Secrets of the Inseminators

By August Renfelt

The Valley High Gang. Three college kids dedicated to detective work, pranks and general mischief. Three friends stumbled upon a dangerous conspiracy: sexy, alien she-males infiltrating human society, seeking to enslave all men with their addictive fluids. Will the boys gather evidence in time or will they succumb to the allure of the cunning sexual invaders?

• Language: English
• Publisher: August Renfelt
• Release date: Dec 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463540480

August Renfelt

August Renfelt is the E-book Author of Erotica too niche for ordinary commercial publication. He writes in both in the Female Dominant and the Shemale Dominant genres, and uses contemporary, science fiction and fantasy settings for his stories.He firmly believes that Niche Erotica should be clearly labelled. Shemales does not pop up in his Femdom stories without warning and he goes to great lengths to tag his stories as precisely as possible. Should you feel these tags inadequate, by all means add some of your own to help other readers find or avoid his stuff according to their interests.He also believes Erotica should be entertaining, and so values conflict, the outrageous and spicy situations over realism. He does use gritty realism on occasion so as to anchor his stories in something recognizable, but at the end of the day his stories are fun escapist fiction and nothing more.He has a website, www.evilbedtimestories.com, uses too many commas, and sometimes feels silly referring to himself in the third person.August Renfelt

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Secrets of the Inseminators

By August Renfelt

1. Smashwords Edition

Copyright August Renfelt September 2018

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Prologue

On call twenty-four seven, Raymond Thompson worked odd shifts. He got summoned whenever the overworked robot assembly line broke down, which was more and more frequent, and he had to stay until it was running again. The shop was running round the clock, and had been more or less since Earth Colony One was founded. It fell to Thompson to make sure that this state of affairs continued for as long as humanly possible.

This time he had been called in late at night. He had been working all morning and now he was making his way home. Hopefully he would be back for lunch.

It was a nice day. A bit cold, but sunny. The bay lay still, its thick blanket of ancient alien algae undisturbed by waves. Raymond rubbed his tired face as he looked out the window, out at the city, concrete blocks rising from the water's edge as far as the eye could see, giant construction cranes looming high, the distant sound of drills and jackhammers traveling across the water.

He was riding the hovercraft ferry home. It was a service of automatic crafts running along and across the half moon shaped bay, using the planet's green murk ocean as a highway. Rush hour was long gone, and Raymond sat all alone at the back. The cabin was scruffy and worn, the seats threadbare, a couple of the interior lights were on their last legs and had begun to flicker. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he took out his phone and sent a message to his son.

Did you get to school all right? Did you take your lunch?

A short while later the reply came.

Sure.

That would have to do, Raymond thought. His son Darryl was not much of a talker.

The hovercraft pulled on to a pier. He heard the outer door open, and felt someone get on though the minute shifting of the vehicle.

Raymond's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the new passenger. He had of course heard rumors of the fringe human refugees who had somehow made their way into the colony, but nothing had prepared him for the creature that was walking towards him now.

She was incredibly tall, broad and muscled. The whole craft shook with her heavy steps, her weight being communicated to him though the floor. She wore at tight black long sleeved turtleneck, stretched thin across her massive biceps and colossal shoulders. Her breasts stood tall, big hard nipples catching the eye. Her waist was narrow, belly taut with perfectly symmetrical abdominals. Her thighs were big and hard but still shapely in her jeans, and a very long, fat cock was tucked along her left leg.

She had the face of a model.

Her hair was straight and brown, bound in a high bun, bangs down into her big, round, lazy long lashed eyes. Her cheekbones and jaw were prominent, her skin pale, smooth and healthy.

Her walk was a little wobbly, a brown paper bag containing a bottle was in her left hand, and she steadied herself on each seat as she passed it.

She looked at Raymond and said: Hi!

He swallowed.

She walked right up to him and said, slightly loud: This seat taken?

Before he could answer she sat down, the bench tilting under her weight.

She pushed him against the wall with her she mass, squeezing him with her massive chest, her large arm on the backrest behind him, biceps pushing against his head.

She took a swing of her bottle, then turned towards him, looking down at him as she said, cheap bourbon on her breath: Hi. I'm Sylvia. What's your name?

Ray... Raymond...

That's a dumb name, she said, suppressing a belch, I'm calling you Momo. Is it okay if I call you Momo? Sure it is.

Uh, I'm getting off soon, so...

He tried to get up, but she put her arm over his shoulder, her meaty hand pressing against his belly. The weight was impossible to dislodge and he couldn't move an inch.

Tell me, Momo... have you ever... been with a shemale?

She was looking at him through heavy eyelids, mouth slightly open.

Haven't you ever been... curious?

I, uh, no, I... that's not really me, I guess...

Mmmm. She paused for a moment. Did you know that us fringe humans, our sweat is chuck full of Peh... feh... phero... that stuff that makes you want to have sex real bad?

She closed the gap between her lower and upper arm, an irresistible pincher movement that pushed his head into her armpit, so large and deep.

It smelled of fresh sweat. It smelled nice.

She let go of the bottle, dropping it on the floor with a thud. Then she put her now free hand on his thigh, sliding it up and down his leg, up and down.

He looked into her lap, at her massive cock. It was too frightening...

Her hand