Memories & Perspectives during Ovaxtraction

The two Dranza known as Treasure and SweetDream were both crying. Their tears went unnoticed as they became lost and subsumed by the rivers of cum that now drenched the two girls’ hair and faces. Both teenagers had learned that if they did not **** back their sobs then the Amarleans would use those big bulging muscles to smack the smaller Dranza around. Both green xenos tried their best to keep their feelings of pain and shame to themselves as one after another, the double dicked xeno studs took their time riding the once tight, supple teenage girls to completion.

They had orders directly from The Master and His beloved. The psionic fish-xenos were to line up as part of a long train to take their turn depositing their seed into the ass, pussy, or mouth of the two verda whores. “And remember my **** studs.” James had told them. “They are Dranza.” The starship’s captain had spat the word as if its very presence in his mouth tasted vile. The pure hatred the human felt for the conquered xenos breed had been made explicit with the sneer upon his face. “Their kind tortured and killed trillions of people. They ate my grandfather. Roasted him alive, and broadcast the footage. They turned his execution into a feast, and they made it an empire wide day of thanksgiving.” Reagan squeezed her lover’s arms. James felt her gentle caresses and started to relax. Reagan could feel his corded muscles easing. “Their race only continues to exist to be punished. Remember that.” James commanded his slaves.

After the first three double teams, the two Dranza started to fear that the line of men who wanted to **** them would never end. That was when Calpernia and Sabine began forcing more Dranza-berries inside of the pair. The fish bitches held the smaller, daintier girls down and crammed the mutagenic fruits into their mouths. If either Treasure of SweetDream spat up, vomited, or otherwise did not ingest mistress Reagan’s special fruits fast enough for the other girls, then the Dranza would find themselves being held down so that they can be given a special enema made from Dranza-berry concentrate.

When Lord James Fujiwara, his guests, and their retinues came strolling over the hardlight bridge to Breeder’s Island, the two Dranza had no idea that they were standing in the presence of humans, much less the human that owned them. Their eyes and ears were so clogged up with fish spooge that the only thing that they noticed was that gang of xenos assigned to bang them had finally stopped. Both girls cringed in anticipation of more **** feeding, only to be surprised to feel a warm, soft, gentle, human, hand touch them. “They look fully catalyzed.” Reagan said. “But you know what they say about assumptions.” the genecrafter said before taking some tissue samples from the two girls and analzying them. “Yes. By all of the gods, this is really it.” Reagan said excitedly, the girl’s pet songsnake began to chirp joyfully.

“Can they get cleaned up before we implant them.” Amandla asked. “Is washing off the xeno cum going to disrupt the process?”

“Not at all.” Reagan said. “Yeah. If you did not say anything I would have insisted someone hose these verda skanks off before anyone human touches them.” Reagan looked at two of the psi-studs as if to imply that the someone she was referring to was them. Both of the serpents Reagan was wearing, living pet and the gold and jewel encrusted mekani James had bought her for their six month anniversary, hissed and snapped at the two xeno-studs in question. The **** studs hurried to pick the two girls up. “We do not need them right away, first we have to get the embryos transferred out of the Ligreons and into our ovipositors.” Reagan said.

James walked over to the two teenage Dranza. He thought about what they had been like only a couple of hours ago, so nervous yet so excited, so sweet and innocent. Now he looked at them and he saw a pair of beaten, battered, broken whores. “Open your eyes and look at your master, xeno-cunts.” Treasure and SweetDream looked up and saw it was true. Their Master, the human that owned them, the one they belonged to, he was here. Both Dranza felt their hearts’ skip a beat as joy and hope replaced feelings of humiliation and despair. James closed his eyes and remembered that day when his father had made him watch the Dranza Empire’s official holovid of Grandpa’s execution. James Fujiwara opened his eyes and asked the two Dranza. “Are you in pain? Does it hurt?” The two teenage girls could not speak, their throats too raw from the countless double dick mouth rapings, but the two girls nodded affirmatively. Both Dranza felt as if every inch of them was battered and bruised. It almost hurt as much to sit still as it hurt to move. For the first time in their lives, neither Dranza wanted anyone to touch them. “Good.” James said. “You have pleased your Master.” James turned to address the hydromancers. “When you hose them off, remember to make the water as cold as possible.”

As Treasure and SweetDream were carried off to be cleaned up, James and and Reagan snuggled together on a clean couch as Amandla took Jangles in zer arms. Tigra smiled at Sydney and bowed to her old friend. “You are as beautiful as ever, Mis. I mean, master. Forgive this ****, it holds such fond memories of the girl you were that for a moment its dumb xeno brain aintnt as smootheinslick asa human brain.” The Ligreon said laying the formal speech and proper accent on thick.

Tigra nervous expression just made Sydney laugh. “I missed you too dear.” Sydney said kissing the old street-cat turned xeno-wife on the cheeks before the transcendent examined the wedding bracelet James had bought for his first crush. “Beautiful.” Sydney said looking into the Ligreon woman’s face to make it ambiguous as to whether zhe was talking about the bracelet or the **** that wore it.

While the humans waited for the sheets to be changed, their xeno attendants fell into their engrammatically drilled routines. The Egaz Rosie knelt in front of her Master. There he was, laughing happily just a few inches from where the red shortstack waited to attend to His every need and fulfill His every desire. Rosie wished that Zhalha was here. The **** girl appreciated the fact that the tallest xeno in The Turner-Myer’s harem looked out for and protected the smallest, which she supposed was Petyr, now that Rosie belonged to Lord James.

The Schar boy formerly known as Zolink xol Bazul had been instructed by his owner to deposit his old belongings at the nearby replicator and to put on his new adornments. The xeno had not been wearing much. After taking off his standard issue skirt with his ID glyph and the name of his owner printed on the front and back and his sandals, the boy was naked. The materials vanished in a shimmer of light only to be replaced with by a new skirt and a small pile of ornate, gold jewelry. Having been **** to learn how to read the Hangul script that The Federation had adopted as humanity’s official written language, the wild caught youth had no trouble reading the instructions for where everything was supposed to go. From the bottom going up, Zolink put the two tiny field projectors that looked like toe rings on his feet. The boy was shocked and amazed by the sensation. He touched his foot and it felt like he was wearing nothing, but as he walked around and stomped about, he continued to think of it as being like walking on pillows. The anklet and armlet had to go on opposite sides, as did his bracer and his thigh band. When he placed the two cock rings around his humanized penis the nanometal flowed to tighten snuggly around his cock and connect the pair by a loose chain. Zolink felt a slight pinch as the nanotech interfaced with his nervous system. The xeno felt good knowing that his owner had such a deep, intimate control over him. Finally there was his collar. The sight of the thing almost took the boy’s breath away.

***

In the four years that Zolink had been living under the influence of NOXET it had been quite literally beaten into the boy called CandyShaft YummyCum by his owner that their was a world of difference between a xeno that wore a band around their neck and the ones that did not. A collar was a symbol of being valued as an individual. The Schar knew that there were hundreds of worlds in the human Federation and that how xenos were treated could vary drastically from world to world. But in Zolink’s travels of the worlds of The Arisaka Cluster with his Master he had observed that humans will treat collared slaves with at least a modicum of dignity being seen as a direct extension of a human’s person. Laying a hand on someone’s collared was the seen as little different than laying a hand on them. Injuring or killing a collared was treated by The Courts as the same as violent **** on their owner. Zolink had been collared during the first few months of his duties. As a fresh, new, recently caught virgin, CandyShaft YummyCum had caught the attention of James’s father. Lord Michael had made the youth one of The Sultan’s privy attendants. Zolink had not appreciated how good he had had it at the time. In those early days, the Schar boy resented the fact that the males of The Master Race would find enjoyment in the flesh of his kind. Zolink had always been and continues as a heterosexual. His owners could have rewired him to want and enjoy sex with men, but they did not see the point, what a xeno wants is irrelevant to what a xeno is expected to do. Which in the case of CandyShaft YummyCum, was to lather, wash, rinse, oil, massage, and scrub The Sultan, and on occasion, wipe the planetary lord’s ass and give it a kiss. The collared **** boy would spend his off hours at the sultan’s private swimming pools with the Amarleans and other Schar who swam about wearing special breather fields that created a shimmering veil around their faces when they were not lounging around with their cock’s on display.

Eventually, the novelty wore off and CandyShaft YummyCum was stripped of his collar, but not the name CandyShaft YummyCum, and placed into the general pool of staff boys. Zolink learned quickly that he was a nothing, a nobody, and that nearly anyone could do anything they wanted to him and no one would care, no one would protect him. It was not just the humans that treated him like a toy. Anyone with a collar, and especially those with a pet tag or a wedding band, seemed to take it upon themselves to remind the xeno CandyShaft YummyCum, that as far as they were concerned, he was not even worthy of being called a ****. He was lower than a ****. Just a common xeno who is disposable, replaceable, but most of all, fungible. There was nothing unique or special about CandyShaft YummyCum, if someone killed him, their biggest offense would be the mess made by the dead body. His one consolation being that no matter how low CandyShaft YummyCum was in the hierarchy of xenos, the Dranza were so much lower. Zolink had known that all humans hate Dranza with a passion, but the Arisakans had seemed to make it their cultural keystone. It did not take the boy long to learn that a quick and easy way to please the humans in general and his Master in particular was to be as cruel as possible to the verde cunts without getting in the way of their actual duties.

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The Schar boy once known as Zolink xol Bazul looked at his new collar and started to cry. The xeno boy took a deep breath to get his emotions under control and not make a scene. The collar was beautiful. A gold smartmetal weave with a large nameplate gorget that was held in the mouths of two decorative lion’s heads. The nameplate read in beautiful calligraphy ‘Shasta Shek’Turner.’

The boy locked the collar. With all of the adornments on, the Schar did a slow turn so that any nearby humans could look at his smooth, hairless, naked body before he clipped his skirt on. The skirt he was happy to see bore his new name, Shasta Shek’Turner. Shasta the **** who belongs to Master Turner. Shasta the **** boy watched his Master pick up the young Ligreon girl with casual ease and gently place the xeno-wife on the bed. Shasta’s owner’s hands caressed the nineteen year old’s perky breasts as the transcendent’s font teased the **** girl between her legs. The younger girl let out a mewling noise that she tried to muffle by biting her lower lip. Shasta saw his owner brush a lock of hair from the girl’s face before the transcendent’s font slithered into the pregnant teenager to transfer the girl’s pregnancy.

One of the nameless Dranza that had been summoned from the darkness of their holding pits to serve their owner’s Beloved as attendants and body girls was trying her best to focus on her task of massaging human woman’s feet while licking her toes while so much was going on. The Dranza tried to remember her focus training, remember how she survived when so many others had been culled for not making the grade. But as much as she tried to push out everything else, the eighteen year old girl fresh off the farm could not help but take in all of the new sights and sounds. She just hoped that the masters would not notice that her attention was not a hundred percent on the task.

As her tongue slid between one set of toes to the next and her fingers worked tirelessly to knead the human woman’s soles, her eyes and ears drank in the novelty of it all. She watched as the two Ligreons moaned and writhed in the ecstatic joy of having the psychoactive biocompounds produced by the current generation of Caplanists biocybernetic upgrades. While the trans were inside of them, Tigra and Jangles were in a dissociative trance where all sense of ego and self dissolved away where they exist in a state of nirvanic joy where the only things that existed were joy, happiness, and contentment. While in that state, it was a relatively simple matter to extract the gestating embryos into themselves. The Dranza could see that the two trans were focusing intently. The Dranza knew from its photodidactic engrams that the human couple had integrated their nervous systems directly into their lovers. The transcendent humans could feel everything xenos felt. They could taste their very tissues and established a most intimate and detailed biomedical knowledge of anyone so penetrated by their Fonts of Holy Seed. The Dranza watched as Sydney Myers and Amandla Turner entered into a deep meditative state to work with the pregnant womens’ bodies to move the babies without hurting them. When the Dranza saw their eyes open and the two trans smiling before the couple shared a kiss, the green virgin teenage xeno girl let out a sigh of relief and made a small prayer of thanks to The Owner God for a safe ovaxtraction.

“Wow.” Sydney said breathing hard, zer body drenched in sweat. A huge grin upon zer face.

“I know what you mean.” Amandla said. Zer body equally drenched in sweat. Zer breath also a sort of **** struggle to get oxygen into zer blood stream. “Fun as all sixteen hells. Best kind of sex…”

“““...While you are doing it.”””The Caplanist couple said before they started laughing at their inside joke.

Sydney turned to look at James lying down with Reagan snuggled in his arms. The pair letting Reagan’s pet snakes roam freely over their bodies. How the bioartist managed to get James okay with that was a story Sydney would have to pry out of the adorable minx. At either end of the couch was a pair of Dranza dressed in the red silks of a kajira body slut with the red skinned Egaz girl kneeling just within reach of her new owner's caresses. One of the Dranza on the end near the human couple’s head was fanning her masters as her counterpart fed her owners a variety of fruits and berries, both replicated and fresh from the farm to the stasis pods. The two Dranza at the other end hard at work, laser focused on worshipping at the feet of The Master Race quite literally. Sydney felt them growing inside of zer. A boy and a girl. Ze could taste his DNA in their genetic code. Sydney’s hand moved to brush zer own belly as ze smiled at the thought of getting to meet James’s children. “That takes a lot out of you.” James’s childhood best friend said as zhe stood up on legs that were clearly shaky.

Shasta rushed to support Amandla just as some nameless, collarless Amarleen went to do the same for master Sydney. When another nearby Amarleen saw the small, dainty, Schar struggle to do what his fellow fish-xeno did with casual ease with her taller body and more athletic frame, the woman moved in to help the boy before he collapsed under his owner’s weight. Shasta wanted to chastise the collarless blue whore for assuming that he was unable to meet his owner’s needs, but the Schar boy was grateful for the support as he helped his Master steady zerself. “Can we get something to eat before we posit these ovas?” Amandla asked Reagan.