Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

“No!” she moaned as the ice-cold tip of the phallus probed at the mouth of her pussy. “No, I don’t want this!”

“Just hold still,” Mistress Martinet told her, through gritted teeth. “Honestly, your mother is not paying me enough! I’ve never had such a troublesome client—never.”

“Please!” Lilli begged as the phallus began forcing its way inside her. It was horribly thick and freezing cold, just as she had been warned. If she hadn’t been making love with Karn so much in the past week, it never would have gotten inside her. As it was, the awful thing was still a tight fit. Maybe because it was completely dry and all of Lilli’s own natural lubrication had dried up—possibly with fear.

“Please!” she begged, her inner muscles clenching in protest as the blunt silver probe nosed its way inside her. “Please! Karn!”

“Your bodyslave can’t help you now,” Mistress Martinet snapped. “And if you don’t stop shifting your hips around, the insemination needle is going to stab you in the wrong place. So be still!”

Lilli tried but it was as if her body had a mind of its own. Her hips kept twitching and her thighs kept trying to close as her inner muscles tried desperately to expel the invader. But it was no use—before she knew it, the ice-cold tip of the metallic phallus was all the way inside her, pressing against the mouth of her womb.

Finally, Lilli froze.

Oh no! she thought, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her fists on the padded arms of the chair in awful anticipation. Now it’s going to stab me! Oh Goddess, I wonder how much it’s going to hurt? And how long is it going to take? How long is the needle going to be inside me? What am I going to do?

But instead of stabbing her, the snaky, metallic arm of the insemination bot suddenly stopped moving. The bot beeped loudly and then said, in a tinny, robotic voice,

“Insemination impossible.”

“What?” Mistress Martinet glared at it. “What are you talking about?”

“Insemination impossible,” the bot said again. And to Lilli’s immense relief, the metallic phallus began to withdraw.

“Oh, thank the Goddess!” she sobbed as it slowly slid out of her.

But Mistress Martinet wasn’t ready to concede defeat.

“Damn it, do your job!” she snarled at the Insemination bot, mashing down on the buttons again.

But the Insemination bot did not respond. It just kept withdrawing slowly but surely from Lilli’s channel.

“Why, then?” Mistress Mirabella demanded desperately. “Give an explanation for your behavior, bot! Why are you not impregnating Mistress Lilliana?”

The bot beeped and said in a metallic voice, “Insemination is impossible because insemination and impregnation have already been achieved.”

“What?” cried Mistress Martinet and Lilli at the same time. And Mistress Martinet said, “That’s impossible! She can’t be pregnant already!”

“Affirmative,” the bot proclaimed. “Subject is impregnated.” It paused for a moment, and then beeped again. “The fetus she is carrying is male.”

Forty-One

Lilli felt numb as the metallic phallus withdrew on the end of its long, snaky arm and the thick straps released her arms and legs. How could she already be pregnant? And how could the baby be male? Unless…

She looked through the plastiglass barrier where Karn was standing there, still panting with rage. His eyes weren’t as red and he had stopped throwing chairs now that the phallus had withdrawn from her, but there was still tension in his broad shoulders and his big hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

Could it be that he had impregnated her?

But he told me it was impossible! He promised he couldn’t make me pregnant without bonding me to him and he said that Hybrids can’t bond, Lilli thought wildly. How could this happen? How could Karn have lied to her so blatantly?

“Here. Put on your panties,” Mistress Martinet said coldly. She was looking at Lilli as though she was nothing but scum on the sidewalk. “You aren’t fit to be in a conception center where good, honest Mistresses come to get a legitimate heir after what you’ve done.”

“After what I’ve done?” Lilli asked blankly. “What…what are you talking about?”

“You know good and well what I’m talking about,” Mistress Martinet snapped. “You’ve been inseminated and impregnated already and the child is male. There’s no way that could happen unless you let a male penetrate you!”

“But…but aren’t there mistakes sometimes at the conception center?” Lilli faltered.

“Not for years—not since they got their new sperm sorting software upgrade,” Mistress Martinet said nastily. “But I know perfectly well you’ve never been to a conception center before—your name wasn’t in the system until your mother made your appointment earlier this week.”

“But—” Lilli started.

“And I can tell by the way that bodyslave of yours acts towards you that he’s the father,” Mistress Martinet went on relentlessly. “Calling you ‘baby’ and acting so possessive and overprotective—all the hallmarks of a male who has sunk his sexual claws into a female! Not to mention sunk his shaft into her,” she went on, rather crudely, Lilli thought.