The Third Sex

Danielle did not respond, and Julia could tell from the readings that there were a large amount of pheromones in the air. However, pheromones or not, even Julia was affected by the test subject's words. She then watched the hermaphrodite lean in and whisper something into Danielle's ear.

"Just once?" giggled the secretary.

"Just once, unless you want more..."

Danielle did not answer that, instead she merely got off the bed and lowered herself to the floor, between the hermaphrodite's legs.

"Awww, you look so cute like that," came the condescending voice of the herm, and Julia, watching, could not believe what she was seeing as the herm removed her garb, now fully naked, and much to her surprise, fully erect and dripping pre.

Danielle licked her lips, and it was clear the woman was nervous, but gently, slowly, she placed her lips on that turgid member. The hermaphrodite gently placed her hand on the back of the secretary's head, holding her there. Rather than protest, the blonde blushed and opened her mouth, taking the head of the penis within her mouth.

Danielle could not believe what she was doing, sucking gently like a baby at a teat on this cock belonging to a sexy hermaphrodite. And it tasted so good, too, like sugar. Deciding it had gone on long enough, she began to pull back, but found the grip on her head had grown firmer. Looking up, she saw the herm, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mppph!" protested the blonde.

"Shh, little girl. Just enjoy it. You know you want to..."

Danielle whimpered, but knowing she was overpowered and no one was around to help began to suck, hoping that if she pleasured the test subject enough she could leave in peace. Soon she could feel the hermaphrodite pushing more of the cock in, and Danielle felt herself relax her throat muscles, almost against her will. Her eyes glanced up.

"Aren't you a little warm in that outfit?"

Danielle nodded. She hadn't noticed it before, but the herm was right. It was insanely hot in this room. She began to strip off her blouse, tearing several buttons free, and with a quick movement her white bra was on the floor, along with her kicked off shoes.

As she felt the cock going into her throat, Danielle suppressed her gag reflex, something she had not been able to do before now. However, she let out a moan of surprise as she felt the hermaphrodite fondling her breasts and nipples, one after the other.

"My, my, my. You are a good little slut, with nice big breasts, which will feed many babies."

Danielle looked up, stopping her sucking, but that was a mistake, soon the hermaphrodite was gripping her face and rutting it hard. Julia, looking on, hand down her panties, could only call it face-fucking.

As more and more pre seeped down the poor girl's throat she began to feel dizzy, but hornier every minute. As the herm's cock thrusted deeper and deeper into her throat she shifted, feeling her skirt and underwear begin to itch.

Julia watched the brutal act, moaning in her office, her own fingers deep in her own dripping slit. Her eyes bulged, watching Danielle remove skirt and underwear, the fabric ripping as the secretary became almost frantic. The herm was whispering now, and Julia could not hear the words.

Danielle suckled hungrily, her drugged mind echoing the whispers from the test subject. She had her eyes closed now, and was drooling around the pistoning cock.

"Obey."

"Feed."

"Fuck."

"Cum."

"Breed."

"Escape."

These whispered words echoed through her mind, her will crumbling, soon she felt the test subject slam forward down her esophagus, and from the groan and twitching she could tell the cock was cumming. She was no longer hungry either, the thick, protein rich seed was feeding her. Her mistress took such great care of her.

Her mistress?

Yes, thought the now enslaved girl, her mistress.

Julia groaned, her pussy pulsating on her fingers, she orgasmed hard, and she had to turn away as D-G4L positioned poor Danielle onto her back, streams of semen coating her face. Had she looked she would have seen the herm turn towards the camera, smiling wickedly as she slid her cock into the pussy of her first breeding slave.

That had been a year ago, and the recent board meeting had Julia concerned. The spiritkin and all control humans had been released, but the human hermaphrodites were a danger. Danielle was proof of that.

Official records had indicated that Danielle had died in a lab accident, and her family had been well compensated. Julia smiled with some small regret, as that was, in a way, correct.

Danielle, now designated as D-G4L/F, was no longer the woman she once was, and was allowed to stay in the same chambers of her 'mate'. Julia stood in the chamber now, her rebreather firmly secured and armed guards near the doors.

"How are you, doctor?" queried the herm, naked as always.

Julia glanced behind the test subject, Danielle was nursing her child, another hermaphrodite. The blonde's hair was running free, no longer bound in the tight ponytail she once sported. Her eyes were glazed over, drugged by a year's worth of the narcotic presence of the human hermaphrodite. She was as naked as her mate, breasts huge with milk, her body had become far more curved over the twelve months.

What interested Julia was her mind. Danielle no longer even spoke, though many had heard the grunts and moans at night when she was 'mated' like a beast. Other than that, Danielle and her child were in perfect health.

Julia waved at her old secretary, who merely drooled. She had removed Danielle from the herm at first, who surprisingly did not resist. It took over a month before Danielle had returned to normal and Julia had explained the situation. But Danielle had only seemingly gone along, and a week later had been found in D-G4L's chambers, once again drugged out of her skull and pumped full of cum. This had occurred two more times before Danielle was confirmed to be pregnant.

Julia, out of scientific curiosity, had given up on Danielle and left her to the hermaphrodite. Danielle had seemingly become a broodmare, but she remained well looked after.

"Doctor?" asked the auburn herm.

Julia blinked out of her reverie. "Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought. And I am well, you?"

The herm shrugged, making her breasts bounce. "Good. Though I can't wait to knock up my slut again."

A cold shiver ran down Julia's spine. Was this creature she had made truly so callous? The other herms were not as bad though she admitted this may be due to the fact none of them had a mate.

"Why do you wish her pregnant again? You barely interact with your current child?"

D-G4L smiled. "Why would I? How many bulls care for a cow's young. The slut raises them, I make them. Simple biology, doctor."

The analogy frightened Julia. Scientifically, her goal had been achieved. Using the hermaphroditic genomes of the spiritkin she had produced a human hermaphrodite that would help boost the human population. Ethically, these herms were, much to her regret, monsters.

Suddenly, she heard it. A containment alarm went off somewhere in the lab, meaning a test subject was trying to escape.

"Dawes, come in!" came her headpiece.

"Situation?" she barked back.

"Several test subjects have escaped confinement and are tearing up the labs!"

Julia turned to the guards. "Go help!"

"Your orders?" asked the headpiece.

Jesus, this was bad "How many?"

"More than half, somehow they knew the passcodes. Shit, we have a fire in Sector 3!"

Paling in face, Julia answered. "Evacuate the building. Now! The chemicals stored there could blow the whole centre!"

"Yes, will do. Then evacuating myself."

An evacuation order went out through the building. Sighing in defeat, Julia turned towards the hermaphrodite, then blinked, not seeing Danielle or the child.

"Where are Danielle and the baby? We need to leave, you both need to come with me!"

D-G4L smiled darkly. "I'm sorry, little girl, but you are coming with me."

"With you? What on -" Julia felt a rag in front of her face, and before she could protest was unconscious.

******

The house, or manor really, was quite opulent. The lawn and gardens were extremely well kept, with statutes of figures in various sexual activity.

The man chuckled to himself as he walked to the front door. He wore a business suit, with a long overcoat. His hair was a shimmery white, which was odd, as his face, slightly angular, appeared quite young. Such a sexual species, he thought. He knocked gently on the door.

The gentleman did not have to wait long, and soon the door was opened by a young blonde woman wearing a bikini outfit in the style of a maid's outfit, which, due to her heavily pregnant body, barely fit. She did not say a word, but nodded, recognising him from her mistress' dealings with him in the past.

They travelled through the manor, the gentleman hearing a few muffled moans through closed doors, no doubt couples having intercourse. Eventually they came to what had once been the dining room. The maid opened the door, then turned to go about her duties.

The silver-haired man walked into the room, lit by a skylight. He walked to the end of the room where a raised dais had been build, covered in silk sheets and expensive pillows. Sitting upright was a redheaded human hermaphrodite, eyes closed as a brunette woman, hugely swollen with what the gentleman suspected to be twins, sucked hungrily on the cock. From the amount of cum matting her hair, this woman had not showered in a day or two.

"Ahem," came the polite cough of the gentleman.

The herm snapped her eyes open, a wide smile forming. "Ah, Alex, how good to see you."

"And you miss. Should I come back at another time or..."

The herm waved her hand dismissively. "No, now is good. This little breeding slave is just having her lunch. So what brings here?"

"Good news. I have been able to transfer the deed of this house and all of Miss Dawes' assets to your name, her company excluded."

"Oh? I had plans for that lab."

"I am sure you did. But the fact remains that if you were ever exposed the CDC would cart you off somewhere and close the labs. And I have my own uses for the labs."

"Henderson Laboratories had such a good ring to it though. Not like Julia needs it anymore." The last was said as she groaned and came down the brunette's throat, who did not stop her ministrations.

So the hermaphrodite did remember her past after all. "No, she doesn't. But most of your kind have been taken away for experimentation and while you are housing a few of them, and, from the look of it, replenishing your numbers, that is a process that will take generations at best. Your kind need to lay low."

The herm pondered that for a moment. "You make a good point. But I have no intention of spending my life in this house, regardless of the wealth."

"And you won't. In fact, the lab could use someone to oversee it. Ideally someone who isn't likely to end up like Julia there. And I'll let you name the division Henderson Labs if it means so much."

"So you want me to recreate Project Venus?"

"No. I want you to perfect it."

Shirley, no longer referring to herself as D-G4L looked directly at the man. He had approached her shortly after she had taken over this house with a few of the herms she had escaped with. All them now had four or five breeding slaves each thanks to his methods. He had been nothing short of an ally. "What do you gain from this, Alex?"

"Money, mostly. Delacroix Industries needs something new in the bioengineering department and that serum could be it. Besides, human population is dwindling due to their love of herms. Your kind will address that concern."

"Hmmm. Here are my demands. Five more sluts, each. And once we go public this house and my real gender remain a secret. Deal?"

Alexander could not help but appreciate the herm's strength. She would do nicely. "We have a deal Shirley." As they shook hands there was a pained groan.

Looking down, the herm saw her slave in pain. "Now if you'll excuse me, Alex, I do believe Julia is about to become a mother."