been converted against her will. This was forbidden by treaty, so she would be smuggled into the Converted lands after a few weeks. Penelope though, was a mystery. She had stumbled in the day before after a three-day-long session of self-pleasure. She had made herself orgasm again and again uncontrollably for almost 70 hours until she passed out. When she awoke, she was hostform. As a free host living in the Mixed zone, she knew of the greeting hall, so she had come here on her own because it was all she could think to do. Usually, a newly converted woman arrived with the woman or women that had converted her, and they all partook in the pleasure of the hall as a sort of reward for converting another. But Penelope had arrived alone, and no one knew how she had been seeded.

Ever since the end of the Slug War, as the free hosts called it, Masters had converted willing hosts as they saw fit. Occasionally, they took someone who was unwilling, and they became one of the numerous women who disappeared in the Mixed zone every year. The government and anyone with two brain cells knew what had happened to them, but stayed silent to keep the peace. Any woman could petition the government to leave the Mixed zone for the Safe lands. But most who lived there had grown up there and had male familly there, they didn’t want to leave there homes and men. To keep the Mixed zone from becoming an empty wasteland, men were not allowed to leave, and of course, Converted women could not cross into the Safe lands.

Penelope could endanger the uneasy truce. How had her Master taken her, and what did it mean? Some of the Masters began calling it a ‘virgin birth’. Comparing it, in their alien way of thinking, to Jesus. Was she the Messiah of the Masters? Or the beginning of a new ‘war’ with the free hosts.