From Stray to Wife; Tigra's Tale

Tigra was curled up in her day bed cuddled with her daughter when the manic Zee-Rai came running into the captain's den. "Jangles. You are being summoned." the four-armed girl said in the clipped and hurried manner of all her kind who had not been gifted with humanized sleep patterns.

The nineteen year old Ligreon girl yawned as she looked up to the interloper who was interrupting her cat-nap. "Can't you get Snowball to do it?" The half asleep **** girl asked.

The messenger shook her head."Mistress Reagan asked for you by name. This is a direct command to present yourself."

Jangles cursed silently as she slid out of Tigra's arms before stretching her arms and rising to her feet. "Cannot keep the over-bitch waiting." the nubile young xeno whispered to her mother.

"Language sweetie!" Tigra scolded. Though the pair of them might be of equal status as they were both registered xeno-wives, the older woman could never get over her instinct to mother and protect her oldest daughter. "If our Owner heard you speak about his beloved like that he would..."
"Spank me until my ass is cherry colored and make me do one hundred I'm Sorry Daddies" The teenage **** girl giggled as she back flipped and cartwheeled her way to the lounge's main pool.

Tigra watched her beautiful girl joyfully flip and twirl through the air with genuine laughter on her voice. The Ligreon reached up and touched the etched diamond pet registry that dangled from her collar before looking at her wedding chain. She took a moment to appreciate the diamond ring around her finger connected to her right bracelet by a diamond chain and what it represented. She was a human's wife. For a xeno who started her life as gutter trash to be protected and valued, and to share that with her daughter it was...

***

The Ligreon who would one day be known as Tigra was born in some unnamed cell stack on Arisaka Secundus. Her earliest memories were of her mother making her and her siblings stand in the corner with their backs turned and their hands over their ears while her mommy played with the man sent over by the bank to make more slaves for The Masters.
Tigra remembered how reverent her mother would be when speaking of humans. "They are magical. More like an angel than an animal." Tigra's mother would tell her as their family snuggled together in their one room box stacked amongst the millions of mobile hab-pens used to house those xenos who were viewed as more commodity than chattel. Slaves whose ownership was entangled within complex financial instruments that behooved their owners to keep their property in the bank.

Like most Ligreons who lived within the complex network of mobile ghettos colloquially known as The Xeno Quad, Tigra's mother had not seen a one of The Masters since the day that she was humanized and branded. Every time she heard the hum and rumble of their cell box being moved, Tigra would hear her mother praying that her next owner would allow her the privilege of looking upon their face and hearing their voice. "Even if it is only a hologram. I just want to know to whom I belong." Tigra would hear her mother as she pleaded with the A.I. which monitored them.

The girl who would become Tigra did not know how old she was when her home lost her. The Ligreon cub had been chasing butterflies with some of the other unbranded kids. She was tired and muddy, but happy having a red wagon full of red, blue, green, yellow, and purple butterflies she and the other unhumanized slaves had been allowed to chase while their moms were doing field work.
The girl's mood was spoiled when she could not find her home. She was at the right row and column, where her home should have been there was a stranger's box instead.

Stray Ligreons rarely last long. If starvation does not kill them, the Vyraxis hunters would. Tigra tried her best not to think about those days. Cold, hungry, treated like vermin, constantly dirty, and always on the run. Tigra did not know how long she had lived like a feral beast scrounging in trash cans and sleeping in the sewers before she was hunted down. At the time, the Ligreon girl was frozen in panic and fear as she lay bound and powerless on the grate walk. The strange hairless creature which had captured her leered at her as she struggled against the smart ropes that continued to tighten around her whole body. Looking back on that fateful moment, Tigra could say that was the luckiest day of her life.

Tigra learned that the quantum forge changes more than just your body. Tigra had always known that every xeno one day faces The Master's Judgement and is either remade for Their pleasure or face liquidation. Everyone the Ligreon cub had known said that was the first and only time that they would ever encounter members of The Master Race. Tigra remembered feeling cramped in a tiny cage as she heard the others screaming as the hairless monster muttered a bunch of words that Tigra could now appreciate with hindsight as xenosculpting jargon.

When it was her turn, she had been shaved and strapped down to a table. Then the pain began. It was a pain that every xeno who falls under humanity's dominion experiences. The sensation of having every cell in your body ripped open to make way for quadrillions of nanonic saws, hammers, and quantum fusors rebuild you on a molecular level did not have to be an experience of pure agony, but her owner, being a Retributor, wanted his xenos to feel their rebirth without any sedation of anesthetic.

One moment, Tigra was looking at a strange, hairless, monster. She blinked and suddenly she was looking at Michael Fujiwara, her Master. Just the sight of the man that owned her caused Tigra to feel things she could have never imagined. In that moment, she understood everything. The Ligreon knew that her function, purpose, and meaning was to be this man's ****.
The man ordered her unbound. After a moment to get used to her new body. The Ligreon began to hear music. "Dance." Michael ordered.
Photodidactic programming and survival instinct took over. Tigra moved with as much grace and beauty as she could muster as she tried her best to perform the moves that had been etched into her brain. When the music stopped, Michael attached an anklet and tail ring to his newest dancing girl and sent her off for processing with the head Butler.

James had been a boy when she had joined his father's retinue. The kind and gentle boy had taken a liking to her instantly. He had been the one to give her the name Tigra since he had trouble pronouncing the word tigress. When she had become pregnant for the first time, it was James that had ordered "If it is a boy, name it Jingles, and if it is a girl. Jangles!!!" He would say with a laugh as if the child had told the funniest joke in the world. After the labor, it had been James who had been the first person to hold the baby. "Can I have her?" The little boy asked his father.
"Only if you promise to take good care of her." Michael Fujiwara told his son.
"I will! I will be the best master a cat could want." James had said before handing the crying newborn to Tigra.

These last two decades, James had been true to his word. As the boy grew into a young man, he showed the Ligreon cub nothing but love and affection as he trained her to use the enhanced grace and co-ordination. "Walking is boring, and I do not want my xeno-wife to be boring." the teenage James would tell Jangles as she drilled her in aerobic gymnastics. Though James was kind to all of Tigra's children, the Ligreon mother could tell that there was a special bond between the young man and the girl.

Tigra remembered how James had summoned her that first time. It had been the day after his 18th birthday party and Tigra had performed her duty. She had danced a long with her sisters before descending into the orgy pit to suck and fuck The Master Race. Tigra tried not to pay attention to James on the Manalter impregnating a virgin Schar girl special ordered from the mega-prisons. Michael Fujiwara had paid a premium to have his son's first time with a genuine free-born core worlder who had been conquered before their enslavement.

Tigra entered a dimly lit room with rose petals scattered about. Soft music played as she felt the young master's hands on her throat and breast. "I am a man now." James whispered as he playfully bit Tigra's ear. "That means that I can take what I want from uncollared xenos like you, can't I?"

"Oh, Yes Master!" Tigra said, unable to hide her excitement. The Ligreon **** woman felt the young man's hand on her thing, examining the warm gush that soaked the xeno's very human thighs. "Take me. Make me yours." James pressed his lips to Tigra's. The human **** his tongue down the alien's throat and the **** accepted it happily.
After a timeless eternity of exploring one another's mouths. James smiled at his **** girl. Tigra smiled back before dropping to her knees. James felt his balls being pecked with kisses before Tigra's tongue began to lap at the hardon that was growing longer and thicker as she began to take more and more of her master's shaft in her mouth.
"Oh Yeah!" James cried out as he pulled his cock out of the xeno's mouth and covered her face and hair with his cum.
Tigra purred as she was blinded by her owner's white goo. "Come on." James had said before dragging Tigra into the shower where the two washed one another's bodies. James pressed the wet **** girl against the wall and thrust his way inside of her. The Ligreon **** girl mewled and moaned as she experienced the joy of complete submission to The Master Race. As she laid in post coital bliss, her owner snuggled with her like she was a person and discovered what it meant to feel happy.

***

"Sweeties. I am home." Tigra snapped back to the present and leapt to her feet. The **** woman bounded over to her owner's feet and bowed down before him.

"I am so happy that you are home. Master." Tigra said. The Ligreon xeno-wife rose to her feet and handed her Master a drink. "I hope your day was not too stressful. That yellow alert had me so worried. But of course I was being silly. I have nothing to worry about with you protecting me." Tigra said giving her owner and lover a kiss.

"It was a very good day. We are on a rendezvous with some supplicants. All goes well and tomorrow you will have some new maid sluts to boss around." James said. "And that is not even the good news."

"Really? Well then. What is the good news?" Tigra asked.

Before he answered James looked around and asked his xeno-wife "Where is Jangles?"