Trading Stories; Swapping Slaves.

Snowball had known Sydney when zhe was still a she. The white-haired concubine turned madame would have to be extra careful not to slip up and call zer ‘mistress’ by mistake. Though Snowball did not think that it would be that difficult. It was hard to believe that the six and a half foot tall creature of sinewy grace and predatory muscle that the **** would have thought had a Ligreon quality to zer, if such thoughts were not so blasphemous, was the same little girl that would build sand castles on Lord Michael’s estate when Snowball was only a kitten. “Welcome, Transcendent Masters.” The Ligreon said in a moving genuflection. The **** woman got down onto one knee and spread her arms wide. “My owner, Lord James Fujiwara, Mecha’ExtremePrejudice, Captain of The Seed of Truth, Dominance of FranceProvince upon the world Arisaka Secundus, bids you welcome. My Master wishes to extend onto you the full enjoyment of the fruits of his garden.” A pair of nearby cat-girls standing next to an adorable Schar boy giggled. Amandla thought that those two female fruits are a little too enthusiastic for plucking. The boy on the other hand was exactly the sort of anxious nervousness that zhe loved in zer toyboys. Seeing the lasagna, Snowball snapped her fingers and with a few gestures called over the Schar boy to take the pasta dish to the dinner table. Snowball watched Amandla watching the wild caught alien’s butt as he hurried off.

“Gratitude.” Snowball said with an elaborate bow. “If you will follow me. Please keep in mind that all the breeders within the garden’s default setting is to produce slaves. Reproductive settings can be changed on the collar.” Snowball did not turn herself around, merely pointed to the controls on the back of her neckband that let the humans alter the fertility of their slaves as well as determine whether the products of any couplings will be human, xenos, or an adjinn-hybrid.

Amandla looked around and tried to count how many concubines their captain had on display here but gave up after twenty four when zhe saw a quartet of Amarleans leap out of the air. “How many xeno fuck toys does one man need?” Amandla whispered to Sydney.

“She can hear you.” Sydney said. “And it is not about needing them for himself. It is about projecting power by playing the part of a good host.” Sydney hugged zer CoDom as the blonde tran gave the tall Garex girl’s leash a tug.

“I would have thought that his 40 foot tall mecha of mass destruction would project more than enough power.” Amandla said as ze found that boy again. The sweet young thing was saying something to one of the Schar women playing with the band when a Vyraxis dominatrix stung the youth’s adorable butt with her tail. Amandla could not help but chuckle at the adorable way the boy jumped when his ass felt the snap of the overseers whiptail.

“You are not wrong. The Seraphim armor suits are the foundation of all of the Great Houses’ power and James knows that. But to quote Lord Michael, ‘the left hand must be seen giving more than what the right hand actually takes.’” Sydney said doing zer impression of the sultan of Arisaka Secundus.

“What?” Amandla asked.

“Nothing.” Sydney said, not feeling like giving her spouse a rehash of one of the old lectures about power and governance zhe had listened to when zhe was a little girl growing up in the palace, the daughter of a kitchen’s assistant who was somehow allowed to become friends with the son of a planetary monarch. “I have known James a long time. As well as he plays the role of the border lord’s son with the huge retinue and the extravagant feasts, the truth is that he keeps all of this.” The trans gestured around. “Out of a sense of noblesse oblige. These xenos are for us. Show any particular interest in one of them and there is a very good chance that James will offer them as a gift. He is not one to get attached to xenos, with only a few notable exceptions.”

As if on cue, the two trans heard the sounds of bells and bangles moments before hearing an exuberant young girl cry out in pure joy. “Auntie Syd!” Jangles said before backflipping into the air and landing in Sydney’s arms. “I missed you!” The xeno-girl said before giving the human a hug.

Amandla was incredulous. Zhe had never seen a **** behave with such impudence. Zhe had never heard of a **** behaving in such an impudent manner. Amandla could not believe that a **** was capable of behaving like that. The only logical conclusion, Amandla presumed, was that this teenage **** girl had been trained to act like this from a very young age. As if to confirm zer suspicions, Amandla watched as Sydney rub the xeno-cunt’s nose with zer own, a broad grin blossoming across the transcendent’s face. “I missed you to Jangle-butt.” Sydney said as zhe gave the alien teen an audible slap to her ass. “Jangles, Sweetie, this is my Co-Dom, Amandla. Amandla, this is James’s xeno-wife, Jangles.”

Amandla cocked an eyebrow. Zhe had never seen zer Co-Dom treat a xeno like a person before. Sydney let Jangles down to the grass covered floor. The xeno stretched forward her hands to kowtow and kiss Amandla’s toe rings. “This **** is most delighted to meet you.” Amandla saw the xeno’s tail swaying as she spoke, transfixed by the gold chains and bejeweled rings that made the girl’s every movement a musical note. “This **** is looking forward to getting to know you.” Jangles said as she rose to kneel before the ebony skinned human. Amandla was pleasantly surprised when the almost human Ligreon **** girl looked up to meet her gaze. “This body has only known the touch of her Master-Husband. But she has been instructed to worship your cock with the devotion and enthusiasm a **** is expected to show her owner.” Jangles bowed down and kissed Amandla’s toes again before she assumed the Nadu, spreading her thighs wide to show off the labia and clitoral rings which pierced the nubile’s genitals.

Amandla engorged zerself. “Men have cocks.” The ebony trans’s prehensile phallus extended from beneath the shimmering curtain hardlight that simulated the function of a skirt. “Transcendents have a Font of Holy Seed, or font.” Amandla said as the tip of zer shaft stroked the teenage girl’s cheek and played with the nubile’s lips.

“Mmmmm.” Jangles licked and swirled the tip of the strange cock-like thing around her tongue. Jangles tried to do the thing that her Master liked her to do with her mouth but the trans had a vagina where the balls were supposed to be. No matter, after using her tongue to tickle and clean the human’s perennial region, the teenager sucked on the font as hard as she could before the youth released the shaft from her oral administrations. “This one understands, Most Exalted, Transcendent, Master.”

Amandla chuckled. “Rise and be at ease. You may refer to yourself.” Zhe said. Jangles hopped onto her hands and stood there doing vertical pushups for a moment before back flipping onto her feet.

“I.” Jangles giggled as the **** annunciated the personal pronoun. “am grateful for your kindness and magnanimity.” The pet girl bowed before her eased manner allowed her attention to drift from strict discipline. “OhMyGoodGods! She is so cute!” Jangles said, the Ligreon’s gaze fixed squarely on Rosie. “She is so little, yet big in all the right places.” Jangles said shaking the tiny girl’s enormous breasts. “OhWow! Look at her eyes when she blinks, does she always do that with the top set blinking before the bottom set? Mommy.” Jangles turned her head towards Tigra as the older Ligreon walked arm in arm with James in front of the litter within which rode Reagan with a quartet of Dranza clad in red silk. The small woman shamelessly enjoyed being worshipped by four worthless green skinned xeno-cunts while she was carried by a mixture of Schar and Amarlean girls, boys, and studs. Jangles paid her owner’s paramour no mind. “Look. It is an Egaz. Look at its hands. It has five fingers AND two thumbs! I bet it must give really good hand jobs. Its head is certainly the right height.” The teenage xeno-wive gently but firmly grabbed the Egaz by her hair and directed her mouth in such a way that Rosie had **** but to lick Jangle’s labia and clit rings. “Isn’t she adorable, Master-Daddy?” Jangles said.

James blushed. The man had wished that his young xeno-bride did not use her childhood-pet name for him in front of company. Had it been any of his other household chattel, the offending xeno would have been severely punished with chemicals, shocks, neurolash, or a trip to the agony booth. If it were a Dranza, the words ‘to ****’ would be added. But James seemed incapable of being mad at his Jangle-belle. The man could hardly fault the little slut for calling him Daddy when he encouraged it while he was inside of her. “She is a prime specimen of a particularly exotic breed, and wild caught to boot.” James said as he inspected the xeno with his eyes and fingers. Jangles gave her Master the pouty look that told him that his sweetie-pie really wanted something and would be oh so happy if her Daddy got it for her.

Rosie did her best to keep her breathing steady and her gaze relaxed as she was inspected by the lord. Rosie had spent more than one evening of her captivity in the Turner-Myers harem fantasizing about a young handsome mech pilot whisking her away to spend her days making him weapons and her nights making him babies. Now, after reading his biography almost half a hundred times since boarding his vessel, Lord James Fujiwara, 3rd pilot of a top twenty MkIII SERAPH-core powered mecha in The Federation of Mankind, was sticking his fingers in Rosie’s mouth and examining her teeth with one hand as the other hand examines the firmness of the Egaz’s thighs, buttocks, abdominals, and breasts. “She is well maintained, and wild caught. Did you catch this one yourself?” James asked, his hands wandering the Egaz’s body as he conversed with her owner.

Amandla shrugged. “The twerp was part of the spoils I took home from my last tour. Not too much to say about it. Her clan was indentured on a big hauler we caught about three hundred C-years CoreSpinward of Arisaka Octavius.”

“Sounds exciting.” James said as the pretty young Schar boy came around with Champagne Secundus.

“It was.” Amandla said. The transcendent took a flute of libations with one hand as zer other hand caressed the young waiter’s arm and neck. “Exciting, sure. but in that ‘My typical day at work involves people dying.’ sort of way…”

***

The bridge was cut off from the rest of the ship. It was a race between the traitorous senior officers being able to override the safety protocols that keep the secondary systems from blowing up the ship and the Federation’s shock matines’ SERAPH teams cutting their way through their security drones, or so they thought.

That particular ship had been transporting a Majeeyo. The snarling psi-beast was not something that Amandla’s team had been prepared for. The light and fast blaster-blades that they had been using barely scratched the armored hide of the monster when the thing came bellowing out of the darkness and smashed into Rollins. Amandla heard the marine’s grid-reinforced power armor straining to hold together as the unnatural product of the Alliance’s desperation used its supernal strength to tear the human apart. It gave Amandla’s team the time they needed to fall back and rearm themselves with power weapons. “Alright team, you know the drill.” Captain Austin Yost said through their comms channel. “Squad DinoReaver, form Gridfire cannon. Squad ZeoStorm.” The captain banged his power sword on his chest shield. “Let’s peel this onion.”

For Amandla, it was all a blur. Zhe blasted away with zer storm axe’s shotgun mode as zhe advanced on the bloated, slimy, abomination. The thing had belched some sort of burning acid at them, but Captain Yost had tanked most of the blast on the protective aura of his shield mantle. What did get through splashing harmlessly off of their form fitting power armor. Amandla heard the ZWING sound of trooper Quan’s laser daggers flying past zer helmet to strike the majeeyo right in its third chin before flying back towards their owner. Moments later the young woman herself flipped over Amandla’s head, caught the returning daggers in mid-air and cried out with righteous indignation as Quan tore savagely into the beast. The THUNK-BANG, THUNK-BANG, of trooper Johnson’s star bow filled the chamber with noise that would have deafened anyone not wearing a protective helmet. Captain Yost was using his sword to find the weak points in the creature's armor and tear the thing open. Amandla flipped zer axe around and started really tearing away the creature’s outer layers to expose the **** mutagenized tissues.

“““DinoReaver GridFire Cannon Ready!””” The squad said. Amandla and the other members of squad ZeoStorm got out of the way and allowed their sister squad to obliterate the creature.

There were no other major obstacles, a few security drones which stood no chance against humanity’s finest warriors. Captain Yost cut through the bridge’s armored hatch with a theatrical insouciance and kicked the door in to reveal the cowering bridge officers who blubbered pathetically as they were saturated with NOXET.

***

Amandla said finished zer story. Zhe realized that zhe had finished off zer beverage in the middle of the story. The adorable Schar boy with his cute antennae swaying stared at the trans-human as ze looked into his eyes before taking another glass of bubbly. “Quite a lot of Schar.” Zhe said.

“I was in the first wave to touch Scharun’s soil.” James said. “Near the end of my service term. They had a lot of ships, it was a tough scrap.” James’s fingers and thumb began to fidget using the Egaz’s perky breast which rested as a convenient height for his hand. Rosie let slip a mewling noise as she bit her plump, very human, lips. “But that really was a marine war. All tight corridors and zone clearance. The Alliance knew we were coming and they had dug in deep. Each subsector with its own independent life support system meant fighting for every inch of those three Arcos. Not that they were not trying their best to kill us while we provided heavy support and overwatch.

“If I am being honest, I was given more than my fair share of the scrawny bitches.” Amandla noticed the Schar boy wincing ever so slightly at being called a bitch. Zhe had heard that many of the wild caught males had been finding the adjustment to their new lives in bondage to be particularly difficult, given humanity’s predilections towards their kind.

James felt Rosie’s nipples growing erect in his palm, and remembering that look on his SweetGirl’s face when she was playing with the diminutive xeno-cunt prompted James to ask. “So, what is the value of this Collared to you?” Rosie felt the mech-pilot grab her chin and toy with her lips as the lord posed the question to her owner.

Before Amandla could answer, Sydney stepped forward and placed zero fingers on zer spouse’s arm. “My stronger half does not know this game. Zhe is an honest trans and was probably about to name the Red Book value of an Egaz female in her 200s.” A value that was roughly forty shackles. Sydney gave zer spouse a smug grin, as if to convey that this is why you do not bring your pets to a lord's garden party. “The girl is a valued companion. She holds a lot of sentimental value. We could not part with her even for a hundred shackles.”

Amandla could not hide zer shock. She liked Rosie well enough, but pricing the little cunt at over a hundred shackles was absurd. Amandla would have liquidated the xeno-dwarf for half of that value. Before zhe could say a word, James smiled and nodded, a hundred shackles not appearing in his hand. “I completely understand. I would not want to leave you without attendants.” James grabbed the last glass of wine from the tray. Before the Schar **** boy could leave to get another tray, James grabbed the xenos by his shoulder. “Does he please you?” James asked Amandla. The transcendent stepped right up to the youth and engorged zerself. Amandla reached zer font under the boy’s skirt. James laughed at the shocked and awkward expression on the young man’s face.

“He is well endowed.” Amandla said as zhe reached zer hand under the boy’s skirt. “What is your name, xeno?”