Perusing the Dranza Pits.

With the acknowledgement of the Knavar's compliance, James sent them a request for ships' damage reports and their list of injuries with the promise to do what they could to help their new supplicants. "Helm, set course for the rendezvous, take our pseudo-velocity down to sixty kilolights. Cancel condition two. Take us to condition three." James turned to Commander Myers. "You have the bridge, number one." James said to his first officer.

With the official hand off of command, James's posture and affect relaxed. "Today was a damned good day." James said with an extra big grin on his face.

"Tomorrow should be interesting for sure. A Knavar pack out this deep is bound to have collected some interesting xeno-specimens. Coming from core-spinward as they are, I would be surprised if they didn’t have some new races for us to add to the stock logs on Eden." Sydney said.

"Reagan will be excited." James said. "Which reminds me. We are celebrating tonight. You and Amandla should come by after the transplanting. Tigra is cooking her special Grox-Wellington but does not know why yet. Dinner, a sacracution, and a light orgy before a big day tomorrow. What do you say?" James asked.

Sydney blushed. "I appreciate the offer, but I am not sure it would be appropriate for a captain and first officer to..."

James cut Sydney off "This is not a navy ship. The Company trusts us to be professionals out here.” He did not need to mention that Fujiwara Enterprises was owned in majority by House Fujiwara and that as the most senior company and family officer for five hundred light years, James’s authority was the next best thing to absolute. “Besides, in the three weeks since we left Neosaka, you have not visited my lounge once. You and Amandla are the only senior officers who we have not entertained.

"We have known each other since the sandbox Syd. I know that you went through A LOT of changes when you converted and got married. But I miss hanging out with you."

"I just wanted to give you and Reagan some space." Sydney said. "You two are so adorable together, and with our history I thought that I might mess up the chemistry. There is also the Caplanist thing. Even the people who say that they are not bothered by it get really awkward when my clothes come off. Amandla gets really touchy when people stare."

James Fujiwara had to suppress a laugh. "I get what you mean, but trust me. It will be great. Two couples enjoying good company, quality wine, and some hot xenos ass."

Sydney Myers flashed a smile at zer oldest friend. "I will not make any promises. After all, we do have a contact mission tomorrow, you know how The Major can be." James could not suppress his chuckle at the way that his first officer used the rank of zer spouse. "Ze will probably say something like 'I am not going to be the first Turner in a century to get KIA'd'” Sydney said, impersonating zer lover’s Paridisian accent. “But I will do what I can, captain." the last word coming out of Sydney's mouth with a degree of whimsy.

"I am sure that you will." James turned to the teleportal and said "Dranza-slut pens" to the command terminal. The blank wall began to shimmer before opening to another room on the ship several decks away. “I hope we see y’all there.” James walked through the swirling vortex as casually as if he were stepping through any ordinary threshold.

***

For the Dranza dwelling aboard Seed of Truth, light was all but unknown. Captain Fujiwara was a tolerant and open-minded man who allowed his human crew to practice whatever religion they wanted. Personal pen space was a standard officer perk and as far as James was concerned, how someone treated their personal chattel was their own business. But as a devout Retributor, James had made sure that the ship's public **** pens reminded the xenos of their place.

In the case of a Dranza, that meant being shoved into a small six sided hole with as many as twenty other worthless xenocunts in total darkness. To the humans perusing the lizard pens, it looks as if the alien women are stuck to the walls due to the perspective created by the gravity cage. A **** field creates a one way viewing experience allowing the humans to look down upon their once most feared enemy.

James walked up to a Vyraxis queen which sat in the grub catcher moaning in pain as one slimy larvae after another slid out of the xeno's abdomen cavity. This specialty Vyraxis had been modified to ingest otherwise indigestible materials and produce food grubs that provided all the nutrients a xeno needs to serve their masters. James watched the larvae struggle to crawl downwards towards safety. Their instincts direct them towards the gravity chute that would take the baby xenos to a stasis can for future processing.

James grabbed a grub before he began to peruse his Dranza pens. The walls were lined with dozens of the hexagonal pits stacked four high. Thousands of Dranza just feeding and fucking as they wait for the Master Race to have some use to justify their continued existence other than multiplying their misbegotten kind.

A pair of Dranza snuggling together and exchanging soft, passionate kisses caught James's attention. Despite the xenos being crammed in with over a dozen other worthless cunts, the pair of lizard girls seemed to be in their own universe. The nubile xenos females stroking one another's hair, their humanoid noses touching one another as if to let the other know where their lover's eyes are. James could not help but admire these alien's ability to find love in this dark and torturous place. The Retributor wondered if the xenos bitches would thank their human gene crafters for the feeling of love which they are enjoying. He doubted it.

James tossed the grub into the pen. The slimy larvae landed on the pair of sapphic lovers with a THUMP and began to squirm frantically in search of safety. The lesbians looked confused before all hell broke loose. The Dranza began to claw, scratch, punch, bite, and do whatever else they had to to be the one who got to eat. Eventually one of the Dranza managed to rip the Vyraxis larvae's head off and guzzle down the nutritious green slime within. The Dranza cried out in triumph before tossing the husk aside to be licked at by the inferior Dranza. James ordered three of the Vyraxis guards to retrieve the Dranza alpha and the pair of lovers.

Ignoring gravity and indifferent to the total darkness, the trio of Vyraxis warriors walked down the walls of the gravity cage and grabbed the three Dranza. All of the pens occupants screamed as they realized that some of them were being dragged away. Everyone knows that those who leave their pen rarely return.

The three Dranza cried out in pain and shock as their eyes felt the light for the first time since they had been taken from their breeding farm and loaded into this ship's hold. The lovers reached out and held one another while the alpha, realizing what was happening, prostrated herself towards James. The dranza alpha buried her expression of awe touching her forehead to the deck.

While some people programmed all their xenocunts to be dumb bimbos addicted to human cock. James's father had taught his son that when it comes to Dranza, negative emotions like fear, shame, and humiliation were far better mechanisms for control and performance management than positive emotions. When James saw the way the Dranza quivered before him, he knew exactly why Michael Fujiwara had won so many awards for his xenos.

"Nadu." James commanded. Instinct and training took over and the three Dranza got to their knees and placed their hands on their thigh's face up. Three pairs of eyes cast downward waiting for their master's commands.

"Rise for inspection" James said. The three Dranza stood up and placed their hands behind their heads as they looked straight ahead.

James could see the excitement in the trio. The three xenos-cunts would have spent their whole lives up until a few weeks ago in an industrial breeding farm on Neosaka. They would have been born in a hatchery where one in five of the newborns would not survive their first three months. They would have spent their every waking moment learning about how the only reason that they exist is to serve, obey, and please humanity. The Dranza would grow up under the watchful eyes of Ligreon overseers in compounds patrolled by Vyraxis guards that would not hesitate to tear apart and devour any Dranza who tried to run away or just stepped outside the perimeter by mistake. They would have been proctored by Zee-Rai who would evaluate how well the Dranza were absorbing the photodidactic lessons being etched into their brains with lasers. Those Dranza that did not meet expectations were culled. In the eighteen years that they would spend learning how to be the best **** possible for the human that they would one day call Master, the slaves would rarely ever see an actual human. If the Dranza ever saw a human, it was always from far away.

Then one day, The Dranza begin laying their eggs. The svelte green xenos girls begin feeling the overwhelming need to touch everyone. They become ecstatic at the feel of another living thing, absorbing the genetic material into their reproductive organs to be incorporated into the egg healthy Dranza produce regularly.

These nubile Dranza are herded into shipping containers and sealed in darkness. As they sit packed into a lightless box being transhipped, the Dranza are saturated with a tailored nano-gene therapy to imprint their owner’s identity upon them.

Now these three Dranza After eighteen years of indoctrination and three weeks of anticipation, were face to face with their Master. The man that they were programmed to worship on a genetic leve.

“Very nice.” James said as he ran his hand up the inner thigh of one of the sapphic lovers. The brunette Dranza squirmed. She could taste his maleness on his skin. It was an unknown flavor that her body absorbed for incorporation into her eggs.

“This **** exists to Serve her owner and The Master Race.” The brunette said.

“Quite right.” James said as he moved on to the other lover. James stood behind the blonde Dranza and grabbed her by the neck. James squeezed her carotid arteries slightly as he fondled the Dranza’s firm, ample breast. “You like that, don’t you, xenos?” James asked before letting the girl breathe.

“I like to please my Master.” The Dranza said.

“Good answer.” James said. The captain reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of collars. The lesbian lovers looked at one another in excited disbelief. For a **** to wear a collar was a sign that they are valued by someone. A **** wearing their owner's collar by definition has worth. For a Dranza who could not help but think of herself as a disposable xenocunt, the idea of being anything other than worthless was a fantasy come true.

James kissed the Dranza’s shoulder blades as he placed his collar around their slender, very human, throats. James turned to the teleportal “captain’s lounge, xenocunt entrance.” a swirling portal opened that was too small for a person to walk through. The Dranza girls got down on their hands and knees and crawled through the shimmering vortex.

“What about me?” The alpha Dranza said. The Raven haired girl clasped her hand over her mouth in horror having realized that she spoke to a human out of turn. The alpha cringed expecting her owner to kill her in that instant for her impudence.

Instead, James Fujiwara stroked the nubile Dranza’s cheek. “Oh. I have something special planned for you.” James attached an armlet to the Dranza’s right bicep before shoving the **** girl to her knees. “Go on, Xenos.” James said, kicking the alien in her very human looking ass.

James closed the portal, grabbed a few more grubs and watched the Dranza scramble to enjoy larvae slime before he opened the teleportal again. “Captain’s Sanctum.” James said.

“Biometrics and access code required.” The computer said. James typed in the code, the security system scanned to make sure that the fingerprints and retinal scans matched the list of authorized personnel before the teleportal opened to the private entrance to James’s inner quarters.

“I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I tell them.” James said as he stepped through the swirling vortex.