Acquisition and Evaluation: Yma's Tale.

Yma, or Yeema as her name sounded when she had tried to say it with humanized vocal chords, had had the difference between a whore-slut and a slut-whore explained to her by a chatty green skinned makeup artist. “A slut-whore is a person, sometimes even a human, who makes herself available to people willing to pay the price the slut sets for herself as a whore. Close your eyes dear.” The Dranza brushed something on the Knavar’s eyelids and started drawing something around the woman’s eyes with a pencil. “You are a whore-slut. Your master, our Master, has decided to place you in his garden for the pleasure of his crew. Your body is free to use for anyone who wants you. You are the captain’s way of showing his gratitude to the humans that chose to follow him. It is a huge honor.”

“I know.” Yeema said, holding back her tears of very mixed emotions. The woman who had been her husband’s wife, her children’s mother, and a sister of a pack, reached her hand up to feel the **** collar that sat snugly around her throat and truly realized that all of those old relationships were gone. Even if she ever did see her family again, they would not be her family, not really. They would just be other people, other domesticated xenos for whom only one relationship really mattered, the one that they had with their owner.

Nothing had gone the way that Yeema had wanted. The pack sister had wanted to explore the nature gardens with her blood kin, but then Frdl got roped into going with her cousin and the other kids wanted to check out the pup rooms. With the kids having run off, Zpht just had to go and see the humans up close and talked Yma into going along with him.

It was immediately obvious to all of the Knavar who had gone through geneforging that their unhumanized kin were being confined to a tiny fraction of the enormous city spinning in space. 5sstnt had been a huge help. The mechanical woman was a fountain of helpful information and an extraordinary listener. She always knew exactly what to say and helped Yeema navigate the enormity of the asteroid habitat while Yeema told the machine all about her life, her shipboard duties, her husband, her kids, their accomplishments, their foibles, and the things that she could find just so frustrating about trying to raise a proper family as the Knavar woman explored the wonder that the humans had built for their new subjects.

The Knavar quickly learned that there were a lot of ways for a woman to make money in The Federation. A few bits for modeling clothes on a runway, A link for work as a backup dancer, a quarter of a chain for acting in a short film, and the tips a woman could make from letting people use her body for drinking tequila was almost enough for Yeema to buy her own **** girl.

As she browsed the shelves and displays of the shops, Yeema realized that nearly everything was free. The humans could replicate nigh just about anything. “So, what do I need this money for?” Yeema asked her Mekani companion, holding up her arm to show the links of malmetal she wore around her wrist.

“You cannot replicate a Dranza.” answered the Mekani. “People have to pay for people. Some of the bars and experiences charge admission and premiums.”

Yeema had discovered that it only took a few bits to feel like you are rich in The Federation. From spa’s where mermaids soak with you as they scrub you clean to restaurants where it is impossible to tell if the servers are male or female until you pay money to strip them down and have sex with them on the tables regardless of what anatomy the participants might possess, Federation subjects had refined the art of enjoyment. If this was how the alien slaves partied, then Yeema could only imagine what the human masters did for fun.

Yeema found it ironic that there were practically no humans in the humanized section of the habitat. Yeema would see people shout and point as one of the humans might move through the crowds of aliens. But the overwhelming majority of people out smoking, drinking, and getting wild with the green skinned girls were other Knavar and the non-human members of the Federation ship’s crew. That had not bothered Yeema as much as she would have thought. The dreams of being held and touched by her lord was still fresh in the Knavar’s mind. She knew who she belonged to and took satisfaction from that connection. After all, it was not as if Yeema and the other Knavar lacked for things to do.

For awhile, Yeema thought that the party would never end. Whenever the woman got tired she only had to pop over to one of the biorecharger pods. The xenos only had to close their eyes and a few seconds stretched out to become nine hours of sleep.

When the party did come to an end, Yeema was with her friends and fellow mothers Shakritz, Putchath, and Nerintho, as well as their Mekani companions at one of the tamer bars, which was to say that the patrons refrained from the heavier narcotics and people tended to keep their clothes on, unless they were dancing in a cage.

Putchath passed around shots and raised them in a toast “To absent husbands and having a little breathing space.” The milfs all cheered and clinked their glasses. The four women heard a slow clap and turned to see a Ligreon woman with snow white hair dressed in a white cocktail dress that was so tight that it had had to have been replicated directly onto the woman’s body.

“An appropriate sentiment.” Snowball snapped her fingers. “Another round for the ladies.” The Ligreon passed around the second round of shots brought over by a Zee Rai. “To our Lord and Master, James Fujiwara. May we please him in all ways and prove to be his most valuable assets.” The women all cheered and enthusiastically downed their libations.

“Do you have a name, friend?” asked Nerintho.

“You can address me as Madame Snowball.” said Snowball. “And we are not friends.” The felinid looked the four women up and down with the look of someone undressing people with her eyes. “Yes, y’all do look as if you will do nicely. Though, the A.I.s do get it wrong sometimes. All of you. Come with me for inspection.” The woman said.

“Why would we do that?” asked Yeema.

“Detain the assets and transport them for evaluation.” said Snowball. A moment later, Yeema felt a hand close around her wrist with an iron grip. 5sstnt and the other Mekani’s faces became expressionless as they dragged the women off to the closest portal.

***

After what felt like hours of proding, poking, and painful geneforging, Yeema woke up in a strange bed dressed in a bandeau bra and sweatpants with a small serpentine Mekani wrapped around her bicep like a living armlet and a diamond ring around one of her fingers. The machine wriggled silently as the Knavar woman explored the apartment where she was being held prisoner. The unit had two bedrooms with builtin wardrobe replicators that shared a large bathroom with a bath tub large enough to swim in as well as a shower large enough for a dozen people. All three rooms opened to a complete kitchen that was open to a communal sitting area centered around a hologram display. As soon as she looked at the shimmering table, Snowball’s face appeared floating in the air staring right at the Knavar woman.

“Hello, beautiful.” said hologram Snowball. “This is your final test. In one hour, a man is going to walk through that door. That man is your husband. He paid for a loyal, loving, and adoring wife who will perform her duties by The Book. All you have to do is follow the rules and be a proper xeno-wife for one night. If you fail, you will not be the only one who is punished.” Snowball saw the door to her prison open long enough for a young xeno girl to walk in and join the older Knavar woman.

“Hi Mommy.” The younger Knavar said.

“Glorina? Is that you” Yeema exclaimed. It took the mother a moment to recognize that the young nubile in the bra and miniskirt that barely covered the girl's substantial tits and ass, but when she saw that it was indeed her daughter in a humanized form, but over a dozen years older, the Knavar woman became horrified. How had her little girl grown into a sexy woman in only a few days? Yeema did not have to speculate.

“Studies have shown that wild caught xeno squirts will increase their market value by forty three percent through the automated child rearing programs. Our Master ordered all of your clan’s pups to be placed in accelogyms for their own benefit. While you were soaking in the mineral baths with the fish xenos licking the dead skin off your ass, Your daughter was all alone in a box with only A.I. holograms for company. She was trained to serve The Master Race by the best minds of The Fujiwara Corporation. While you were getting paid to play dress up, your little girl was getting worked every day without a break to maximize her value. All of those years of hard work and painful discipline paid off, didn’t they? What a beautiful nubile your little girl has grown to become. And I will make sure that she spends the rest of her life as a xeno’s xeno if you fuck up tonight. If you screw this up, I will have you and your little angel sent to the dirtiest, nastiest Quad Block in the whole Arisaka Cluster if your darling husband gives you anything less than a six star review.” Yeema could hear her daughter whimper as the threat drained the blood from her face. “I suggest you make yourself ready. One hour.” The hologram winked out. Yeema stared at the massive tome titled “The Xeno-Wife’s Manuel; Standards and Practices for Proper Husband Care.” Yeema strained as she lifted the enormous coffee table book, her eyes going wide at the weight of the rules that she was going to be judged under.

“Looks like we don’t have a lot of time. You do some speed reading, just focus on the front and back of each chapter, that is where the summary notes are. I will get dinner started.” The teenage girl said as she tied her long hair back.”

“Sweetie. I…” Yeema was cut off when her daughter snapped at her.

“We do not have time for that. You heard what Master’s pet said. Our lives are literally on the line! For Owner God’s sake, focus!”

***

One hour later, the door to her apartment cell opened.

“Honey! I am home.” The Ligreon called out.

“Welcome home dear. How was your day?” Said Yeema, the woman had changed into a dress that showed off her cleavage and handed the stranger a martini.

“Much better, now.” the man said as he stroked Yeema’s thigh and kissed his bride. The woman did not break character and returned his kiss with passionate enthusiasm. “Dinner smells amazing.” The man said.

“Daddy!” Glorina came rushing out of her room, the trained concubine had timed her pacing so that her evening’s Miles had enough time to prepare for the teenager to jump into his arms and wrap her legs around his waist. “I missed you!” Glorina waited to see how the customer would respond. Would he put her down and pat her head and expect her to behave like an innocent virgin, would he slap her to show that he intended to treat her like a naughty girl who would spend the whole night being a sponge of pain or ****, or something else?

The answer was something else. The man squeezed the nubile’s ass, kissed her forehead, and toyed with her lips with his thumb. The trained concubine knew that this meant that what Miles wanted was a sweet yet mischievous tease who was to amuse her Daddy with her sensuality and youthful antics, but not to take it too far and act like a total slut.

“Go wash up and change for dinner, sweetling.” said the man she had been trained to assume was named Miles.

“Yes, Daddy. Do you want me to show you some of the dances I learned at school over many years today?” said Glorina.

“After dinner sweetheart. I want you to show me what you learned about waiting on your man, foot in hand.” said Miles.

“Oh, yes, Daddy.” Glorina ran off to her room and left her mother alone with the horny cat man.

“Everything smells delicious.” said Miles as he pulled Yeema into his arms and ran his nose along her neck and clavicle. “You were worth every bit.” The xeno male licked the soft skin of the woman’s throat before he enjoyed her lips as his fingers found just the spot to make the woman gush and yelp in sudden stimulation. “Patience dear, I will get to that later.”

Dinner was deep fried spoo and chips, simple and easy food that Glorina had cooked using grox tallow and replicated rosemary with a spicy sweet dipping sauce. The teenager had changed into a smart poncho and matching miniskirt that shimmered as they barely covered the girl as she knelt to massage Miles’s feet. Miles lay on the couch with his head resting in Yeema’s lap. He fluctuated between looking up into lovely eyes and huge tits of his wife and closing his eyes and humming to himself as he enjoyed being fed in the same manner that most humans enjoyed their meals.

Once he was full, Miles sat up and beckoned his wife and daughter to finish his left-overs and snuggle side by side with their man as he put on a documentary series hologram about The Kroxaa. They watched the first two episodes. One about the biology and early history of the Saurians with a lot of speculation on their primaeval origins.

“It is amazing how they can spend forty six minutes saying ‘we don’t know.’”

“Can you imagine living on a ship that is millions of years old? It just seems unreal to me.” said Miles.

The second episode was about The Great Raid of 29 AL. After a few minutes of watching the archival footage, Miles felt both women bury their heads in his chest and crotch. “Oh geez. I knew this series was intense, but I really did not mean to freak you both out. I am sorry. I really am.” said Miles after he turned off the documentary in mid evisceration, the image briefly paused on an eight foot tall crocidilian with a bionic chainsaw ripping through a crowded park as he eats a man with one hand and fires a pulse rifle at police officers with his other hand before fading into pixels and ether. “Sweetheart, you said that you wanted to dance for Daddy?” Miles rubbed Glorina’s nose and lips as he asked.

“Oh, Yes, Daddy. Do you want me solo or should I call a friend or five?” Glorina asked.

After a moment of thinking, Miles told the rented nubile to “call one special friend, and go get changed.” Glorina giggled and used the touchscreen wall to order a Dranza. Less than a minute later, a green skinned girl showed up looking marginally confused before getting dragged into the nubiles’ bedroom.

Alone together, Yeema leaned in to kiss the man who was technically her husband and felt a soft relief as his warm mouth caressed her soft lips. Yeema knew how important it was to make this man happy. The woman knew that would be much easier if this man, this “Miles”, believed that he made her happy. So she closed her eyes, ignored the smell, and pretended that she was kissing her lord.

As Miles unclipped her dress and slid the garment off of her slender frame, Yeema imagined herself in the private chambers of Lord James Fujiwara. The alien woman pretended that it was his hand that cupped her breast, that it was his tunic atop which she was gyrating. She tried to think about how it would feel to grind in his lap and tease his cock when Yeema was saved by the sound of her daughter’s laughter.

“Am I interrupting?” asked Gloriana. “Because I can…”

“No!” Miles took a breath. “I mean. Replicate an extra big blanket for Daddy, then show me what you got.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Glorina and the Dranza stood in front of Yeema and Miles wearing a silky shroud. As one, the two dancers dropped their body veils to show that they wore nothing but body tape, glitter, high heels, and a thong. The two young ladies maneuvered their bodies with a fluid grace and coordination that could only come from years of training.

The girls started off displaying their tap dancing and jazz fusion skills before Gloriana took a dominant position and used the Dranza to show off her ballroom dancing skills. Slowing, then quickly, the dance evolved into the two girls on their knees kissing one another as the Dranza explored the young bitch fresh from her training box and found all of her little sweet spots, tender areas, and places to touch to really get the nubile xeno girl going. Miles was paying attention making mental notes while he cuddled with his wife.

Underneath the thick blanket, Yeema was entirely naked except for her wedding ring and her whore band lying on top of an equally naked xeno man. The two of them had their heads poking out of the blanket while underneath it the Ligreon toyed and teased the woman who was his wife under Federation Law, if only for a few hours. Miles clasped her hands, caressed her ass, toyed with the hair of her muff, licked and nibbled her ears, and moved to accommodate her while she jerked him off while he watched his daughter being bent by a nameless greenskin.

“That was amazing, dear.” said Miles. “Why don’t you and your friend go get the bath started, Mommy and Daddy will be along soon.”

When the nubiles were gone, Miles flipped Yeema onto her back and buried himself in her tits. “Oh, by the Owner God, I want you.” Miles grabbed his shaft with one hand and Yeema’s thigh with the other, teased her soft wet lips concealed in moist, silky, trim, pubic hair, and pushed. Then he pushed again, and again, and again. He started grunting as he pushed. His breathing became heavy as he pushed harder, and harder, and hard.

Yeema squeezed the couch as she was pushed down, down, harder than anyone had ever pushed her before. This man might not be human, but he was humanized enough to show the Knavar bitch a kind of sexual release that she did not believe her kind could achieve without the benevolent uplifting by The Master Race. Yeema’s eyes went wide as she realized that her body was made for sex. She was designed to give and receive pleasure. Upon this revelation, Yeema’s spine arched, her eyes rolled back, and she could not help but bite Miles’s shoulder as her world shattered under the weight of Miles pushing her to love her life as a whore for the humans.

***

Miles watched the Dranza wash his wife and daughter before commanding the green skinned girl to put on a breather field and work below the water. Then Miles enjoyed the feeling of his two bitches scrubbing him clean as he soaked in the warm mineral bath. “You are both particularly good at this.” said Miles as Yeema and Glorina were shampooing his hair and mane, their breasts rubbing against him with a careless abandon and diamond hard nipples.

“Go on then, Daddy will be along to tuck you in,” said Miles. The Ligreon’s gaze lingered on the nubile girl’s heart shaped hind parts as she walked into her bedroom. Miles stepped out of the bath and had his wife and the Dranza dry him off and wrap him in a bathrobe. The man kissed his wife and told her to “Put on something…alluring, and make yourself comfortable.” Yeema turned and did not watch the man as he walked into her daughter’s bedroom.

Unlike her mother, Glorina was a screamer. “Oh Daddy! Fuck. Fuck Yes! Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me! Oh Yes Daddy!” the young girl called out with each THUMP of the bed made by Miles’s pushing. Yeema tried to ignore the noise as she stepped into the fashion fabricator. The naked woman examined herself in the triple mirror of the device wearing different varieties of lingerie that were tagged under the phrase ‘alluring’. When she finally found an outfit that she loved and had it replicated directly onto her body, Yeema heard a familiar voice tell her. “You look beautiful.”

“Oh Ancestors!” Yeema cried out as she saw Zpht’s face on the wall of the room. “How much have you…”

“All of it.” said Zpht cutting of his ex-wife in mid sentence. “They paid me to watch it, after they paid me to watch a clip show of what you have been up to since going on the market. I guess my live reactions to you and Glor…” the cuckolded Knavar sighed audibly. “...on your entertainment debuts is something that The Masters find entertaining enough to give me two days quota and another five hundred credits to have this conversation with you.”

“Ziphit. How are you?” said Yeema.

“It’s Zophot. At least that is how I have been saying it. How am I? Well, I share a room with five other guys and a Vyraxis Dominatrix who only whips us whenever she feels like it. On the bright side, I get unlimited use of the biorecharger that we all share and all the larvae guts I can eat from the communal maggot pile. Everything else costs money, and let me tell you, after you pay off your quota, there ain’t much left for grox flank and martinis.” Zophot went quiet before he started to laugh, then Zpht screamed. The man started pounding on the wall in a rage. Spittle flying from his mouth as furious anger exploded from the man. It was only when a black leather tendril from off screen wrapped around Zophot’s throat with the sound of a whip crack that choked the fight out of the xeno man did the Knavar male calm down and get released. “You know what they told me? They told me that you are going to become Lord James Fujiwara’s personal ****. Yeah. I can say his name because he is not legally my owner. Legally I am liquified. I belong to a financial institution. I am owned by a fucking bank!” Zophot fell to his knees and started to cry. “So, congratu-fucking-lations, ****. Or. Screw it up. **** at the last minute. That would be fucking hilarious to see you on the verge of become the personal property of a prince, then find yourself in wholesale. I don’t think I really care either way.” He glared at her for a few more minutes until his image vanished as suddenly as it appeared a half heartbeat before Miles walked through the door.

“Everything alright dear?” asked Miles.

Yeema remembered how much was at stake and pushed her emotions down with a deep breath. “You tell me. How do I look?” The Knavar woman gave her new husband a twirl. “Do I please you?”

“In all things” said Miles before he tackled the woman into their bed and began another round of pushing.

***

“Congratulations.” said Snowball as Yeema knelt before her. “I really thought that the last curve would throw you. But your ex having a meltdown like that did not throw you in the slightest. You kept your cool and your character in extremis. You rode your first Mile and got a six star review.” Yeema felt a shiver go down her spine as she heard the CLICK of the collar locking itself shut. A soft moan escaped the woman’s lips as the malmetal band tightened around her throat. “You have truly proven yourself worthy of calling yourself a ****.”