INGO WOMEN 2 (Futa/F)
Story by misfit446
Been gone awhile but now back for a few. Got a lot of outlines for current series and other one offs. Will post when I can. Reread the first Ingo to catch up. Enjoy.
INGO WOMEN 2
Much time later, Fara awoke. Her face was wet with sweat and tears. She stood and washed at the stone basin. Drying , she looked into the mirror. ‘What am I to do?’ she thought.
Entering the common area she found her children playing at various games. Brooke was gone.
“Hi Mother,” Tara offered, reading a large tome in one of the plush chairs, holding court over the younger kids.
“I must go. I’ve got work to do.”
“Will you be home for the evening meal?”
“Yes. No. I-I don’t know,” Fara fumbled and strode out, robes flowing behind her.
Her first stop was at the Ministry of Justice. Minister Kuira was not available so she asked to speak with Honor Jesse.
“Pray tell what this visit is about?” the well robed Judge asked.
“I need a legal clarification.”
The judge waited expectantly.
Fara began to pace as she put her thoughts together. “I have fifteen children.”
“Congratulations.”
“But I want my children to produce babies.”
“With the proper licenses, I see no problem.”
“To HAVE them as well as give them.”
“Ah, only slaves may carry children.”
“But why?”
“Because it is ordered by our Queen. It has always been so.”
“But why?”
Honor Jesse slowly rose. “You do not pretend to know more than our righteous Queen?”
“No. I don’t. I only want, no, need to understand.”
The judge shrugged and sat back down. “It is our duty to follow, not always to understand. Even I do not know the reason why such a decision was made. My job is to only enforce it.”
“Well, thank you Honor Jesse. I’m sorry to have bothered you,” Fara said, bowed and strode out.
“Any time Counselor Fara,” she called out to the retreating figure.
The sun was warm, the air carried wafts of wonderful smells from the varied flora about the land.
Fara was a smart woman, very adept at working her political intrigue or if that failed, could force an issue with her powerful physique. Either way, she was used to getting her way. ‘But how do I get this by going against the Queen?’ she asked herself as she walked back to the laboratory.
Entering, she cornered Doctor Swan. “I need to learn things. Let’s walk.”
Following a trail about the grounds, Fara tried to form the questions she needed to ask. “Tell me, how long does a woman carry a child?”
Doctor Swan blinked. “Six phases.”
“I see. That’s a long time.”
“Long enough.”
“Can it be shortened?”
“No.”
“Why do you think the Queen has ruled that only the slave class may carry babies?”
“I don’t know. Medically speaking, there is no reason why any woman may be impregnated. Even you should be able to have a child if the Law allowed it.”
Fara stopped and turned toward the Doctor. “I must know why. It doesn’t make sense. Even my own daughter is asking about having her own babies from her own body.”
“It’s against the Law.”
“Yes it is. Have you children?”
Doctor Swan looked away. “No.”
“Have you wanted to have a child?”
“Yes. Many times.”
“Then why not find a licensed mate?”
“Because my work is here. It is important for our Queen. And I want to make sure the girls are properly cared for,” the Doctor said.
Fara felt the dig but let it go. Her emotions were fragile right now and didn’t want any investigations of a science professional slave ripped apart about the Laboratory grounds. Clenching her fists to fight the urge to wreak vengeful pain onto the tiny woman, she nodded and turned away.
“I must go. Where is Doctor Wren?”
“With the batch you have distorted.”
Fara marched off and into the building. Doctor Wren was washing down the bodies of the transformed girls when Fara found her. Her tiny hand held a huge, soft penis as she looked up.
“You will finish your . . . work and come to my compound tonight,” Fara ordered. Brooke shivered and nodded. Fara strode off.
It was late when Brooke entered Fara’s compound. The huge, muscular woman was bathing her large body with rose water and a rag as she stood next to the stone basin.
Brooke gasped, seeing Fara fully naked, wet, and interestingly enough, very aroused. The thick, veined, heavy cock swung about with her ministrations, as did her full looking balls.
Fara turned and smiled at Brooke. “You may enter,” she said, finishing up her washing, then grabbing a towel. Brooke kept her gaze lowered, hands folded in front of her as she slowly strode in.
“Pray sit,” Fara said lightly. Brooke was torn between how she was treated last night and how she was being treated now. Was this a trap? Would she be punished if she sat? Or punished for ignoring the order and stay standing.
Fara knew what Brooke was thinking. Slaves usually stood and almost never offered to sit in the presence of the Elite. “It is all righ
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