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“I don’t know!” Natalia wailed as she tried to pull Helen’s hands away from her breasts. All that did was make the older woman twist her fingers even harder than she already was and send waves of pain radiating out through Natalia chest. The pain was so bad she was sure her nipples were about to be ripped right off. She let her hands drop to her knees and heaved a shuddering breath as Helen backed off on the titty torture. She didn't, however, relinquish her hold.

To Natalia’s intense humiliation she became aware of a warm wet feeling between her legs and realized that she was responding sexually to the abuse she was suffering. It was the ultimate degradation for someone who had always considered themselves a total dominate with not one iota of submission in her makeup. The shock of meeting a true dominate had knocked her totally off her game.

“You must have some idea,” Helen insisted.

Desperate to avoid any more pain Natalia reacted without thinking and blurted out, “No. I swear I don’t. M’Ress said it would take at least two generations at the earliest before we’d see a true alpha. I had more important things to worry about!”

“M’Ress?” Helen asked, twisting Natalia’s nipples slightly.

“My alien contact!” the thoroughly cowed girl cried out. “She’s been living with me for the last two months.”

As if Natalia’s words had been a signal there was a barely heard click and a panel in the wall opened up to reveal a petite cat-girl. Either she was wearing the best special effects make-up that Helen had ever seen, or here was one of their mighty alien overlords. Helen was not impressed. She kept up the pressure on Natalia’s nipples as she waited for the cat-girl to speak, or act.

Instead of demanding that Helen release Natalia, or moving to intervene, the cat-girl looked at the older woman as if she were a bowl of cream. Her expression was intense, and worshipful?

“Mother really did it,” the girl said in a faint voice with the expected furry undertones. A slightly raspy purr.

“I’ll need more than that, girl,” Helen said, moderating her voice and speaking gently to the girl who was looking a bit skittish.

“Mother said she would try, but that I was not to get my hopes up. She said it was very likely I would have to accept a reduction in my intelligence in return for acquiring a male.”

“What!” Natalia exclaimed, giving the cat-girl an incredulous look, only to subside when Helen pinched down on her nipples.

“I am sorry, Natalia. I was forbidden to tell you. It was always a risk giving John Kent such an extensive package. But it was necessary. We had to test various levels of augmentation to discover how far we could push. Mother feared John Kent might be too potent. That his sperm would be too debilitating. She promised she would try to augment his mother to alpha-status, but could make no promises.”

“What is alpha-status!” Helen said in a low intense voice that made the little cat-girl cower and drop her eyes.

“Only one out of fifty natural births on our homeworld was a male. We managed to mitigate that and increase the proportions. But some feel this is the reason our males have lost so much of their virility.”

“Fifty females for every male. That must have been one very busy kitty,” Helen remarked, distracted by the concept.

“There was a great deal of competition. Before we learned how to intervene more than half of our females would die in the pursuit of a male. We were very aggressive when unmated. Females found it impossible to tolerate the presence of another female unless both of them were mated to the same male. That is an issue that has been resolved, mostly.

The sperm of our ancient males had a calming effect, changing our female ancestors from warriors to breeders. On the downside it also compromised our intelligence at the time. All advances of that period were done by unmated females, mostly in an effort to impress, or capture, a male. The evolution of the alpha is marked as a turning point in our civilization. Only when they began to appear did we move past the hunter gatherer stage and begin to build a civilization.”

Helen’s attention intensified, and the small cat-girl quailed even more under the intensity of her gaze.

“All through our evolutionary history females who gave birth to males became infertile. They lost the means of conceiving due to manifesting male genitalia. It is theorized it has something to do with the hormone mixture that resulted from them carrying a male to term.”

Natalia had been kneeling as quietly as possible so as to not attract Helen’s ire, but now she snapped her head around to stare at M’Ress in shock. This was clearly all new information to her.

“The transformed females were not fertile. They could mount and service an untransformed female, but they could not impregnate her. But, as we learned, the females these alpha's mounted suffered far less debilitation when mated to the transformed female’s son. Her seed granted them immunity from the negative effects of his sperm.

“As our culture developed the alpha became the head of her son’s harem. She would select, his mates, and immunize them so that they could focus on something other than sex and making babies. Our population began to stabilize while at the same time our civilization began to develop true cooperation between harems.”

Natalia found herself staring at Helen’s groin, trying to detect any sign of a bulge.

“Don’t bother. It doesn't hang like a guys. Mostly seems to be internal,” Helen told Natalia, pretty much confirming what she had begun to suspect.

M’Ress nodded. “This is true. If you have truly become an alpha then your vagina is now a sheath for your new male endowments, while your ovaries have turned into testicle equivalents.” The cat girl hesitated for a minute, and then asked. “Have you used it?”

Natalia went still, her eyes focusing on Helen’s groin again. “Had she? And was that just the hint of a bulge she was seeing?