Shattered Values

Thank you for the feedback!

All characters are 18+

*****

May 2nd 2020

They had heard, then saw. the jets again just a few days ago. Steven couldn't identify them. They had Russian markings and looked old. Jennifer didn't care. Who ever was running America these days wouldn't find them in their carnivorous paradise.

Jennifer was pregnant again, and was due in the beginning of January. She worked the soil, breaking it up and leveling it. They needed to double the size of the garden, and as Steven cleared the trees and shrubs, she came behind him and finished removing the roots and weeds. She only wore her loose dresses, and shoes. She made her cunny available to him whenever he wanted it. She loved being his wife, even if he wasn't all that good at being a strict husband yet.

They were completely out of vegetables. The garden took precedent. They had begun to eat the pussy-willow roots again, and drink pine needle tea. There was lots of meat, canned and fresh. Jenn worried about "rabbit starvation", having nothing but protein.

It was a pleasant 70 degrees today, and had been that warm for a couple weeks. All the meat not eaten had to be canned, or dried.

Jenny could hear Steven cussing about a huge thistle bush 30 feet away. She smiled. Then a different noise came across her ears. It was barely noticeable. It was like a low vibration, barely audible. She looked around. There was nothing out of place. She looked up, and saw a silver circle right above her. The shadow of it covered their entire camp and went deep into the woods around them. A light came out of the bottom. It surrounded her. Her heart filled with dread rather than fear. She felt herself go fuzzy, blackness filled her eyes like static on an old TV. She tried to yell for Steven, nothing came out. She simply collapsed then fall asleep.

"Jenny! Jenny! Steph is crying!" Steven yelled. He untangled himself from the brambles he was caught in. He ran over to where she had been working. Her shoes and dress lay on the freshly turned dirt. Steven heard a buzz in his ear. He swatted at the buzzing, he assumed was a bee near him, but never made contact. He looked for footprints. The buzzing got louder, it was coming from above. He looked up. He instantly felt dizzy, he sat down on the ground. His eyes locked on the silver disk above him. It looked to be larger then a stadium. His legs went numb. He screamed as he began to lose consciousness.

???????

Steven woke. He felt completely at peace. As his mind began to remember what had happened, he wondered if he might be dead. He couldn't feel his body. What he did feel was something in his mouth. It was a tube, the tube went into his down his throat and into his esophagus. He tried to reach to pull it out, but it was as if his body was not attached to his head. Nothing happened, and he could not move, nor feel his arms.

He opened his eyes. Even this action took more effort then normal. However his sight nor hearing helped little to answer any questions. He could see nothing above him from his back. He looked right, then left. He was greeted with blackness. His hearing only offered him the knowledge that he was not alone. The heavy breath of sleeping people completely surrounded him. Above, below, and to either side. He guessed that he was in a very large room, with hundreds, possibly thousands of souls.

It occurred to him, that with that many people, there should be a smell. Shit, piss, hell even body odor. Yet his nose detected nothing. He could not open his mouth to speak, whatever was holding the tube into his mouth, kept it, and his mouth stationary.

He grunted. The sound was weak, so he tried again. This time he made a noise. He waited, a sound came from well above him. Then one from his right, perhaps a couple of dozen feet. Slowly, the giant room began to fill with grunts, from every direction. Steven heard hissing, and detected a smell before he fell back into a heavy sleep.

When next he awoke, the tube was gone from his mouth. There was light coming from all directions. He still couldn't move his hands feet, or sit up, as his neck, hands and feet were restrained to the metal bed he had been laying on, for what must have been at least a week. He only knew this due to the cramping he was now feeling in every muscle of his body.

When he had assumed that he was in a large room, he had been correct. It was much, much larger then he could have possibly imagined. He was on a bunk of sorts, above him were hundreds of bunks. He assumed it was the same below him. As he looked around he saw pillars upon pillars of these bunks. On each was a man, around his age or younger. He saw no old men. This room was so large, he could not see the end in any direction.

He was naked, as was every other guy. There was a contraption on his penis, and another in his ass. He assumed these were to remove waste. It explained why there had been no smell. He looked around more and noticed that the pillars were slowly moving downward, one bunk at a time. His dropped about two feet. This was the distance between bunks.

Steven noticed that other then the slight whirr of the machine that was lowering the bunks, the struggling of the guys, there were no other sounds. Steven inhaled deeply and tried to yell. No sound came out. He could feel his voice wanting to make a sound, but the air passed his vocal chords without vibrating them, the air simply went past it.

"Paralyzed, as I was before". He thought. The bed dropped again. Once about every ten seconds. He wondered if he would see his captors when he got to the bottom. As the last thing he saw could only be explained as a "flying saucer" He wondered if they would be the little green men that Hollywood had liked so much, or if they would be more like something off of "Star Wars", perhaps "Star Trek".

"Death could be down there". He thought. A voice in his mind struck the idea away.

"Unlikely, as they had put so much effort into keeping us alive and restrained". He didn't think that intelligent beings would feed something they planned on simply killing. The question remained, what were they there for? Was it an invasion? Steven finally assumed he'd find out eventually. The more pressing concern was, what was going to happen to him next!

The bed dropped again. He had no idea how far up he was, and listened closely to the machines that were moving them. He noticed that each time he lowered, the machine seemed to be louder. He figured he must be close to the end. The next time it dropped he heard additional sounds. The sound of bare feet on a smooth floor, and a clinking noise. One more drop, the bed tilted to his right 45 degrees making him slide out as the shackles around his hands slid sideways separating themselves from the bed. The shackles pulled up as he slid to the floor. He was lifted to his feet. As he finally got standing and kept his balance two shackles appeared out of the floor and clamped around his ankles.

The pain that suddenly racked through his body told him that he had been on that metal bed for quite a long time. His arms and legs looked smaller. His muscles had wasted away.

"How much time could that have taken??" He thought.

He now stood on a moving sidewalk. He noticed that the contraption on his penis, and the one in his ass were no longer there. He was able to look around a bit. It seemed that all of the boys in front of him were of about the same age, height and weight as him. In other rows there were younger men, the youngest he could see were in the late teens. Some rows were chubby kids. He noticed no girls, not one, anywhere.

He thought of his daughter and sister. His eyes grew wide. His heart sank. The sidewalk moved him to a sliding door. The door opened and he moved forward. Yjue door closed behind him. He was in a little room with one light above him. He was turned sideways and saw what looked to be a red light that began to blink. He looked up.

A voice that didn't sound quite normal said:

"For the safety of your eyes and tongue, close your eyes and mouth. You will feel a burning sensation briefly." Steven thought it a digital recording of a voice. He did as instructed, and from behind his eyelids the light in the tiny room became very bright. His skin burned everywhere, from the tips of his fingers to the tops of his feet. It wasn't enough pain to cry out, it was like sunburn, unpleasant.

The light and pain stopped and he felt the sidewalk move again. He heard the door in front of him open. He opened his eyes to find himself in another small room. The door behind him closed. A voice said:

"Hold very still!"

Steven looked at the source of the voice and felt two needles shoot into his legs, and quickly retract. It hurt, but the surprise was worse. Steven looked down and noticed his pubic hair was gone. He looked at his armpits and that hair was gone too! His legs, arms, and head were all missing hair. He was completely hairless!

He assumed that the needles in his legs had delivered some sort of vaccine, as he hadn't instantly fallen asleep, or grew a third arm. Now his curiosity was piqued further. "Why remove my hair?"

He was not able to dwell on it for long, the next room opened up. This one was a bit bigger. There were what looked like camera lenses and laser scanners moving up and down all around him. It seemed that he was being examined. Something stayed in front of his face for a few seconds, and then moved around and behind him. There was a series of different beeps, a pause, then a robotic arm reached out and put a tag in his earlobe via a piercing. The cameras moved around him for a couple more seconds. Steven watched them, wondering what was happening to his infant, and sister.

A smell filled the room...Steven remembered it. He fell asleep.

***

Steven was getting tired of this. He woke up in a clear glass-like cage that was the size of a coffin. As soon as he woke, the glass coffin began to move. Outside of the cage were very large beings. They looked human, proportional, except much larger. The males were 7 or 8 feet tall, the females 6 to 7 feet tall. With the larger height, came larger everything else. Their arms were the size of Stevens legs. Steven thought of the wrestlers in WWE. They all looked that large, even if they were not overly muscular.

"Proportionate. Just larger." He thought.

Steven found himself staring at the bare chested females as they ran around the room. Their breasts were large, full and firm. They bounced just a bit as the women walked. The nipples looked about right for the size of the breasts. The difference being, they were all pink, not a brown or dark red nipple in the lot of those he stared at.

Most of the females wore tiny shorts or skirts. Some wore fancy hats and boots. The men wore skirts or "kilts". The covering barely covered the tips of what Steven guessed was their penis. The flaccid member had to be 8 or 9 inches. Steven wondered how big a hard one became. One of the men pointed at Steven. He couldn't hear the man speaking very well. He was sure that he was speaking, but what it was, sounded like a recorded tape running backwards.

After the man pointed at him, his cage moved from this dark area to a very well lit space. His cage hung from a rope or cable along a track. The track moved to what Steven could only assume to be a laboratory. His cage began to rotate. The funny language he finally had heard was now loud and stern. The lights around him made it impossible to see anything outside the cage until his eyes adjusted.

It was then that he realized he felt lighter then normal. The stretching of the shackles hadn't let him experience the gravity here. It explained why these people were larger. The gravity was less. His emaciated muscles made him feel somewhat weaker, so even with less gravity, Steven doubted he could jump any higher. He figured this was done by design.

As the cage turned he could hear talking. Even in the backwards language, he now understood what was going on. He could see the four guys in front of him. Each was being inspected at a different station. At the first station the were just writing something onto an electronic tablet. The next station the aliens reached in through what had seemed to be solid glass, and inspected arms and legs. The next one they inspected the penis and testicles, the last station they spent a long time inspecting assholes. After these inspections the tracks that the cages hung from, separated. There were 4 open doorways. The boy with the bigger muscles went into the second door. The whole line of chubby boys went through the fourth, skipping inspection altogether. The boy in front of him went through the third door. Now it was Steven's turn.

Steven was certain that what the aliens taking notes were talking about was measurements. The cage moved, the next pair of aliens touched his arms and legs, squeezing his muscles. The reaction they had sounded negative. The caged moved again. Again hands seemed to reach through the weird glass. Now a female inspected his genitals. She made a verbal comment, and wrote something down. She reached in again and stoked his cock. Her soft hands made him instantly erect. She made another comment, and released his cock. She took down a note, and the cage moved to the last station. Steven became very nervous. A man grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them. A second later he let go and shoved a finger inside Steven's ass. The finger was almost the size of Steven's own cock. It hurt deeply. The alien made a comment and then the cage moved again. He was now going through the first door.

All four doors led to a massive room, but the tracks were now much farther apart. In this room many of the tracks were backed up with cages. Steven could see the muscled dude. The aliens in his line were wearing what looked to be rain gear. The aliens reached in, grabbed muscle boys cock and balls and sliced them off. A tube was affixed where his penis used to be. Then a second male alien reached in and healed the man with a devise. The skin healed completely. It looked as if he had never had a penis or testicles in the first place! Steven couldn't hear him, but he could see that "Muscles" was screaming in horror. Steven looked in his own line. They weren't cutting off penises, instead they seemed to be letting the guys out. They were being washed and having oil applied to their ass cheeks . Instead of shackles, they were being collared and leashed.

Steven's fear abated, but only slightly.

They let him out of his cage, and he instantly became overwhelmed by the sound in the giant room. The weird glass had been sound proof. From the far side of the room, there came very loud moans and screams. Steven tried to see what was happening down there, but he couldn't see around the other lines of cages. He was being pulled down the line by a male. He was washed quickly by a pair of females. Steven again turned toward the screaming. He strained to see what was happening. A clearing in the lines let him see a bit, as his eyes focused he was pulled further down the line. They skipped the oil station and continued to a large room where all of the leashes were attached to poles above their heads. He had use of his hands and feet finally, and it was a freedom he'd never realized was so important.

Steven realized that he was surrounded by only eleven other guys in this room. Out of the many thousands of people in the first room, he had been narrowed down to this room. He wondered what it meant, and then assumed that he must be special. He noticed that the other guys in this room were all quite skinny and short, yet in their late teens to mid twenties. He examined the others closer. They all had "bubble butts". Steven's dread bumped up a notch.

Steven attempted to speak. Nope, that was still paralyzed. Steven looked around. There were no aliens in here anymore. They were waiting for something. A door opened opposite the one they came in. One alien grabbed all 12 leaches from above and pulled the dozen through the door. This looked to be a small theater. There were 12 seats in three rows, the other guys and Steven were planted into a seat. Steven sat in the back row. A robotic arm with three joints, and a hollow pointed needle came down from the ceiling, It moved slowly until it got behind the heads of the twelve boys. It tapped the back of each boys head so quickly Steven didn't realize what had happened till the arm tapped the teen sitting in front. A small amount of pain emulated from the spot. Steven reached for it.

"STOP!" The alien said. All of the guys looked at the front of the room.

"The chip that has been mounted at the base of your brain is what makes it possible for you to understand me. If you attempt to remove it, you will die. It has already been wired into your nervous system. That chip will serve another purpose. It will make it so that you have a need to serve your Masters. Yes, that is right I said Masters. You will be uncontrollably addicted to serving. One human slave called it, "Like heroin, without hope nor want of kicking the addiction." Serving your Master will produce a flood of endorphins to your brain. You will be in love with your Masters beyond any love you have ever felt before. Not being used or worked will cause a depression that is crushing."

Steven watched the very large man carefully. He wore a sky blue shirt and instead of pants he wore a green, knee length, loose skirt of sorts. The giant moved gracefully as he spoke. He looked completely human...that is if every human had the physique of a line backer, and then was 150% larger. The man was almost nine feet tall, one of the tallest he'd seen.

"The bad news is the twelve of you are slaves. The good news is, you are the highest order of slaves. Allow me to show you what lines 2 through 4 are experiencing." The alien in the front of the room stepped aside and the wall behind him became a large screen, they all watched as it came to life.

The screen showed the room after the inspections. It was line 2, where Muscles had his cock removed. The alien in front began to speak as the video played.

"This is line two, the hard labor line. Laborers have their penis and testicles removed so they do not have sexual desires anymore. They get a chip implanted and are sent in groups to where they are needed. Many will be miners or farmers. The chip will make them want to work hard. These slaves will die at young ages from self imposed overworking. The average hard laborer lives five to seven years."

It was becoming clear to the twelve how much their lives were valued.

"This is line three, multiple use slaves. They will end up doing all sorts of jobs. Everything from cleaning streets and menial tasks, to lab testing, or they will be turned into fuel. We have parasites that can convert flesh into a liquid that is used as fuel. It's quite a painful process. The parasites eat all the fat, nonessential internal organs and muscles first, then move on to the more important things. It takes about a month. Again these slaves are separated from their sex, and are chipped so that no matter what, they want what is happening to them. The lab rats normally live 2 weeks to a couple years, the parasite breeders or "fuel slaves" for about a month, the menial laborers live full lives."

The voiceless slave Steven sat in shock. He mouthed "Used to make fuel!?"

"This is line four. These slaves get to keep their vocal ability and genitals. They do not get chipped either. As you can see, all of these boys are overweight. These boys have their guts removed, have a spit shoved from their ass to their mouth, and are spit roasted alive. The fat is collected after it melts and used for lubrication, or fuel. The meat is fed to the billions of labor slaves. " The alien said this so blandly, Steven could only shake his head in disgust.