Gift of Girls; Part Four

Once, she had been known as Pack Captain Chthra of FreshSnowZeroTracks:clan23G, a Knavar pirate of great renown. A woman who had brought terror to every system within a hundred lightyears of the Scrawdlian Maelstrom. A fearsome reaver who famously braved the Necrovirus quarantine zone to recover Praetoss artifacts from the haunted worlds of their once mighty empire. As notorious in the bedroom as she was on the battlefield. Chthra settled for no one less than the chief of their clan. Chthra had been happy with Chtk'th'Prah. She had given him many children and together they had led the clan to great prestige and fortune.

A shrewd negotiator and skilled gambler, Chthra had once wagered her immortal soul in on a single round of stratitac and won a nigh indestructible forcefield generator from a Shi’Raka. The generator had saved her life when she rammed her frigate into the Kroxaa raiding fleet, but it did not save Chthra from being captured by The Kroxaa. She had managed to go four days before the thirst got to her and the Kroxaa took her, stripped her, and threw her in a larder with the rest of her clan to wallow in their own filth, survive on processed nutrient pellets and contaminated water and wait for their turn to die. One by one they were taken, never to return.

Until one day, the Knavar captain awoke to the strangest of visions. Mighty warriors clad in the armor of gods lifted her out of the darkness and saved her. The Knavar was reborn and remade in the image of her saviors and when the xenopologists figured out who she was, Chthra was placed in spacious quarters and given a quartet of green skinned handmaids as well as a mechanical attache, all of whom referred to the pack captain as ‘your grace’ or ‘your highness’ or ‘majesty’. When asked about this, the Mekani that designated itself as MGd0M explained that by virtue of her previous marital relationship to the chief of a Knavar clan, she carries the legal status of an alien royalty under Federation law. “You are a queen.” The Mekani summarized. “Your Master feels that you should be treated as such.”

In the days that followed, Chthra learned that her attendants were there for all of her needs. The Dranza were attentive and enthusiastic lovers who were both selfless and exceedingly pliable. Chthra was given access to her cabin's entertainment center and data terminal which Chthra learned she could use to access the menu of the concubines and sex slaves which could be rented out. Chthra discovered that it was common for shipmates to share their personal xenos around from time to time to spice things up on such a long voyage and that as a queen, the crewmates were happy to loan the Knavar woman some of their finest male specimens. The first night she could, Chthra ordered a pair of double dicked Amarleans. The next day, Chthra considered that she might have overdone it and that four penises was a bit much. She chose to spend that particular evening cuddling with an adorable Schar boy who showed Chthra how the pretty twee aliens used their antenna in foreplay. The foreplay had been so intense that Chthra had needed a bath, which her attendants were highly skilled at providing.

Chthra did not spend all of her time engaging in hot sweaty sexual escapades. She also studied. It appeared to Chthra that the humans had given her complete access to their educational and informational systems. The Federation seemed to have no secrets from the xenos they had biochemically compelled into obedience. Her servants had made it clear that The Master Race wanted their slaves to raise their worth through self improvement. “We are taught from the earliest of ages that we are assets with a duty to maximize our value as judged by The **** Market. The Quad is stuffed with xenos who are worth more on paper than they are in the flesh. A xeno has to work hard to be worth their retail value. The last thing anyone wants is to be a wholesale xeno.” one of the Dranza had explained. “When I did not get selected to be a Shogun’s Gift, I thought I was on the fast track for an abusement park. Thankfully, our owner was in need of a crew and the next thing I know I am in a cargo pod on the way to my life’s adventure.”

Though she tried to absorb as many of the photodidactic engrams as she could, Chthra found that etching too much information directly into your brain too fast can come with side effects including migraines, nausea, and vomiting. Chthra decided to stick to A.I. interactive tutorials and hologram recordings.

Chthra met Lord James Fujiwara on her third night aboard his vessel. “I trust that you have found your accommodations to your satisfaction, majesty?” asked James as he squeezed the cheeks of a Dranza kneeling within his reach. “Your quarters are not too plain? Your servants performing up to your standards? Do not hesitate to complain, your grace. I wish to see my queen properly pampered.”

“Oh, yes. My Master.” said Chthra, blushing as the man she belonged to looked her in the eyes, walked up to her and started sliding her dress off. She stood in front of James totally stripped. He gazed at her in silence for a few moments before placing a crown upon her head.

The crown was by far the best part of her new life. When her owner put the diamond tiara on her head, the world would fade away and Chthra would feel nothing but bliss. The Knavar could wake up hours or even days later with no memories from the time James placed the diadem on her head until she woke up with a feeling of serene tranquility and deep satisfaction.

“Tomorrow your husband and daughter will be coming aboard for the ceremony, my queen.” James informed the Knavar woman one evening two weeks after her rescue from captivity.

“That is wonderful news, Master. I have been looking forward to this. What made you decide to adopt us now and not during triumph?”

James shrugged. “Runtime. Mycroft and Sydney made the point that we are celebrating our victory over the Kroxaa and the discovery of our lost brothers and sisters.” He did not feel the need to go into the details about how it came down to her daughter’s public deflowering or a krisknife exposition and James knew that Sydney would enjoy watching Amandla knife fighting more than James would enjoy performing in a third exhibition of ceremonial sex. “To put it bluntly, it is not about you.” James toyed with the Knavar pirate queen’s lip.“So, I had to make a choice. I can wait until after the parade to make you part of my household, or I can do it before and feature my captured queen and princess as part of my family during the parade. So, what do you think I chose, your grace?” James asked. Chthra’s subconscious guided her to suck her owner’s thumb despite the woman not remembering how James had trained her under the influence of the mind thrall built into her crown.

***

“Mommy!” Szthrahc cried out as she ran over to embrace the woman she had thought that she had lost.

“Oh, my sweet girl. It is so good to hold you again. Every day I sat in that larder waiting to die. I thought about you, safe and happy. And here you are…”

“Safe and happy.” Szthrahc nodded with tears in her eyes. “Praise The New Masters.”

“Praise The New Masters.” Szthrahc’s mother.

“My dear heart. My love. I missed you so much!” Clan chief Chtk'th'Prah embraced his wife, enjoying a few moments of re-unification before he remembered how everything had changed.

As the chief of a Knavar clan Chtk'th'Prah was acknowledged under Federation Law as being the equivalent in status as a king/sultan/raja/daimyo/ect. As a king surrendering his kingdom to the mercy of a Federation Lord of The Borders, Chtk'th'Prah was to give himself, his queen, his princess, and his people over to the human who he recognized to have legally conquered him. When Chtk'th'Prah looked at his wife, he saw how she looked at him. She did not see a proud warrior, a hero of the pack who had led their clan across the stars to glory and plunder. She saw a Knavar who had been beaten, bound, and broken to the service of a better man, a human.

“Such a lovely family reunion.” said James as he watched a few steps away. “So, this is my new princess. Come, let me take a look at you. Very nice. Why don’t we get you both humanized.” James used his whole hand to gesture to where a geneforge had been placed in the shuttle terminal for arriving alien dignitaries. “Then we can go somewhere quiet to have a small, intimate, ceremony,”

***

The captain’s lounge appeared to be more crowded than usual. Snowball had gotten a little carried away with herself and doubled the number of sluts and concubines with new Knavar, Kroxaa, and Lalagos. Though the majority of the new alien stock was to be placed in stasis until they got back to The Arisaka Cluster for valuation after the crew celebrated the triumph, James was not going to deny his crew, or himself for that matter, from enjoying their spoils.

Snowball had recruited very few new Knavar, but a few of the wild dogs had passed the madame’s muster. The white haired Ligreon appeared to have a type when it came to Knavar bitches. The procurer and her agents had prowled the Schar bars, cat clubs, and mer-baths for women of a certain age who had been married and chosen not to put themselves on the market, only to find themselves commanded to become a slut. She looked for the ones who spent all their time on the dancefloor with other women, the ones who pushed their new humanized bodies to their limits with cocktails and narcotics as they gathered together in packs of girls talking about their kids, their husbands, how beautiful the asteroid city was, how amazing the food produced by the replicators tasted. They gathered in the barrooms and bathrooms to be together hiding from anyone who might try to put the moves on them or trigger their sense of obligation to fuck and make more children who will grow up into a life of bondage.

Snowball loved approaching these yummy mommies who tried so hard to avoid doing their duty, showing them the pet tag that dangled from her collar, and telling all of the ladies to “report for inspection.” Snowball would put the women through their paces, sometimes tracking down their daughters and sons and using them as part of the evaluation. Snowball made sure that these women had learned how to suck and fuck after years or even decades to taking care of their husbands with fidelity and love.

Those that passed were sent for a little forgework on their phenoform to make sure they are sufficiently humanized and youthified for her Master’s tastes, dressed as a kajira, and sent to sink or swim in the deep end as part of the captain’s stable of sluts.

Considering how many Kroxaa the crew of The Seed had domesticated, Snowball had added relatively few of the ageless amazons to the garden’s selection. However, it only takes a few muscular lizard ladies to make an impression. The fighting rings and mud pits had become much more active with the modified men and women taking their turns competing with the transcendent crew members to see who could either be the fastest to **** or the longest to last against the Kroxaa women, depending on the contest.

James’s Knavar princess stopped to watch as one of the saurian women stood in the center of a crowd when a trans officer stepped into the circle and looked up at the Kroxaa with a smug look on zer face. “Since there is a line forming, I will take it easy on you. Put two minutes on the clock. If you can keep me off of you for two minutes, you can take a break, have a shower alone, enjoy a nice warm meal of replicated spoo, and have a short rest and our congratulations while one of the other lizzies amuses us. But, if I get my font all up in there.” The Kroxaa cried out in shock and pain from being slapped on her cooch by the exalt with zer transcendent strength. “Say it, xeno.”

The Kroxaa straightened her spine, took a deep breath, and composed herself. “Should I fail to best you in this contest of martial skill, and I find myself subdued by your exalted transcendence, I shall be made to ingest the innards of a Vyraxis larvae…”

“Bug funnel!” one of the more **** crewmen yelled out.

“...Through a funnel, yes.” The Kroxaa lady squared her stance and prepared herself for combat.

“Come along dear.” said James, placing his hand on his princess’s shoulder and leading Szthrahc away as the crowd began to roar in the excitement that comes with viewing a human genuinely **** an alien.

Szthrahc did not see the Lalago. James’s Knavar princess would have collided with the rabbit xeno if the human had not used his enhanced reflexes to control the situation. Despite things happening so fast, to James everything seemed to slow down as he acted. With one arm he pushed his princess behind him for her protection then caught the twirling bunny girl by her ears in the middle of one of her flips.

“Ahhahah! Who is stagnating the qi flow, bra? Oh. Oh shit. Umm. Hello. My. Master? Or is my owner more appropriate? I am going to die now, aren’t I?” the strawberry blonde Lalago said matter of factly.

James was so amused by the nubile girl’s zenlike disposition that he could not help but laugh. He looked the mostly humanized **** girl up and down and his first thought was that her nose was adorable. Though the girl’s hair had a reddish tone to it, her ears were golden blonde, as was her tail and a small patch of short fur that was mostly covered by her long strawberry locks. What surprised James the most was how the garden slut was dressed.

James was one of those people who loved history, he particularly loved studying the archaic era, the time before the people of Earth colonized Mars and The Belt. Some fashions had turned out to be immortal, such as the stetson hat and the tunic. However outside ancient films and historical reenactments, James had never seen anyone wear denim or plaid. until he looked at what the fuck bunny was wearing. “Are those Daisy Dukes?” James asked the **** girl who was quickly realizing that she was not going to be devoured by a vengeful reptile and began to blush.

“Yeah. I mean, yes, Master. Yes My Master. My Owner. Sorry. I am screwing this all up. I engrammed a bunch of these old archive vids called ‘Girls Gone Wild Wild West.’ and I thought that they would make my ass look good. Once I modified them to fit my tail.”

“Smart bunny.” Said James turning the rabbit girl around to have a look at her ass and the tail attached to it. “Do you have a name?”

“You have not given me one yet, Master.” The Lalago said. “But, when I was a pup, my mother used to call me ShimmerCoat.”

“Well, ShimmerCoat FineAss.” James slapped the girl’s hindquarter as she hung by her ears before the man put her down on her high heeled sandals. “Be mindful of your surroundings.” James smiled remembering how he used to tell Jangles that when she was a little girl. “Run along now. Try to be good.” said James, using one of the well known trigger phrases that would **** the xeno to evaluate their actions and purge themselves of anything that they might perceive as a bad habit.

“I exist to please my owner.” said ShimmerCoat.

“You are doing just fine at that.” said James before giving her one more playful pat on the ass to move the little sex bunny along.

As James led the royal conquests back to his chambers, it occurred to him that his harem was now over one third Lalagos. As much as James appreciated their enthusiastic embrace of their new position in The Federation’s hierarchy. As much as he loved their boundless energy, adaptability and aptitude at absorbing neural engrams. As absolutely adorable, graceful, sensual, and beautiful as the creatures were, there was a limit to the number of little party rodents you want in one place. Thankfully, they were very low maintenance. They seemed to prefer nibbling on his lawn and grazing on his flower beds more than any of the replicated fruits of vegetables available to them. Their favorite thing to eat seemed to be Vreebach pelt-grass. Already more than one of the arboreals who came to sunbathe had had to shoo away the bunny-boys and big titted mice girls that would devour their coats if they got the chance.

What he loved most about the adorable little critters was how if left to their own devices and allowed to congregate in a group, the rabbit xenos will start singing and dancing. Give them instruments and they start a jam session. Give them cloth, copper, and a few beads and they start a fashion revolution. If they are not singing or playing an instrument, then the Lalagos are dancing. Give them access to the entertainment archives, and they reinvent Samba and Fusion Jazz. In big chaotic groups or in co-ordinated lines or in circles where the xenos show off their skills. “They need no prompt to party.” Was how Reagan had phrased it.

***

Without any more incidents, James led his royal prizes to his personal quarters. “You are home!” exclaimed Jangles as she sprang to show her daddy some love.

“Hello Dear.” Said Tigra. “Are these the new house maids?”

James kissed his wives and wrapped his arms around the Ligreons before turning to look at the three Knavar. “My queen. My princess. These are my wives Tigra and Jangles. You will have the honor of serving directly beneath them as maids of the household.”James’s hand found its way to rubbing the two womens’ bellies. “As my children grow inside of them and the day that they give birth to my natural born babies gets closer, I am going to be counting on you to attend to them and my sons or daughters by proxy.”

All of a sudden, memories of all of the times her owner had called Chthra “my queen” came rushing back to the Knavar woman with a drastically altered context.

James could tell that his royal Knavar were less than enthusiastic at learning where they stood in the household pecking order. “If it makes it easier. You do not have to think of it as being beneath the two non-humans I love the most in the world. Instead, think of it as being above all of those concubines and whores you walked past on the way to get here.”

“It is not that.” said Szthrahc. “I am just confused. Am I a princess or a house maid?” asked the nubile bitch.

“You are both.” answered the human. “I did not make you a princess. You became a princess when your father became your clan’s king.” James grinned as he toyed with the neckline of his princess’s tunic. “Do you know what is better than being served like royalty? Being served by royalty.” James **** his tongue down his princess’s throat. After a few moments of tasting the nubile’s soft lips, James gave her a moment to breathe. Not long, just enough time to command his queen to “take off your clothes.” James watched the older woman remove her designer gown by undoing a single clip as the human lord removed his alien princess’s garment. “Very nice.” said James as he got a feel for his princess’s labia. “Tigra dear, why don’t you take my royal fuck toys upstairs to The Crimson Room and have them prepared the way we discussed.”

“With pleasure, dear.” said Tigra. “Come along now. Make this easy for me and you make this easy for yourselves.”

“Jangles dear. Have you seen Gadget recently?” asked James.

“As far as I am aware, she is still in Gnometown, Daddy.” Jangles answered.

James had commanded his little four eyed fuck toy and mech mechanic to help Dr. Schwalenberg with sorting and profiling the Egaz they had acquired from the Kroxaa ship. James had given his **** permission to spend time with her fellow dwarf xenos to reconnect with her roots and see if she could find any more adorkable cutie butts like herself.

Normally, Egaz were exceedingly rare as concubines due to the enormous demand for their technical skills. As cute as the little xenos were and as much as people loved to watch their big tits bouncing, the economic reality was that people who owned Egaz made more money working them in industrial parks than they would in pleasure parks, no matter how incredibly sexy the tiny xenos were, Egaz were highly valued for their brains

But with this sudden windfall of a few thousand four eyed midget xenos finding their way into the ship’s stocks, there was no reason that James could not modify one of his guest rooms for Gadget and some of her fellow xeno dwarves to share together while they are technically assets in transit. A room sized down for them where they can slumber in peace when not entertaining their owner.

“Portal over to the asteroid and check on her. Bring a Lalago or two with you.” James commanded. “If you see anything that interests you, feel free to have them ‘brought in for inspection’.” James was confident that his teenage wife knew his tastes well enough to spot a bitch or two that he might like from among the Knavar and Egaz enjoying the pleasure habitat.

“Yes, Daddy.” said Jangles before she sauntered off. The exuberance of her movements dampened by the knowledge that she carried a human baby inside of her.

Clan chief Chtk'th'Prah stood alone with Lord Captain James Fujiwara. The man who had beaten him, taken everything from him, and demanded his completely fealty with total obedience. Something that the Clan chief was happy to give. The Knavar captain had admired many men over his long career, but he had admired none so much as his new master. A man of such strength and power. A man that had **** himself upon the Knavar chief and proved his dominance. The Knavar took in a sharp breath when the man to whom he belonged, the man whose power he had put himself in, wrapped his arm around him. “My xeno.” said James. “The day you became my boy was the best day of yo life, man. You is Jimmywara’s xeno supplicant. That means bitches that come in all shapes and sizes. It means flash and swagger, status and privilege. I gots big plans for you boy. Big plans. But it all starts with the little things. So here it is.

“If my pops was here, he would make you watch the whole ceremony. But I think that seems unnecessary. I do not need you watching me fuck your wife and make your girl call me Daddy. If you want you can say your words, hand the leashes off to me, and peace out. What do you say?” asked James.

Clan chief Chtk'th'Prah imagined himself watching Szthrahc and Chthra having hot sweaty humanized sex. His imagination focused on James and how thick and hard his penis must get and how it would feel to have that great big shaft of man meat splitting him from behind. “I...” The Knavar’s mind filled with images of sweat dripping down the human man’s body. Feeling and desires repressed by decades of cultural pressure and fear of lethal censure started bubbling up. A memory of when he was just junior trainee Chtk'th came pouring back the monarch of when the clan convicted of being a homosexual and sentenced to be spaced before he could contaminate and corrupt the moral purity of The Pack. But now clan chief Chtk'th'Prah was part of a new pack, with new rules. In fact, he was technically no longer a Clan chief. If all went as his owner intended, then in a few weeks all of the clans would bow down to him and recognize his rule as Pack King. Pack King Chtk'th'Prah had a nice ring to it.

“My master. From the moment I surrendered to you. I became your ****. I have put myself completely under your power. I am at your mercy and shall do as you wish. If you want me to watch you fuck, I will watch you with joy in my heart and fire in my loins. If you want me to suck your cock I will suck it gladly. If you want to…”

“I really do not want you to suck my cock.” James interrupted. “No offence, but you are not my type. Don’t get me wrong, I have played the surprise game at a few Schar bars and enjoyed myself despite my surprise of having guessed wrong. But if I am going to let a man swallow my spear and enjoy themselves while doing it, they have to be a lot prettier than you.” Seeing the expression on the Knavar king’s face brought a smile to the young Fujiwara mech pilot. “You have never told anyone that you like males? Oh hey. Its alright.” James hugged the grown man as he broke down into tears. “It’s okay now. I told you, you are my boy. That means I am going to hook you up tight. In the Federation it does not matter what a xeno likes to have sex with, their owners decide if, when, and with whom they will perform their coital duties. Part of your privileges as my lead Knavar is your access to my stables and stocks. The bucks and the bitches.”

“Master. I do not know what to say.” said James’s Knavar king.

James thought about the two bitch xenos who looked up to this man as their people’s leader as well as their husband and father. He thought about the sort of expressions that would be on their faces when they watched their old clan chief having his own party with a few lads. “Tell me, do you like your men smooth or hairy? How would you like to do me a favor while you watch the ceremony?” asked James.

“Whatever my owner desires. I am happy to oblige. And smooth. Something about a hairless body makes it seem all the more taboo.” answered the Knavar king.

“Perfect.” James sent a quick text message.

Jim: The ceremony is starting in a few minutes. If that Schar boy is still causing you grief, bring him over. I have a hound dog here who wants to remind the little bitch boy where he stands.

Syd: Sounds lovely. Be Seeing you.