Side story: lured and hypnotized

One by one, the thirthy women who deserted their company run through the streets. They all run along the same path. One marked by hoppers, large grasshopper like insects that are hanging on the side of the buildings high overhead. These hoppers hear a song and play it for the women to hear. They lure the women all the way to a hotel. The women enter the building, move past the lobby and straight into a massive conference room. The room is nearly covered by hoppers perched on the ceiling and walls. The seats closest to the stage are filled by several nude pregnant women, all of them kissing and caressing each other. On the stage itself stands a violinist, with long hair. Half of it platinum blonde, the other half vibrant green. As the soldiers from Second Company get into the room they start to slow down. Their eyes are locked onto the musician on stage. They slowly spread across the room, ignoring the hoppers, and stare in awe at the violinist who plays a most entrancing tune.

When no other soldiers enter the conference room, the violinist smiles and changes her song just a little. Without looking away from the artist, he soldiers from Second Company lay down their weapons and start stripping out of their clothes. They take off their shirts, their pants, their bra’s, even their panties. Once they are nude they get on their hands and knees and wait.

As the nude soldiers are waiting on all fours, thirty hoppers detach from the ceiling. Smaller brown hoppers land on the women’s hind quarters, larger green hoppers stand over them. Each of these hoppers aligns his penis with the vagina of the woman he has chosen. As the enthralled woman get mounted, they ignore the hoppers fucking them and keep focused on the songstress on stage. Even as the thrusts of the hoppers cause them to sway back and forth and some of them to moan, they all remain hypnotized.

High up, close to the ceiling, is a window. That window leads to a director’s office. In that office Minerva and two of her handmaidens are glued to the window, keeping an eye on the concert. The first handmaiden has one lock of hair in the middle that’s been dyed green, the rest being dark, and wears a latex leotard. One which covers her torso but leaves her limbs bare. The suit also has removable patches on her crotch and boobs and bulges at her belly, revealing a three month far pregnancy.

The other handmaiden has her long hair tied up in two wild tails at the side of her head, each held in position with a hairpin in the shape of a bear, one white and one black. She wears only knee-high boots, a miniskirt and a tie tied so loose the knot is situated beneath her large perky boobs. Her belly, like all of Minerva’s handmaidens, bears the fruit of Minerva’s seed. But although she was impregnated closely after the first, her belly is larger. For she is carrying Minerva’s twins.

“I can’t believe how many of them we got.” Minerva says in amazement. “This truly is a more effective strategy”

“And soon all of their wombs will be put to work as well.” the first maiden says.

“Aha, this is so amazing.” the second maiden says with a big smile on her face. “Each of these women came here to defeat us. They were so full of hope and determination, thinking they could really do it. Instead the lot of them are now being turned into our breeding slaves, and they're going to enjoy it.”

Her voice then switches to something more sinister and continues, “I wanna be around when they drop out of their trance and learns their pussies have been stuffed full of sperm. See them disabused of their stupid hope and watch them fall into despair.”

Minerva looks over at the second maiden and says, “You really like des fins mauvaises, don’t you?”

The second maiden looks at Minerva all cute and innocent and says with a high pitched voice, “What can I say? I guess I just want to relive that moment where you **** your babies onto me. Having my own choice taken away from me sent such a mass of endorphins running through me. I bet you optimism monkeys cannot begin to understand.”

“Ohoho, you want to revivre cette moment?” Minerva smiles.

She then pushes the second maiden against the window, forcing her face and breasts to press against the glass. Then she gets behind her and slides her dick into the twisted girl.

The second maiden voice changes again, filled with lust and satisfaction.

“Oh, yes. This is my time now. Give it to me. I’ve been a bad bad girl.”

With every one of Minerva’s thrusts, the handmaiden's boobs get squished against the glass. Causing milk to seep out of her engorged nipples and stain the glass.

Minerva looks over at the other maiden and asks, “Not getting jealous?”

“You’ve already created life in me.”, she says as she caresses her pregnant belly. “But seeing those women down there be fruitful and multiply does get me wet.”
as he reaches between her legs and pulls off a removable patch.

“If you feel like enjoying my vagina. Feel free to put it in, mistress.” She then leans forward and presents her butt for Minerva to claim.

The Matriarch switches between the two women fucking each of their pussies. Down below the hoppers start cumming one by one. Every womb being seeded not only means several fertilized eggs, but also a spread of the infection. It won’t be long until the thirty women’s breasts start filling up with milk.

With all her captives well and fucked, the Songstress stops playing her song. The soldiers all break out of their trance and learn what has just happened to them. They all start screaming in fear. They search for their guns but other hoppers have already taken those away. They try to run, but more hoppers black their way out. Once they realize they are hopelessly trapped, a good number of them start crying. Even the stronger women break down once they realize their pussies are loose and leaking hopper sperm.

“Oh my god. Just look at them.” the second maiden says joyfully as Minerva fucks her. “Crying as they wallow in self-pity and defeatism. This is some weapons grade despair. If only I could bathe the whole world in this glorious feeling.”

Minerva switches over to the the first handmaiden and ploughs her pussy a few more times.

Suddenly the second handmaiden starts beating on the window and yells, “Despair for tomorrow! Despair at the thought of losing your individuality! Despair that you will be nothing more than a mindless incubator!”

Her words tip Minerva over the edge and she pulls out of the woman she is fucking, warning both her handmaidens she’s going to cum. Both of them turn around and get on their knees. They offer their faces for Minerva to cum on, but instead Minerva aims her dick lower and cums all over their pregnant bellies. The handmaidens then caress their bellies and rub Minerva’s sperm all over themselves.