Empire of Decay: Bargain

Certain pieces of jargon and units of measurements have been translated into proper human and Earth-based terms, for the benefit of this file’s superior human readerbase.

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Just as Sergeant Rainsong and Private Ramirez made their way from Mok’s pen to the mess hall, Captain Arvati Najaderesh was heading back to her office to finalize what she needed to interrogate Mok, when a diminutive form came rushing up to her from ahead.

“Captain! Captain!” Squeaked her utterly adorable assistant, Lala, tottering as fast as she could in her platform heels. The demeaningly sex footwear gave the Egaaz slavegirl some much needed extra height while also causing her tits and ass to jut out at a pleasing angle. Avarti felt a stirring, watching the diminutive slavegirl trot forth in her tight blouse and miniskirt, tits and ass jiggling uncontrollably from her frantic motion.

“What’s the matter, Lala?” Avarti asked, standing still and waiting for the breathless Egaaz to meet her. When she did, they continued to walk in a matching stride. Avarti reached down to pet the girl atop her thick white hair, done up in a tight and professional bun. Lala shuddered from the contact, gazing up at her owner with worship and adoration, her four trembling eyes watering behind her double pair of glasses. All of her accoutrements were designed to make her look like the perfect administrative assistant.

“Uh…” Lala stared and drooled at Avarti for a bit longer than a moment, utterly in awe of her as her programming dictated. “Uh, yes… Doctor Wei is in your office, requesting a meeting…”

That fact was enough to kill Avarti’s good mood, even with her fawning **** nearby looking as adorable and needy as ever. Shoulders slumping and frowning, Avarti said, “Is she now…?” in a terse voice.

“I can reschedule if you wish, Captain.” Lala immediately offered in a frantic tone, seeing how upset her mistress was and **** to please her in any way. Fumbling with a tablet, she then added. “Apologies for upsetting you Captain. I will inform the doctor you are busy and-”

Avarti pressed a finger to Lala’s lips, having to bend down to meet her. The Egaaz **** trembled again, feeling the divine digit pressed against her soft, pouty lips.

“You did not upset me, dearie. Doctor Wei did.” Avarti soothed her beloved assistant, the only **** to her name, and her favourite plaything. “And there’s no point in trying to put her off. She’s cunning and tenacious. Better get it over with.”

“Hmm, yes Captain. Of course, Captain. You’re so wise, Captain.”

Lala’s sycophantic fawning did make her feel a little better, so that Avarti didn’t miserably trudge to her office and the waiting rippershark of a woman. Having Lala by her side for the journey and the meeting wouldn’t hurt, either.

Doctor Valerie Wei was the sole medical officer aboard the Noah Agamatta, which made things more than a little awkward because her true occupation, calling, and passion was as a geneforge engineer. Meaning Captain Najaderesh’s troops had no proper care if they got seriously hurt and the young, brilliant woman before her currently had no aliens to modify to her liking.

And did she like to modify whatever lifeform came to her lab. Flanking the young woman - short and slender with neatly cropped black hair - were her own attendants that followed Dr. Wei everywhere. A pair of Amarlean women that the young doctor had clearly spent hours at the forge perfecting and hours in wardrobe accessorizing. Both had long, flowing red hair that was not natural to the species. Both were tight, revealing qipao dresses. Both had absurdly gigantic and thick penises that were seemingly always erect. One used to be male before undergoing a sex change program at the doctor’s eager behest. She had bright blue skin and was tall and willowy, ultra feminine next to her (biologically female) companion, who was bulging with muscles and coloured pink to match her formerly male companion. Both stood while the doctor sat, their throbbing, turgid cocks level with her face, bobbing and pulsating with primal need. The Amarlean slaves were stonefaced otherwise.

“Dr, Wei.” Avarti began, trying to thread the needle of looking at Valerie in her eyes but not at the bulging purple tips of the xeno-futa cock before her. Valeria wore a playful cat’s smile, an expression she always wore, but an outsider might assume she was enjoying shoving her ****’s penises in the face of her CO. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Avarti **** herself to smile as she uttered the pleasantry, but only after a hurrying Lala poured everyone tea.

“Oh, Captain, we both know why I’m here.” Dr. Wei said, tone matching her smile. “I heard we have a… guest, for lack of a better term. Or, wait, no… we picked up a stray! A stray lizzie from this blasted rock!” Avarti sipped on her tea, doing nothing to betray herself. “I’m here to ask why our guest hasn’t been stripped, scrubbed, sanitized and sent down to my lab for standard enslavement protocols.”

“She requested parley and I accepted. I have given her safe conduct.” Avarti said in a neutral tone. Dr. Wei chuckled and shook her head in reply.

“Parley? For an alien? And for a Dranza at that? Those wretched things don’t deserve anything from us, let alone the promise of safe conduct?” She leaned back in her chair, head craning to her two **** attendants. “Do they, girls?”

“Dranza are the enemy and the enemy must be punished.” The pink futa-bimbo said.

“Free xenos live a worthless, painful existence. She will be much happier serving the master race.” The blue futa-bimbo said.

“Correct!” Dr. Wei rewarded the blue-skinned Amarlean trans-**** by stroking the top of her cock with her finger. The calm, emotionless facade immediately broke, as the former-male moaned like a bitch in heat, tongue lolling out, entire body twitching from the barest touch of her owner.

Dr. Wei then turned back to Avarti, still edging the blue-skined Amarlean. “Have you contacted your superiors regarding this egregious breach of conduct?”

“I will be conducting an interrogation of the prisoner and have requested the FIA for assistance.” Avarti answered without answering. “I would hardly call this egre-”

“But have you contacted your superiors in the military?” Dr. Wei cut her off and, before Avarti could answer, added. “No. No you have not. And what would they think that you’re letting such a filthy creature roam free, unshackled and unmodded?”

Shutting her eyes, Avarti exhaled and tried to ignore the throbbing vein in her forehead. This bitch. She didn’t care about protocol or conduct, she was simply **** to get a fresh xeno in her forge so she could turn it’s genetic structure into putty. All Valerie Wei lived for was throwing xenoslaves into the geneforge and seeing what she could create. Well, if that’s the tack she wanted to strike…

Lala refilled Avarti’s tea and she made sure to drain the cup before beginning.

“Doctor, if I’m being honest, your talents are wasted here, on this ship. I’m sure you were very eager to add some field experience to your resume, but you - like me and everyone else aboard - are tired and eager to return home. We’ve been trawling dead worlds like Drallis-5 for far too long and have come up with nothing for even longer.” Leaning forward on her desks, with tented fingers, still doing her best to ignore the twin behemoth dicks before her, Avarti made her offer. “I need you to trust me that this unorthodox approach will yield great results. To sweep this feeble resistance away and finish our mission so that we can all go home. And, if that’s not reason enough to trust me, think of it like this: I’m not offering you one Dranza to fuck with right now, instead, I want to give you many Dranza to play with in the near future.”

One of Dr. Wei’s finally manicured eyebrows raised in interest. “How many Dranza?”

At least eight if the Sergeant’s intelligence is good. But Avarti kept that to herself for the time being, only saying, “Enough to satisfy even your prodigious talent.”

Dr. Wei covered her mouth coquettishly as she giggled, like the love interest in a historical romance serial. “Now this is why I like you, Captain Najaderesh. You’re such a charmer, have such a way with words.” Her eyes then drifted to Lala. Brilliant as the good doctor was, she was in no way subtle about her desires. “Have you given any thought to my offer? We would love to entertain you…”

“Lala is an administrative ****, not a sexual plaything.” Avarti put forth, truthfully, even if there was a twisted reasoning behind that truth. Lala pouted at Avarti’s refusal, while Dr. Wei rolled her eyes.

“Hmm, right. Fat tits and asses are essential for administrative work, I hear…”

“Aesthetics are an important part of administration.” Avarti replied, gazing longingly at her property. Lala blushed at being the centre of attention but still happily shaked her space station-sized rear end.

“I suppose so…” Dr. Wei giggled again. “Well, orgy or not, if you’re promising me plenty of material for my forge, I suppose I won’t have to go over your head and get you removed from this post.” She then snapped her fingers. Immediately, the pink Amazonian Amarlean scooped the doctor up into a bridal carry. “But while I may be a brilliant woman, Captain, I am not a patient one. I expect either results or that horrid Greenie you have penned away before too long. Otherwise you’re taking the fall.”

And after that threat, Dr. Wei and her entourage excused themselves, the pink **** carrying the doctor off while the blue one followed on all fours, cock dragging behind it and leaving a trail of precum along the floors. Avarti slumped over her desk.

“Crazy bitch… ugh… Lala, get janitorial to clean that shit up. And pour me a drink, would you? The scotch that was a gift from my sister.”

“Yes, Captain.” Lala bowed her head and went to work, but only after pausing to mention, “During the meeting, you received a message from the FIA. The asset will be aboard the Noah Agamatta in ten days time and they are happy to fully cooperate with you on this undertaking.”

That was enough to perk Avarti enough again, a sly smirk coming to her lips. “Wonderful. Make sure all preparations are handled in time, then.”

“Yes, Captain. Anything for you, Captain.”

Taking her freshly poured drink, Captain Avarti kicked back in her chair, legs thrown atop her desk. “Ten days… Just have to survive any incidents between the prisoner, Sergeant Rainsong, and the good doctor for ten days…” She gave Lala an unsure look. “We can handle that. Right?”

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Yeah. Right. Guess it's about time I feature some alien sexslaves in this story about alien sexslaves.