Chapter 2
When in Rome.
DEREK
The doctor showed me the news feed. He was hailed as the savior of the planet. Even though he was a vastly different species, apparently pride, and self-back patting was universal. He had grown arrogant in just the two days since the birth.
I, however, was rather busy.
The child I gave birth to was a navy blue, and was female. I only knew this from the lack of testicles. I had not yet given her a name, and I had asked one of the guards that lived in my new room, a nursery of sorts, for help.
"What is a good name for the first female born of another race...do you think?" I asked.
"Nannies don't name the child, the female does for females, and the males for males. No alien nanny slave will name a Gork child." He said with disgust.
"Fine then I will give her a human name as her other two parents were test subjects." I boasted.
"Whom ever takes that child in will name her." My gruff guard stated. He was big compared to the rest of the Gorks I had seen. His blue green skin was ripped with large muscles. He held what looked to be some sort of rifle. His cock, limp, had to be at least 10 inches long. It dangled like an elephants trunk.
It had just occurred to me that the race had no hair.
"Brianna." I said as I held the two day year old newborn. I fed her a small piece of a native vegetable that smelled like rhubarb, but tasted like a radish. She happily chewed on the mass, with what I would call one single blade and grinding tooth on the top of the jaw and the same on the bottom.
Much more efficient then separate teeth.
I was fairly certain that the doctor had not altered my brain to make me a willing slave as I had been flipping shit to my guard for the last 48 hours. The poor 7 foot bastard had taken all of my jokes, put downs and vicious sarcasm.
Brianna cooed at me and I gave her another piece of the vegetable. She had already gained about a whole pound in just 2 days. Brianna did two things well. Eat, and relieve herself, near hourly. It was a strange thought, but I had wished at some point I could have breast fed her. I was her mother after all.
Deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew this child would be taken away from me. It was inevitable. Thanks to the doctors warning, I knew that when Brianna was taken away, I would be bred again. Only this time I would be conscious for it.
Someone delivered two bowls to the nursery. My dinner. Strange water, and more mush. They were set down on a table. I finished feeding Brianna, and put her in her bed. She fell asleep quickly.
I went to the table and picked up the bowl with the water in it. I drank it down fast, I had been thirsty constantly. I heard the guard make a noise that sounded like a chuckle. I ignored him and went to shoving the BBQ pork paste into my mouth. Now the guard was near vomiting.
"You humans will eat anything won't you. No wonder your race is overweight!" He said in between gags. I only looked at him, oblivious. I was starving, and this paste had been the first meal I had in at least a day.
"You are eating male semen, and drinking female piss." He pointed out.
I stopped shoveling the dark yellow mass into my mouth.
"And the enemy calls us "shit eaters". Your race are walking toilets. Disgusting!" He looked away from me.
If it would keep me alive, and as long as it tasted like BBQ pork, I could give a fuck less. I finished the bowl of cum.
I got a kick out of making my captors sick, so I verbalized my enjoyment of the mushy meal.
PROFESSOR ECENOOR
The King promised me a large land plot on good soil, and my pick of human slaves when they arrived. I would get to pick mine after the King and Queen took the ones they liked best.. It would be a few weeks before the warships and trade ships came back with the precious cargo of male humans. So I needed to show that without artificial egg laying, and insemination, that the humans would work across the entire race.
Slave 5 had given birth a couple days after slave 6. However Slave 5 lost so much blood, that it had to be repaired for almost 3 hours after the birth.
Slave 6 was raising the child well. It had the parenting instinct. Slave 6 was also scheduled to test a new product for the millions of human slaves that would arrive.
The King told me not to play with their brains to make them docile. Instead he asked me to come up with a way to make their breeding hole less apt to rip and tear during breeding. I had come up with a masturbation tool that would be implanted, and then slowly stretch the human breeding hole. This would help with copulation, and then birth later.
Slave 6 was promised to a tribe in the north mountains, in exchange for more fuel and taxes by the tribe to the kingdom. The ship fuel, Rinium, is only found there, and is mined by the slaves of the Duke of Kist. His slaves, mostly female, have been heard to say that the Duke sucks the cocks of females till his stomach is full of eggs.
Such a sacrilegious rumor. I should know. I started it.
I don't want to lose Slave 6. I am still so curious as to how it will adapt to breeding regularly, or even if it will take the hormone dose after oral and anal penetration, as a gift during recreational sex. Will it's brain react like a Nanny's?
The slave was transferred an hour ago according to guards. I had so many tests left to do. I'm a bit angry with the King.
DEREK
Okay. So now I have a collar around my neck and I am being shoved into a cage. I, um...am a slave I guess. This cage has no room for me to move. There is no water...female piss, whatever, for me to drink and I can feel the vehicle that I was loaded into begin to move at fantastic speed.
5G's maybe? I'm stuck to the door of the cage by the force of the sudden and dramatic acceleration. A very uncomfortable roller coaster to be sure. Brianna was taken earlier today by two females. I had already cried a bit. I had love for the child that had come out of me.
(Even though I had been raped by an alien species to give birth to her.)
I was hoping to piss as I had not had water of any sort in almost two days, and the fast travel was not helping with the dehydration headache. Anything to sooth the dryness in my mouth and throat would have been a blessing. What I got next was to make my headache far worse.
I heard a high pitched whistling sound go past the vehicle I was in. The vehicle moved silently, and even though I was in a cage, inside a metal box at the back of the vehicle, it was loud enough to hear.
Then a second high pitched whistle, then a third, then it sounded like every sparrow on earth was screaming.
Something hit the metal box my cage was in and melted it. The metal liquefied from some high heat. The vehicle came to a near instant stop and my body was slammed against the opposite side of the cage violently. My left shoulder took the brunt of the impact, saving me from being knocked out, or worse, concussed. My translator device fell to the floor, out of my left ear. It rattled along the floor and stopped at the edge of the box.
I could hear yelling and barking as the front doors of the transport were opened and then heard four high pitched whistles. My drivers have been assassinated. They were speaking Gork, and I couldn't understand any of it. I tried to reach for the translator. They were almost to the cargo door. The tiny implant was at my left middle finger...I tipped it farther from me. FUCK!
The doors were being unlocked. A large Gork stepped onto the back of the vehicle. His weight shifted the vehicle toward the tailgate, and rolled the device into my hand. I put it in my ear.
"The Doctor is not done with you." The male said. I was dreading being bred again, this one was nearly nine inches limp, but as wide as a beer can. I hoped the rich and tiny got to breed me. Not the blue collar types. He was almost green colored. He picked up my cage with me in it. Not being all that gentle.
I was loaded into an open air, flat bed truck of sorts that moved a bit slower. Three Gork men sat in the back with me. I spoke to them, but none had a translator device. I tried to point to my mouth, and they laughed at me.
I was desperately thirsty and their urine was healthy to my body. I grabbed my cock and pointed at theirs. Then I pointed at my mouth. Finally they understood.
"The human drinks piss, it wants our piss." The largest cock said. I smiled and nodded. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes.
The Gork might be brilliant at interstellar travel. But pissing in the wind? They couldn't hit my face let alone my mouth. I was left wanting. I learned one curse word from the Doctor, so I used it.
"Juzzingta!" I said out loud. This brought laughter.
"Look the slave is learning! Sorry slave, you cum and piss eaters should wait till the vehicle is at a full stop before begging for piss!"
Another round of hearty laughter.
I licked the bars of the cage that had droplets of alien piss on them, and sucked up a small puddle that had settled in the floor of my cage. It didn't slake my thirst but I could feel my tongue again.
"I'm going to buy three of these creatures. One I will use for a toilet, one I will share with my wife for breeding, and one we will kill by fucking it to death my brothers!" The largest one said. "No I will need two for breeding. My wife pumps out eggs almost twice as fast as your Gimza!" He grabbed his smaller friend and shook him playfully. They all laughed.
"My Gimza knows ten times more about oral pleasure then your Kilnee!" No one laughed. The big one looked at the smaller subordinate with a stern face.
"Yeah you are right, Kilnee couldn't suck a drop of piss like this slave!" Again hard laughter.
"How is Kilnee brother? She excited about having a 3rd baby?" The smaller one asked.
"Your cousin is very afraid of this slave race we are going to import. She thinks that they might escape their cage in the night and try to kill us." The Large Boss said.
"The doctor said he might know how to control them. With drugs and stuff." The quiet one chimed in. The large one rolled his eyes.
"I hope so. My Gimza and I haven't had a child yet. We only married last solstice. If these small tight holed things can be a nanny, I want two just for breeding. What do you think the price will be?" The smaller Gork asked.
"Well if we get this one back to the Doctor, we will each be able to afford a farm and breed a dozen of males and females like meat vorets!" The big one smiled at me. "We are going to split a trunkon between the three of us."
"The Doctor doesn't have a trunkon. Not even a dunkon." The quiet one said.
"How do you know that?" The small one asked.
"I know his interns."
