Innocent Acquisitions

(Author's note: Previously, the Vreebach in their dehumanized form were stated as being a mammalian creature with symbiotic plant growth. For creative reasons, I have decided to retcon the natural form of the arboreal aliens that have undergone carcinization from a kingdom of life that is neither plant or animal. Their humanized forms combine the features of arboreal mammals like tails and claws with the plant coating.)

Noori and Paga Reaganzbaas had spent twenty years inside of an Accelogym matrix under the control of their mother preparing for this day. After a lifetime of training, study, and harsh discipline, their mother had told them that they were finally ready to become slaves.

Reagan had deposited the Ligreon male's offspring into a Dranza surrogate as soon as she had finished tweaking their genetics using her internal geneforge modification. Reagan had the two girls raised inside of a simulated reality generated using a combination of force fields, holograms, replicators, and spatial compression which made the small room into a whole world under the control of the A.I. or a human operator. Reagan's enhanced cognitive functions allowed the biosculptor to keep up with the accelogym's time dilation effects set to a factor of over twelve hundred during those spare moments she had to hard plug her mind into the simulation's source code. Though the program mostly ran itself, Reagan enjoyed being a presence in her daughters' lives and taking a personal hand in their upbringing. What had been an impulsive tryst with Jangle's father had resulted in what Reagan thought of as a most entertaining exercise in xeno rearing.

Many thought that it was cruel to bring a child into the world that was bred purposely susceptible to NOXET, many factions and denominations believed it should be a crime for human women to produce non-human children. To Reagan, they are shortsighted fools who do not see how life can be art, the anthroform a template, and the genes of aliens as the colors with which a true bio-sculptor can bring new types of beauty into the world and nurture it into something magnificent. Reagan and the other followers of Gaiagnosis believed that it was their duty as vessels of the divine feminine to create life in all its forms. If some of those life forms are suspectable to NOXET, who does it truly concern?

"I remember the first time James and I spent the night in my doll house back home on Arisec." Reagan's avatar had told Noori one evening when the girls had been eighteen. One projection pulled Noori's hair back into a pony tail as another projection twisted Paga's hair into a French braid. "Your brothers and sisters put on quite the performance that night."

"Will we ever meet them?" asked Paga.
"Of course not." Reagan told the girl matter of factily. "If you survive your final evaluations and make it to twenty, then you will be given to my boyfriend. I created you for him. The only reason that you exist is to make my Jimjim happy." Growing up, the girls had been allowed outside of their simulation three times so they could meet their future master and familiarize themselves with his look and smell. Noori and Paga spent their whole adolescence twisting in the limbo of being owned but not owned. The bittersweet pleasure of knowing that you will belong to someone, but do not belong to them quite yet.

When they learned that they were finally ready, Noori and Paga became overjoyed at the prospect of leaving their mother's training matrix for the last time and become part of the real world. Both twins felt their hearts pounding in their chests as their mother placed the collars on their necks and attached them to the chains which extended from the posters of James and Reagan's bed.

"I renounce all claims to the both of you." said Reagan performing the hand gesture that accompanied the relinquishing of a slave. "You might have my blood, but you are no longer mine. You belong to James. He is your Master now." Reagan Cooper turned her back on her daughters and left them to their fate, her mind now focused on future projects which these new xeno breeds would provide.

***

"Alright. Any questions?" Yeema asked the Vreebach girl after showing her around the suite, explaining how the appliances and devices worked, and helping the girl get dressed and adorned for her big night.

"Yeah. What exactly am I supposed to do?" asked Binga.
"What do you mean? You know what a whore is, don't you?" asked Yeema.
"Not really." admitted the Vreebach girl. "I know it is like being a slave but not exactly. I know that it involves physical contact and there is something you need to use your tongue to do. Don't look at me like that. I have only been humanized for a few weeks. All this mammal stuff is new to me." Said Binga with a pouty look on her face.

Yeema examined the girl beneath the grass coat and saw someone who was entirely out of their element and in way over their heads. "Well. I have a feeling that my master is looking forward to explaining the finer points himself, but basically, your job is to make him happy."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Binga asked with desperation leaking into her time. When James was present, everything was so simple and easy, life in his presence was a blissful, dreamlike wonderland where all she had to do was what he wanted. Binga knew from her engrams that any human would have that effect on her, but she had only ever felt it from James. Without any warning or expectation, Binga experienced what other aliens knew as NOXET withdrawal.

"You come from a family, right? You were raised by parents with siblings? Okay, think of yourself as pretend that every moment you are with him, that you are auditioning to become one of his wives." Suggested Yeema.

"I think I get it." Said Binga with a tone of apprehension. "I treat him like he is my husband?"

Before departing, Yeema gave the young girl a soft kiss on the lips. "For luck. May the ancestors keep you safe." Then left the innocent Vreebach and her Dranza locked in the suite to wait.

***

"Let's make this brief I have the sweetest young Vreebach waiting for me in my quarters. How many clans responded to the moot call?" James asked looking at the assembly of humanized Knavar chieftains and senior officers standing stripped and collared in front of the captain. But for a pelvic curtain, the dog xenos wore nothing but the bondage bands around their arms, legs, and throats. Their market ID glyphs laser etched onto their exposed asses.

"We have successfully captured the clan's carrier, twelve hearthships with a combined force of one hundred thirty seven frigates. A total population of three hundred sixty four thousand newly domesticated xenos." Lt. Commander Jonesmith reported.

The FreshSnowZeroTracks;Clan23g had sent their couriers to along every known pack trail within a hundred light year radius with the clan's IFF codes with a request to deliver a message that came barring Chtk'th'Prah's genuine encryption key. As was customary, the messenger was allowed to board the clanship to refuel and make repairs. The couriers carried authentic messages for the Knavar freedom riders to join the clan chief for a moot with the promise of spoils to be shared along with gifts of exotic foods, botanicals, slaves, and stolen Kroxaa cybernetics to prove that Pack chief Chtk'th'Prah had become a powerful and fearsome warmaster who could lead the pack to riches and glory. By the time the Knavar crews discovered the Federation infiltration teams, most of them had already successfully taken control of their target's power and life support systems.
James knew that the longer he waited, the more ships would show up, but The Prime Directive was emphatic in its language of urgency. Any late comers would be redirected on the fastest course to Frontier Station Cisco to surrender themselves into the holdings of The Fujiwara Corporation.
Thirteen ships and their frigates, it would have to be enough.

"Alright xenos. Here are your orders. All females, pups, and unskilled thralls from your vessels are to be transferred to the asteroid habitat for processing and commodification." Said James.

"I don't understand." Said a Knavar female whose collar tag designated the woman as a frigate squadron commander.

"I need your ships and your men for an important mission. Your ships are to dock with the station and you are to assist my technicians in refitting all of your vessels with Federation hardware. Once your vessels have had their upgrades installed your men will begin training to work with Mekani, Vyraxis, and Dranza integrated into their officers and ratings. Your mission will require you to fly obscuring formation patterns and flux your drive signatures to fool Alliance long range censors into believing that you are Kroxaa wargators preparing to duel over plundering rights." This caused murmurs among the assembled officers. "I know you can do it, I have seen the brilliance of Knavar piloting and believe the stories about the mechanics of the free ride keeping thousand year old starships running with duct tape and a spanner. I am sure that with practice, real Kroxaa hyperdrives to study, and superior Federation technology, you will be able to pull it off in time for the big operation." said James.

"Yes my Master. But what was that about the women and pups?" asked the same Knavar officer.
"What is your name, bitch?" asked James walking through the collection of domesticated alien dogs towards this xeno that had the need to make drama with explanations of the obvious.
"Hunt-chief Shaleira of the FreshSnowZeroTrack;Clan2R."

"Like I said. You will have Mekani, Vyraxis, and Dranza to fill in for your female crew and officers who I am having taken off of your ships as personal spoils. Your pups will be divided up with some going in for training in a accelogym matrix while the rest will be placed in stasis and prepared for transport back to Federation space. Those of your bitches favored by my crew will be collared and kept as personal attendants, but most of the bitches will find their way back to The Arisaka Cluster for wholesale.
"What did you think was going to happen? You are alien savages captured in the deep frontier, wild dogs who have run off your leash. You are to be grateful I allow you the privilege of a life serving The Master Race. Look at me, all of you. You, your friends, your parents, your brothers and sisters, your sons and daughters, your lovers and spouses, all the people joined to you in the bonds of clan and pact. All of them are my slaves. You all belong to me." James chuckled as men and women moaned in ecstatic joy with nipples and penises all visibly aroused. "Does that explain things?" James asked as he flicked the mouthy xeno's tits as he waited for her answer.

"So. My boat will be commanded by a machine while I do what exactly, My Master?" Shaliera realized that her cocksure attitude and confrontational nature might have gotten her into real trouble. "I think I could be of most use to you from my control station carrying out whatever crazy scheme you are trying to pull off."

"You might be right." said James as he grabbed the Knavar bitch's face and gave her a closer look. James had to admit that she looked as pretty as she looked confident. "Which is why I will give you a chance to avoid being punished." Shaleira felt herself shoved into the arms of a Vyraxis dominatrix, the insectoid xeno's tail coiled around the Knavar's collar's leash ring, wrapped around her throat, and lifted the woman by her neck. "Give this one the special treatment. See if she can fly half as well as she thinks she can." James commanded. The insect xeno scurried off with its prisoner writhing at her mercy.

"The rest of you. You have your orders, my will be done." James commanded before leaving through the teleportal for his quarters and his date with sweet Binga.

***

"So you are my bastard sisters." said Jangles as she walked into her husband's bedroom to see the two twins who did look a lot like her but not as pretty as she was, or were they? Jangles hated to think that it was true, but these two were custom geneforged by one of the greatest biosculptors in the Federation. Maybe they were prettier, and smarter, and more graceful, maybe good Mistress Reagan's bastards were better than her. Jangles could not believe that. She would not believe that. Jangles was the wife of James Fujiwara. She was his beloved. The future mother of his trueborn sons and daughters. These cheap whores were just Gaiagnos twat trash. Jangles could see that both of these cunts had the blank expression of dumb amazement that was indicative of people raised in simulated reality. "I thought you would be prettier."

"Who are you? Where is our Master?" asked the girl with the French braid
Jangles showed the twins her wedding chains. "I am your master's wife. You will serve me as you serve him or know the consequences of his displeasure."

Before they could say a word, the two twins had been lifted into the air, their breath being squeezed from them by the high heeled overseers. The Vyraxis dominatrices carried Noori and Paga down the hall past officers and xeno attendants in varying stages of undress. Jangles pranced and twirled through the corridors to The Crimson Room where she had the Vyraxis attach gravity shackles to the twins' wrists and ankles. With a few gestures to the control console built into her bracelet, Jangles had Noori and Paga suspended in mid air. The twins struggled as their limbs were stretched to their limit. "My husband wants me to evaluate you. To help me with that. I called some friends." Out of the shadows stepped three xeno men, fully erect with expressions of feral lechery. "Who do you choose to demonstrate your skills? "

The twins looked at the three horny aliens and at each other. "I choose Paga." said Noori.
"Yeah. I choose Noori." said Paga.
"Wrong answer." said Jangles before pressing a button on her hard light display. The twins cried out as they felt the sharp agony of their collars' built in pain projectors. "The correct answer was 'I choose only to obey.'"

Noori and Paga fell suddenly. Their gravity shackles now pinned the girls to the ground. "Already off to such a rough start. It is hard to believe that we are related. At the rate your going, you will be lucky if you qualify for bathroom attendants." Said Jangles as she paced slowly around the two sluts who had been bred to replace her, but were going to find out the hard way who was Daddy's favorite sweetie pie, and who were just a pair of cheap slut droppings. "Alright, show me know the how to use your tongue properly, you chose each other, now kiss."

***

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing I ever did see." said James as he looked Binga up and down. The ship's commanding officer had changed from his uniform into a comfy Vyraxis silk robe.
The teenage alien slave smiled in her backless white tunic was holding something nervously. "Welcome, Daddy. I am so happy to see you. I baked you this cake." The Vreebach girl's tail swished as she held out the confection. Binga's heart pounded in her chest as she watched James's face as he tasted her soul.

"It's delicious." Said James after enjoying several bites. Then realized the unique flavor, it was something which he had heard described, but had not before tasted for himself. "Did you put yourself in this?"
Binga nodded. "Yeema told me that I should treat you like my husband, couples share their life syrup." Binga saw the odd look on James's face. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No darling. It was very thoughtful of you. The cake is delicious, you are very sweet." James kissed his new Vreebach whore. Binga felt her mouth tingle where her Daddy's lips touched her. "You are a very special girl, did you know that?" said James.
"Me? Special?" Binga seemed to find the notion unbelievable.
James sat down and cuddled the small female xenos into his lap. "In addition to being a rare breed, Your species is one of the only virtuous alien races discovered by the Federation." said James. "Take this Dranza here." Binga was shocked when James kicked Citrus in the stomach. The Vreebach teenager saw her green skinned attendant struggle between the need to stay kneeling at attention and the desire to curl up in the fetal position until the pain stops. "Their species is responsible for the extinction of dozens of sapient species. Countless peoples' lives destroyed by the Dranza's pathological need to kill all that is male and dominate all rival females, predators that brought nothing but suffering to all they encountered. They were a plague, and humanity cured it with nukes and NOXET.
James grabbed the Dranza by her tits and began twisting them with sadistic abandon as he continued. "But just because the monster is gagged and bound does not make it any less of a monster. That is why have ceremonies to remind us that for all the humanizing we do, it does not change the reality that that the only safe xeno is a domesticated xeno.
"However, Your kind accepted humanity's protection and dominance without bloodshed or complaints. You asked for our help and agreed to accept your place as our natural subordinates, which is why your people are so appreciated."

"I thought it was for the drugs." said Binga.

James laughed uproariously. "Maybe that to. But not you. As long as you are my whore, you are on a fat free diet. I want you to stay healthy, fit, and sweet."
Binga tried to hide her disappointment. The eighteen year old girl was hoping that as a whore, she would get to do grown up things like drinking olive oil or even eating meat. "Yes Daddy."
"Which reminds me. I have something for you." James took a bottle of amber liquid from his pocket. "On Sacred Lost Terra, Motherworld of Mankind, there evolved a species of eusocial pollinators called bees. These creatures would make a substance from nectar and pollen called honey." James took a small dallop of the viscous liquid on and placed it on his finger. After a moment's hesitation, Binga licked the honey from the human's hands and felt her world change forever.

"Oh ancestors! Wow! Oh my good gracious! I feel amazing!" Binga looked at her own hands in disbelief and at the rest of the room. "Everything is so clear. So many amazing smells. I feel so warm and..." Binga did not have the words to describe arousal as for the first time her mammalian body's limbic system went into overdrive demanding that the Vreebach do something with this human. "Daddy, I think something is wrong. I am leaking." Binga held up her fingers to show James the fluids that were gushing from between the teenager's legs.

James laughed some more. "Nothing is wrong. That is just your body getting excited." he said before dropping his robe. Binga gazed in awe at the naked human man and stood meekly by while he removed her gauzy white dress.
"Can I. Can I have more honey?" asked Binga.
"Just a little." said James before placing a drop on the tip of his cock. "No teeth." the human commanded as the alien girl got down on her knees and licked the tip of his erect shaft.

"I have never seen them get big like this." said Binga playing with James's hardon.
"You are going to be seeing a lot of them like that from now on." said James before picking the girl up, swinging her around his head, then playfully dropping her onto the bed.

Binga looked up at the man and smiled. Her body yearned for his embrace. James did not disappoint. The man spread the whore's virgin thighs. James teased and toyed with her labia before the human man wrapped the girl's legs around his waist. Binga felt the sharp pain of something big and hard forcing its way inside the strange hole that rested between her legs. Since getting her body humanized, Binga had been marginally curious about the differences between men and women and had noticed that the chest and between the legs was where the differences were most noticeable, but in that moment of coital embrace, things which the young Vreebach had thought of as strange suddenly made a lot more sense in context. It hurt at first, but only at first. James was gentle, starting slowly to let Binga get used to the feeling of a man inside of her before the man showed the xeno girl what her human lover was capable of. At one point James took the bottle of honey and drizzled some of the sticky amber treat on his chest which Binga licked up with voracious abandon. The teenage alien girl, high on sweet stimulants, began to aggressively show James how enthusiastic she was to be his whore.

Binga's moans filled the room. Her cries of passion brought delight to James's ears. Her screaming orgasms gave James a feeling of satisfaction. Binga came no less than four times that evening. There were moments in the second hour of their shag session that Binga wondered if and how things would end. It ended with Binga on her hands and knees with her tail wrapped around her Daddy's waist as he shot a load of Ultrasperm into the Vreebach.

"I see why my sisters spend all their time around humans. I love being a whore." said Binga as she lay in post coital bliss. "I wish we could do this forever."
"We can." said James, taking a drag from a chem stick and shared the narcotic vapors with a kiss. "Like I said, you are very special. I find the idea of owning you and showing you off at the clubs back in ParisCrater to be a delightful prospect. The rules and regulations about not enslaving the ship's Vreebach only apply while we are under the 4X warrant in deep frontier space."
"Four ex?" Binga asked as she rested her breasts atop her daddy's body to better hear his words.
"Explore, Expand, Enslave, Exploit. It is an archaic term for our licence from The Shogun to make legal claim to what we find out here."Binga nodded in understanding and smiled as she caressed the human and enjoyed the man's warm body, caressing him as he continued. "Once the voyage is over and we return to The Arisaka Cluster, then you are free to become someones slave." James chuckled at the layers of irony in that statement. "I would hope that you would want to be my slave."
"I would! I Do." said Binga with blushing cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. "I know its the NOXET that is making me feel this way."
"And you did have a lot of honey, you should be careful not to go overboard with that stuff." said James.
"Yes. But its more than that. I see it in how Tigra and Jangles look at you. They both know that they are loved. I see how you care for them. I know just how special something like that is and I cannot imagine wanting anything more than that feeling of being kept and cared for like that." Binga kissed her Daddy and smiled.

After showering and changing, James summoned a floating guard drone. "This is St1k3r, it is going to watch over you when you are outside my quarters, keep you safe and help you stay on your new diet and fitness regime."

The machine bobbed up and down and changed the color of its aura from shimmering transparent to pink. "You can rest assured, Lord Fujiwara, your asset will be protected and its value optimized."
"Would you prefer to wear it?" said James before the drone shifted its shape and wrapped around Binga's waist like a belly chain. "You and it can work that out between yourselves." James opened the door of the defloweration suite and gently but firmly escorted the deflowered girl out. "I am glad you enjoyed yourself. I will see you again in a few days. Give your parents my warmest regards." James kissed Binga goodbye before playfully pushing the girl through the teleportal back to the tree hab where she scampered up to her family's branch in full view the the entire shipboard Vreebach community. It did not take long for everyone to know that young Binga Cloverlin was seen coming back from her first sojourn into the human portions of the ship wearing the armlet, anklet, neck chain, and nose ring of a high class whore.