Gift Whores; Surprise Sluts

"Lord Captain James Fujiwara commands the presence of the supplicant xeno Taxala Cloverlin to be accompanied by the presence of her daughter Binga in Dranza Pit 34B at the 29th hour of this ship's day." The courier Dranza had told the Vreebach botanist as she worked in his lab. Taxala showed the summons to her lab supervisor, then to her husband. "What could his radiance possibly want that would involve Binga?" said Taxala.

"The humans look at Binga and see a young woman." Lrgo reminded his wife. "Perhaps he wants another wife."
"Ancestors, can you imagine?" Taxala smiled thinking of her girl on the leash of a man as powerful and handsome as their retaining Lord. For his part, Lrgo did not want to. As much as NOXET compelled him to worship and revere all mankind, Lrgo was still a father who found it all but impossible to truly accept that his little girl was growing up.

***

Yolanda Schwalberg was in her bath with a pair of Schar boys when the messenger Dranza came to her cabin door. The green skinned girl prostrated herself and informed Yolanda that "Reagan Cooper will be hosting an exclusive salon at which a new breed of xenos stud will be displayed and demonstrated. She humbly requests your attendance and offers me as a gift of friendship."

Yolanda, never one for the status games of the aristocracy, replied to Reagan's invitation with an text message like a normal person. "Love to. Can't wait." she said to the computer before sending the message.
The xeno-anthropologist regarded the Dranza with fascination. "Come." Yolanda beckoned the Dranza to enter the water. The green skinned girls had become ubiquitous across Federation space, they were highly adaptable, easily trained, and so prolific in their reproduction as to render themselves among the disposables. Yet, Yolanda was aware that each one had an inner life as rich and deep as any other person. As soon as Yolanda's hands touched the Dranza, the green skinned slave girl had to stifle her sudden feelings of orgasmic release. "Fresh from the pits I see. It must be crazy for your kind where every touch and caress is as intimate as human love making. How exposed you must feel when everyone is forcing their genetics upon you, yet you do not appear to be troubled by it."
"Yes, Mistress, I mean, No Mistress. I mean. Well yes, being touched by some things can be really, umm, disgusting. But I have never been touched by a human before. It is amazing." said the Dranza.
"That is just the NOXET." said Yolanda.
"It does not matter. I love the way you make me feel." said the Dranza.
"Then enjoy it while you finish helping the bath boys cleaning me off." commanded Yolanda.

***

"Thank you for coming so promptly." said James as Taxala and Binga Cloverlin portaled in. The captain was tossing Vyraxis larvae into the gravity pits and watching the green skinned women fight for their food. "Dr. Cloverlin, good of you to come." said James extending the alien woman a handshake that turned into a hug. James loved watching the way Vreebach would struggle to figure out how to respond when humans treated them like equals. "and this charming young lady must be Binga. Hello there." James hugged the girl and kissed both of her cheeks. "It is very nice to meet you."
"Thank you, My Lord. The honor is all mine." said Binga before her attention was pulled away by the hundreds of naked green women that appeared to stick to the walls and ceiling but Binga knew from her engramatics was a matter of perception and relative gravity fields.
"Do you like them?" asked James.
"They are all very beautiful." said Binga.
"They are engineered that way." said James. "But they are nothing special. Did you know that every Federation citizen is given a Dranza for free on their eighteenth birthday?"
Binga nodded. "It's called 'The Shogun's Gift'. It was passed into law on the 200th anniversary of the Homo Superior Doctrine."

"Clever girl." James ruffled the girls mane of moss hair. "I believe that today is your eighteenth birthday, isn't it?" Binga Cloverlin nodded. James gestured to the surrounding Dranza pens. "Go on then, pick one."
"Really? My own Dranza?" Binga asked with amazement. "THANK YOU!" Binga squeezed her body against James's.

"Go make your selection while I have a quick word with your mother." commanded James. Binga scampered off to see all that the pits had to offer. "She is a bright young thing."
"Thank you. My Lord." said Taxala.

"Turning to subjects more serious." James lowered his tone so as to not be overheard by the young lady. "You are aware of the upcoming triumph?" Taxala nodded. "It is a celebration of our power over the Kroxaa, a festival in which we remind ourselves that we prey on those who would see us as prey and our dominance over the universe's predators. Are you familiar with the details of the ritual?" Asked James.

"Vaguely." Answered Taxala. "Its a performance of sorts where the crowds of humans watch as the newly captured Kroxaa are put on display and humiliated."

James chuckled. "Not an inaccurate description. A significant portion of the celebration requires the participation of male xenos which are not Kroxaa, traditionally Knavar are preferred, but any xenos race that has been subject to the cruelty of the Kroxaa are considered honorable additions to the arena's rape gang.
"Which brings me in a roundabout way to your husband."
"My husband? I don't understand." said Taxala.

"I invited him along with all the other Vreebach men to participate in the triumphs grand finale, but he and several other members of your tree hab declined the offer. Very respectfully, he did nothing wrong. I believe that he and the others declined to join in the arena orgy out of a misguided idea that it was something to which their wives would object." said James.
"That is ridiculous, My Lord." said Taxala. "I feel nothing but honor and pride for my husband when he serves you, no matter what duties he is given, there is no higher calling than to serve The Master Race."

James smiled. He knew that had such a request come second hand that Taxala would not be so accepting of the proposition. But when the Lord who retained her told her that it would be misguided to object in her husband participating in a gang rape, her mind did the appropriate gymnastics to justify what she had been informed were the correct beliefs. "That is what I thought you would say. Your husband is a lucky man to have a wife of such poise and beauty."

"Thank you, My Lord." Taxala blushed.
Before Taxala could say anything, Binga came skipping up. "I know the one I want." she declared.
"Excellent. Show me." James took the girl's hand and let her lead him to one of the dozens of hexagon cells.
"That one." Binga pointed to an elfin looking Dranza. "She has pretty eyes."
"She does indeed. Good choice." said James before directing the Vyraxis keepers to extract the Dranza in question. James grabbed the disoriented verda by her chin and pointed her gaze at Binga. "This is your owner. You belong to her. She is your mistress, and your are a xeno's xeno."
"I'm gonna name you Citrus." said Binga. "Thank you so much. My Lord."

James could recognized the pensive expression on the nubile xeno's face. "But. There is something you want to say? Something you wish for or want to ask me?" Binga started to blush, Taxala looked confused. James chuckled and reassured the young xeno supplicant that "It's okay. Go on then, get it out of your system."

This made Binga turn beat red. "Well." The nubile girl bit her lip and took a deep breath. "I know it sounds crazy, and I would not say anything but. I was just thinking how as much as I love my new slave and how awesome it is to have my own greenskin. I cannot get it out of my head how much I wish I was the slave and. and you were my master." Binga was sure that she was going to die from embarrassment. The girl tried to bury her face in her hands and tried to tune out the sound of James laughing at her.

"I understand." said James. "That is very sweet of you. I am flattered."
"Does that mean that you will claim me?" asked Binga hopefully.
"No sweetie." said James. "I made it a policy that my officers were not to enslave the crew's Vreebachs. It would be very cheeky of me to break my own rules now, wouldn't it?"
"I suppose so." said Binga looking let down.
"Hey, don't be so down. You are eighteen now, right?" said James
"Yeah?" Binga answered.
"So, that makes you old enough to become a whore." said James. "I will not let the crew buy you outright, but you are more than welcome to sell yourself by the hour or the day."
"Really?" Binga thought about the older girls who went on adventures in the human zones. Binga was vague on the details of what they did when hanging around with the ship's officers, but she knew that they referred to one another as 'slut' and 'whore' which could be shortened to 'ho'. Binga knew that the words meant different things involving intimacy, though her understanding about humanized biology was spotty at best, and she had a vague idea that whores were a higher status than sluts, but like much of the world beyond her tree hab, it was a mystery. "So, would you like to buy me as a whore?"
"How does ten links for your deflowering, two links a day, with a three shackle signing bonus for an exclusive contract for the duration of the expedition sound?" asked James.
"Great!" Binga answered.
"Excellent. You can start immediately." asked James.

"My Lord." Taxala was surprised how fast things had happened. "I appreciate the generosity you are showing my daughter but you don't have to..."
"You are right. I don't have to." said James. "But I know enough to know that if I don't keep this one on a short leash that it is just a matter of time before she starts getting high on saturated fats and slutting around with half the crew." What James left unspoken was 'like her sisters'.
"Thank you my Lord, but are you sure that you wish to spend your time and energy on one so young and inexperienced?" Taxala could not believe her daughter could be so lucky as to attract the affection of so godlike a being. "What if she requires guidance?"
"I am sure that my wives and concubines will be more than willing to offer your daughter all the advice she could need." James reassured Taxala. "Though, should you and your husband wish to join in the entertainments, you would be a more than welcome addition." James caressed Taxala's ear, brushing her jade mane from her face. "I see where your daughters get their beauty. Lrgo should appreciate that he has quite the wonderful wife.
"Do have that word with him, and with the other wives in the tree hab. I look forward to seeing enthusiastic participation from our Vreebach supplicants at the upcoming triumph." James kissed Taxala on the cheek before giving a sharp whistle and calling out. "Binga, come."
"Yes, um, Master?" asked Binga.
"As my whore, the proper address is 'Daddy'." James corrected
"Yes, Daddy. Come Citrus" said the Vreebach girl with her Dranza in tow.

"Feel free to grab a Dranza for yourself on the way out." James told Taxala. "I look forward to seeing for after dinner dancing and drinks and with your husband's blessing, I hope to get to know you better."

Taxala watched as her daughter walked off in the arms of her captain. The Vreebach woman's heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing grew heavy. The human man who had just taken her daughter away to a life of sensual worship, and was inviting Taxala to follow.

As Taxala browsed the Dranza pit in search of a pretty green slut for herself, the Vreebach woman tried to imagine how she was going to convince her husband to join in a rape gang.

***

"Sorry I am late." said Samantha Gatch, the psionic wore an elaborate headdress over her shaven head. "Had to finish changing."

"Perfectly understandable." said Reagan. "You have not missed the main event."
"Oh this is exciting. To be the first ladies to enjoy a new xenos breed." said the sexually fluid Gatch without a hint of irony.

"The first humans period. James has been saving the females for his triumph. We will be the first humans to get to know these Joebizi."

Back in the lounge James had built for Reagan to entertain the female and female affiliating officers, Yolanda Shwalberg was lounging with two virile Amarleans freshly humanized from the tank that were caressing and oiling the plump woman who was smoking from a long stemmed pipe which was attended by an energenic Lalago.
Dr. Rhinebork was standing on its mechanical legs as it extended its tendrils into two Kroxaa females Rhinebork had chosen to use as meat puppets as a Knavar boy lay strapped down to the mechgnostic's chassis being probed, prodded, stimulated, gagged, and milked.

"Ladies and mechanites." Reagan said once she and Gatch reentered the room "I want to thank Dr. Rhinebork for zer amazing work in humanizing an uncontacted alien race so quickly and with such artistry."
"Your incites and suggestions were integral to the final product." said Rhinebork. "For context." Rhinebork projected an image of a creature that looked like a cross between a moose and a hippo with a squid for a head. "This is the Joebizi in their wild state."
"Send in the stud." Reagan called out.

Bruntucktapim Barkstripper walked into the room on two feet. He still getting used to his new body. Everything was so out of proportion with limbs going all the wrong ways. He had no idea how he was managing to keep up bipedalism, but when he was commanded to walk into the room and be inspected by four human women, the last thing that the ambassador wanted to do was trip over his own feet.

"Ladies, I present to you, a Joebizi." said Reagan.
All eyes and occulars were drawn to the big trunk that protruded from the alien's nose. The large prehensile appendage grew out of the man's face and split into three smaller trunks that split a third time to form nine nubs that are capable of manipulation.

"He's huge." said Yolanda as she looked the alien stud up and down. The creature had to be close to three meters tall. It was not just that he was tall, this creature was big. Big hands, big feet, big ears, and a very very big cock. "Are they all this big?" Yolanda reached out and started to feel the size of the stud's balls and toyed with the mammoth sized shlong that was growing to enormous proportions from the attention he was receiving.
"They can be proportioned down." said Reagan. "We have been testing different anthrotypes based on usage. There is even discussion of fitting them with quickforges for those who want a riding beast that can turn into a footman on the fly."

"I am not sure he would even fit." said Gatch. "Seriously. A bull that big would tear my little beaver to pieces."
"I would not try it without the proper modifications." said Reagan. "But this." There was an audible SLAP noise from when Reagan's hand smacked the Joebizi in his hardon. "Is not meant for us. Bring in the breeding bitch."

The Anaareal ambassador was dragged into the room by her gravity shackles. Since being apprehended by the humans and dosed with NOXET, the Alliance representative had come to regret so many of her life's decisions. Through the lens of total adoration for humanity, the xeno had realized that her species's insidious machine driven conquest of other races was shortsighted and as a result, she now had to atone for her peoples' crimes with a lifetime of servitude.
"Nosy." said Reagan.
"Yes, Mistress." the Joebizi had a dumb smile on his face.
"Put this Alliance cunt on her knees, then put that new dick of yours to use inside the wet little hole between the Anaareal's legs."
"I can do that. No problems. Come here." said the Joebizi. The Anaareal's instincts for survival briefly overpowered her NOXET induced loyalty as the five foot three elfin girl tried to get away from the nine foot giant with tentacles growing out of his face. Hitting the man was like hitting a tree. A tree that was pressing the Alliance's formal representative into the lounges thick carpeting.

The four humans watched the display of alien on alien fornication. "Now comes the fun part." said Reagan. "Nosy. Remember what we had your practicing?" the Joebizi nodded. "Good. Now you show my friends and I how good you are at giving trunk jobs."
"Okay, Mistress." Bruntucktapim Barkstripper had wondered about this. He had been practicing putting his trunk nubs in and around little holes and tickling things. Now that he was using his cock for what it was made for, he realized that the human ladies must like it when you touch them between their legs. Bruntucktapim Barkstripper's nose slithered between the three women's legs. Each of the three branches of his trunk touched a different woman. Feeling them up until finding their warm wet caves between their legs and exploring them with his nubs.

The lounge reeked of sweat and sex. Rhinebork's Kroxaa puppets touched and fondled the Joebizi stud as he bred with one woman while pleasure three more.

***

"Welcome home dear." said Tigra as James stepped through the portal with a youth Vreebach and a Dranza. "I see things went as expected."
"Binga sweetie, this is my wife Tigra. She runs this house. You can treat anything she says like it comes from me." said James.
"Daddy!"said Jangles before leaping into his arms.
"This is my wife Jangles. She is spoiled and irresponsible and you shouldn't listen to a word she says." said James. This made the Ligreon girl laugh before giving her husband a kiss. "Where is Reagan?" James asked.
"Entertaining in the pink parlor." said Tigra. "She left those new bastards of hers in your bedroom."

"Did she now?" James was silent for a long moment before commanding "Jangles sweetie, take a pair of Dominatrices and bring your new half sisters to the Crimson Room, have them evaluated, and remind them of the pecking order in this house."
"Yes Daddy." said Jangles with enthusiasm before flipping and twirling away.

James summoned a harem attendant. He expected to see his chief procurer but was greeted by a Knavar woman wearing glasses. "You are not Snowball."
"I am Yeema, Master. I was recently promoted. What is your need?"
"Have Binga here prepared and brought to my deflowering room." James commanded. "Go with the Knavar bitch." he told Binga.
"Please don't leave me, Daddy." the eighteen year old girl who was beginning to worry that she might be in over her head.
"It's alright. No one here is going to hurt you. You are my special little whore. That means that everyone here is going to look after you because they know I will be very upset if they do not." James had been around xenos his whole life and knew that the walls had ears and that when James wanted his servants to know his feelings on a subject, he need only speak plainly and openly, and the silent attendants and living statues would spread the message quickly enough. "Daddy just has to take care of some captain issues. Then he is going to give you his undivided attention." James gave the Vreebach girl a kiss on the forehead, then a gentle shove into Yeema's arms.