Breeding Stock
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This is related to a story I wrote called "Breeder". It includes the same aliens that had invaded and conquered earth.
** Breeding Stock**
** By William W. Kelso**
I was twenty-five when the Slithish invaded earth, fifteen long years ago, on a world that seems like a dream now. They just basically flew in and took over, not that we didn't put up a fight, in fact we took them by surprise at the fierceness of our resistance, and went down kicking and screaming. It was hopeless, but then again most of us didn't know when to give up. The fact they just arrived and started attacking infuriated us; they thought we'd just roll over and give up, well, boy were they in for a surprise.
*The 'war' lasted over two years; or so I've been told, before the last human resistance was crushed. Later I learned they had expected it to last maybe six weeks, tops. But our level of military technology was a nasty surprise as it was more advanced then they had anticipated. A Russian orbital 'communications satellite' took out one of their colony ships with a nuke, a US boomer took out another; and the first couple of landing efforts were beaten off. So they bombarded us from space; reducing many cities to dust, and called for reinforcements. I was only there for the first year; I was captured almost eleven months to the day after their fleet first entered our solar system. I was an EMT in civilian life, and when all civilians were basically 'drafted' as the aliens didn't care who they killed, I did the same thing in the 'military'. I was at the last remaining major hospital still functioning in Detroit when it was captured. The bastards just killed the wounded and sick, and rounded up the healthy 'livestock', which was how they saw us. *
*The Slithish were a very old reptilian race, kind of like evolved versions of some sort of lizard or dinosaur. Think of evolved raptors with human level intelligence and super advanced technology, but with the same ruthless disposition as their feral ancestors. The saw themselves as the 'natural' rulers of the universe, all other life, no matter how intelligent, were animals to be made to serve the Slithish. If they wouldn't submit then they were destroyed. There was no negotiating, no peace treaties, you submitted or died. Period. They had been in space for over half a million years, and were the most technologically advanced sentient species known in our small corner of the universe. They were also one of the most prolific and widespread, and had conquered thousands of worlds, and ruled over thousands of other sentient 'livestock' races. Once conquered a new intelligent species of 'animals' was experimented on to determine how they could best serve their new masters. These experiments included cross breeding and 'modifying', the Slithish's incredibly advanced technology allowed them to do incredible, and often horrible, things to those subjected to experimentation. What the subjects might feel about what was done to them was of no consideration. Who cared was Lab Rats might think. When it came right down to it the Slithish weren't really evil, just the products of a different; extremely harsh and violent, evolutionary line. Their home planet would make Hell seem like a vacation resort. *
*Ironically it was our stubborn resistance that gave us a 'special place' in the hierarchy of the slave races conquered by the Slithish. The bigger the fight you put up, the 'better' you were treated. They appreciated that, we put up one Hell of a fight and the Slithish were impressed. It had been a long time since they'd had so much 'fun'. The worst thing you could do was surrender, then they had nothing but contempt for your race and you became, literally, food. If you weren't edible they usually just exterminated you. But 'special' treatment wasn't much better. The Slithish were predators, and loved to hunt, and since we'd proven to be a 'formidable prey' they took some of us to be used for 'recreational hunting' and breeding stock. That 'honor' was mostly reserved for those caught under arms, soldiers, cops, etc. They set you 'free' in a variety of rather horrible environments, and then hunted you down. The lucky hunter who caught you; if you survived the environment, got to do one or two things with you. They got to rape you, eat you, or both. If you survived you were returned to the holding pens until the next hunt. However since I was not 'under arms' my 'fate' was not as 'honorable', though I was still of value. *
*After Detroit fell and I was captured I was transported to one of their huge colony ships along with thousands of other human 'livestock'. That was fifteen long years ago, and I know I'll probably never see Earth again, none of us will, I doubt we could even find it. The Slithish mother ship was a world unto itself; the ship is built around a center hub containing a twenty mile wide; or wider, diameter of an exact replica of their home world environment. The huge colony ships only go one direction, outward from the Slithish Empire to 'colonize' new planets, and most of the Slithish are born, and die, on the great ships. So they created the 'jungle' for 'recreation', or maybe because they were homesick. I've only seen pictures myself, but that was more than enough. It's a jungle that makes Hell seem like a nice place. I'm told only one in ten of the humans who are chosen as prey even survive the jungle long enough to be caught by a hunter. If you get caught by one of the numerous other predators in the jungle the Slithish won't lift a claw to save you, just watch while you die horribly. If you're grabbed by a giant snake or carnivorous plant they'll just watch with interest while you're eaten, it goes against their 'moral code' to deprive another hunter of its meal, even if that meal is a sentient being who's screaming and begging for help while it's being eaten alive. It wouldn't be 'sporting'. *
But the Slithish didn't use slave races strictly for sport; just the more 'deserving' members of conquered races that had put up a fight. They found other uses for the rest of us. Some Slithish stayed behind to colonize the new world, and build more of their huge ships to 'colonize' even more worlds, whether the former owners wanted them too or not. I have no idea what happened to my fellow humans who were left behind on what was once our planet. I assume, like us, our new masters found something 'useful' for their new slaves to do, and/or hunted them for sport. They probably loved the Amazon and the jungles of Africa.
*When we arrived at the colony ship we were divided up by sex and race. I guess the aliens were racists. I was put in a rather small 'stall' with five other men. We each had a thin hard sleeping pad, and that was it. No clothes, no belongings, nothing. Animals don't need any belongings. It took awhile to get used to being nude all the time, but at least all my 'stall mates' were guys. After all our owners seldom wore anything more than equipment harnesses, so slaves sure as Hell weren't allowed to wear clothes. But we did get used to it, and since the ship was kept at a very warm temperature our masters liked it wasn't too bad. I'd guess it was almost a constant 90+ degrees, give or take a couple, and fairly humid, so we didn't suffer from the cold. *
*The Slithish attacked Earth not only because they attack any sentient races they encounter, but because the planet was almost ideal for them. They prefer the same basic temperature and climatic range we do, but being cold blooded do prefer the hotter climes. But their technology allows them to take strolls in Arctic blizzards wearing only an environmental control unit. It looks like a small butt pack, and protects the wearer inside a temperature controlled 'force field'. They do look kind of like Raptors type dinosaurs in that they are bipedal, have two legs, two arms, a long neck with large head with a snout full of nasty fangs, have long nasty claws on their hands and feet, and a long tail. They have scaly skin; the scales fairly small and fine, belly bands, and are roughly the same size as a human, but heavier and walk in a permanent crouch like a bird. The females are closer to our size being slightly smaller than males. Their colors range from brown to dark green, but most are a medium green with brown or dark tan belly bands and mottled back markings. The main way of telling the difference in their sex; at least for humans, is that the male Slithish have crests. You can't do it by looking at their genitals as both sexes carry their gear inside reptilian cloaca's. But the females are just as mean as the males; there is NO sex discrimination with the Slithish. There were some advantages in this as we could use most of the same stuff they could. We could sit in their chairs, wear some of their gear, use their weapons, operate their equipment, etc. The downside was that made us excellent slaves, and one major disadvantage was we're sexually compatible with both the males and the females, and they love to fuck warm blooded animals; it's a real turn on for them, so many humans became their 'pets', I.E., sex slaves. Not that the Slithsih are cold blooded; they're not, their ambient body temperature is just about ten degrees cooler then a humans. Those chosen for that way of serving their owners were 'modified' to have sexual organs closer to those of the Slithish, and to enjoy being sex slaves as they had no other option then to enjoy the sexual services they provided, either fucking, or being fucked, by their owners. Their own bodies were changed to make them need, and crave, that sex, and to respond to reptilian pheromones with intense lust. The Slithish felt a slave that enjoys what it's been enslaved for makes a better slave, which makes sense I guess. A slave that enjoys being fucked is a happy slave. Some became 'public property' which meant they had to service any Slithish who was in the mood to get 'laid', others became the private 'pets' of senior Slithish. It was not unusual to see a Slithish leading around a human; or other alien, pet on a leash. I was spared that too, though frankly you could argue that the 'job' they found for me was even worse, and I'd probably agree with you. *
*Shortly after being 'processed' and reduced to the level of animals we underwent a series of tests, both mental and physical. An older man in our stall didn't come back from the tests one day, and I have a feeling he was 'culled' and sent to the butcher as food. The Slithish only wanted slaves in near perfect health, any kind of genetic disorder or physical handicap was a death sentence. The 'intelligence' tests were everything from sticking square pegs in square holes, to advanced mathematics. The physical ones included medical exams and workouts. In fact the only time we were let out of our stalls for something other than tests was to work out every day for at least an hour in a well equipped 'gym', our owners wanted us to stay in shape and/or get in better shape. They liked their livestock healthy, especially the ones they hunted and/or fucked. If you didn't follow the prescribed workout regimen you were punished. If you misbehaved too often they took you away and you didn't come back. *
*Gradually more of my stall mates didn't come back from tests or exams, until only myself and one other younger man were left. Then one 'morning' two Slithish came to our stall, a guard and a 'civilian'. Slithish soldiers wore a kind of harness and usually carried weapons wherever they went, 'civilians' had painted body decorations that denoted their 'rank and caste'. But ALL Slithish were trained as soldiers and were natural predators, and an unarmed civilian could make mincemeat of a human in about five seconds, I know, I've seen it. The civilian attached leashes to our obedience collars and led us out of the large communal 'barn'. *
We were both as nervous as Hell of course, but didn't dare ask any questions. Slave animals did NOT speak unless asked a question or given permission to do so. The lizards were not gentle masters and had many ways to punish an insolent or disobedient slave; they'd had a lot of practice in perfecting 'animal control'. We all had obedience collars that couldn't be removed once they were put on, at least not by the slave. And they were much more than just collars, they interfaced with your brain and neural network and could be used for anything from telling your location, to inflicting a variety of agonizing punishments. However the worst punishments were inflicted via a chip implanted in our brains, all slaves and animals have them, intelligent or otherwise. They can 'download' recorded experiences other slaves have had, quite often 'death' experiences. You virtually became that slave and felt what they felt as they died, and it would seem to be 100% real. I was punished like that once for protesting when a lizard had hit me for no reason that I could see, the fucker just hauled off and hit me. For my 'punishment' I had the memories of a slave who had undergone living vivisection; while fully aware, downloaded into my mind. It broke me completely, now I will do ANYthing to please my masters in order to avoid having to experience that horrible agony again. Another punishment is to have the mind of a non-sentient animal downloaded into your own mind, and you get to experience what it's like to be a dumb beast, and the real horror is that sometimes they leave you like that. It's a very effective means of discipline, and causes no damage, at least physical. And of course if you're seen as a 'problem animal' then they can always use subjects for medical experiments. So I became a very obedient, very 'happy' slave.
*We were led to another section of the 'livestock deck' that I had never been to before, and attendants accepted our delivery from the guard and civilian, and I was taken to what looked like another medical exam room, and left secured to a exam table. By secured I mean spread eagle, naked and helpless, which was the norm. A short time later a Lizard came in, hooked up some machines, ran some tests, and left without saying a word. I didn't ask any questions. The most embarrassing; and degrading, part was when I 'gave' a semen sample. They didn't hand me a copy of 'Playboy' and give me some privacy; they just attached some probes, slid a tube into my urethra, pressed a button, and drained my balls while I orgasmed repeatedly. It was intense pain and pleasure, and I couldn't help but scream. I went from flaccid, to rock hard, to full ejaculation in about five seconds, and the shock to my system made my heart skip a beat and left me gasping. After that another Lizard came in and undid my restraints, hooked a leash on my collar, and led me to another room with what looked like an old iron lung in it, a big tank with a clear opening in the lid. I was put in, tubes and probes were attached, the lid shut, and I fell asleep, scared to death. I knew what a 'modification chamber' was; slaves called them wombs, and there was no telling what I might wake up as. I figured most likely a sex slave, and I wasn't too far off. Frankly I would have preferred a sex slave, it would have been less...animalizing. *
*I woke up lying on a pad in a typical stall. At first I was a little dopey, and thought nothing had happened after all, I'd felt the same way after some of the other tests. That was until I moved and felt something shift between my legs, and looking down almost swallowed my tongue. I was still the same, except for my genitals. My balls were now the size of baseballs, and my penis was a good five inches long flaccid, and much thicker now. I had no doubt it would be much larger erect as well. What the hell?? I thought. I'd seen plenty of sex slaves; they weren't anywhere near this big, at least their balls weren't! They were given longer penises, but they weren't any thicker, and their balls were internal like a lizard, their new sex more like a cloaca. I hefted one of the huge testicles, and noticed a metal band around the top of my scrotum; it looked like a smaller version of the plain silver-grey obedience collars, and like a collar had bonded to my flesh. I stood up, giving a grunt as the unfamiliar weight settled between my legs, and got a drink of water and ate the food waiting in the feeding trough. Then I lay back down, being careful not to have an 'accident', having to hold my enormous ballsack out of the way to keep from sitting on its contents. I had a feeling that would hurt. And I was horny, and without even really thinking about sex I started to get an erection, and my cock grew and grew until it was a good eight inches long, and I could just barely put my thumb and middle finger around it. I just stared at it as it throbbed, and felt my lust and need for release build to the point I couldn't stand it; ignoring it didn't do any good, and finally begin masturbating. And it had never felt so good, and about twenty minutes later I orgasmed, violently, and came for a longer period of time than I ever had before, spurt after spurt of ropy cum blasting from my pulsing cock while I drummed my heels against the floor and groaned, and it had never been so intensely pleasurable. And what really bothered me was I hadn't wanted to jack-off, had felt no real arousal, just intense feral lust and an aching need for release that I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried. With a final gasp I lay back panting, and caught my breath. Then I got up and cleaned the gooey mess off my stomach and chest as well as I was able with only lukewarm water. It had been a very disturbing experience; the sex had been almost...unnatural. *
Strangely the huge orgasm didn't seem to take much of the edge off my now almost constant simmering lust, but I managed to avoid a repeat performance and actually fell asleep for awhile, until a lizard work me up and snapped a leash on my collar. As always I followed him obediently, but was acutely aware of the huge balls swinging between my legs. They rubbed against my thighs as I walked, and it felt good, and against my wishes I soon had another aching erection, my cock bobbing up and down as I walked. At least it didn't seem to bother the lizard, and I was kind of relieved it was male. To my surprise I was taken to what almost seemed like an office, or a lizard version of one.
There was a desk; with a flat glass like top, and sitting behind it was an older male lizard. The one leading me attached the leash to a ring on the wall, and left me with the older one. There was no chair, so I remained standing, my rampant erection jutting out, pre dripping down the shaft, and I felt horribly embarrassed to be aroused like that. Then another big surprise, the lizard addressed me more as an intelligent being then a stupid animal.
"Slave, I am going to explain things to you, and explain your 'duties'. I know you are an intelligent animal, so will understand. Do not ask any questions unless I give you permission, if you do you will be punished. As a result of the physical and intelligences tests you took you have been chosen to serve your masters as a breeding stud. Your high level of intelligence, genetic makeup, and high sperm count make you ideal, and you will be mated with females having similar traits, and your offspring will inherit these desirable traits, Your life will be easy and; as your species experiences much physical pleasure while mating, enjoyable. The major drawback was your limited sexual breeding capacity, so you have been modified to allow you to service many more females within a given period of time then is normal for a male of your species. Additionally a control ring has been attached to your genitals to give us more control over your performance. But after awhile this should be unnecessary once you have been broken in. Serve your Masters well and your life with be pleasant, resist and you will still serve us, but it will be far less enjoyable. Now I will assign you to a handler, and you will start your duties immediately.
Then he touched the desk and a holographic display came up, and he looked at it for a second. Then he pressed a series of 'buttons' in the air, and the display sank back into the desk. I just stood there in shock, breeding stud?? I looked at my throbbing aching cock, pre dribbling from the tip. Oh My God. I was so shaken I actually spoke up,
"How can you do this to an intelligent species, breed us like, like animals? Don't you know we like to pick a single mate, and spend our lives with her?"
The lizard gave a soft hiss, and I realized I'd probably fucked up, but to my surprise he actually answered me instead of punishing me.
"Slave, you may be intelligent, but you are still just an animal. I suggest you service the females brought to you as quickly and efficiently as possible. I will overlook this act of disobedience this once. Next time you will not be so lucky. Do you understand slave? Because of your modifications your punishment would be sexual in nature, but I doubt you would enjoy it."
"Yes Master, thank you Master." Was all I dared say, I had a feeling trying to argue would have been a big mistake.
He just hissed and turned back to his work, and a short time later a younger female lizard entered the room. I could tell she was fairly young as her green scales had a lighter shade to them; they darken as lizards grow older. She waited until the Vet; or whatever he was noticed her, then said,
"Senior supervisor, you requested I attend you?"
"Yes, sub-assistant, this male animal is ready to start his duties. You will be his handler, in charge of his care and upkeep and making sure he meets his scheduled quotas. At this time I remand him to your care, you may go." Then he ignored us.
*I looked at her, and she looked at me, then with a hiss she undid the leash and led me out of the office. We passed some more offices and what looked like Vets facilities and entered another area I'd never seen. It was to be my home for the next fifteen years. She took me to another slave stall, identical to the others I'd been kept in. Next she secured the leash, and turned and left. I stood there for a minute, got a drink, and sat down. And started masturbating, I had no choice. I'd been rock hard for over an hour and it was starting to hurt. *
I'd been jacking off for about ten minutes when my handler came back, and when she saw me she gave an angry hiss, and I felt a powerful electric jolt in my collar, and stopped what I was doing with a squeal of pain. "Owwww!" SONOFA...I'd been so close to cumming! My cock was still throbbing, rock hard, my need for release agonizing.
"Self pleasuring is NOT allowed! She hissed, your seed is too valuable! Now come with me, you will be able to satisfy your need naturally."
She led me down a corridor, opened the door to a room, and led me inside. The room was empty; it was a standard one for a slave. There was a thin pad on the floor, and the outlets for water, food, and waste removal. The lizard sealed the door behind her, and said,
"Lay down on the pad slave, I wish to take my pleasure with you. It would be shame to let your seed go to waste through self pleasure, so I will relieve your need. As your handler this is allowed."
I won't say I was shocked, but I was surprised. Normally the lizards limited their couplings with humans to those they caught during a 'hunt', or the modified sex slaves. But I knew better then to protest, and God, I was so hard. So I lay down on the pad, and waited, with both fear and...curiosity. I had to admit I'd always kind of wondered what it was like to fuck a lizard, and now I was about to find out, by being raped by one.
The lizard crouched over me and I could see her cloaca, and because they go naked it was nothing new to me. Basically it was fairly inconspicuous looking folds in her lower belly hide between two bands. She crouched over my face, and said,
"Stimulate me for penetration, slave."
That I hadn't expected, but I obediently; if somewhat reluctantly, began to lick the folds of her cloaca. It was softer than I expected, the taste kind of salty. She remained still, hissing softly as her tail slowly swished, her hiss's getting louder after several minutes had passed, and suddenly her folds softened and became moist. I was relieved she didn't taste nasty or anything, in fact her pheromones; though alien, were still female and did have some effect on me, and my cock started throbbing even harder.
"Yessss slave, that is nice!! The female lizard said, now run your tongue inside of me, lick me as deeply as you can. Ssssss."
So I did as ordered and slid my tongue inside her sex, and found it was as soft and slick as the inside of any woman's vagina, and it sucked gently at my questing tongue, her sex cool and wet. She was trembling a little now, and her sex was quivering.
"Yesss, slave, she hissed, very nice, you pleasure me well!! I am ready, I will mount you now!"
She moved back, and as she lowered herself I guided my cock into her ripe swollen sex, her dark red labial lips now protruding, slick with her sexual juices and my saliva. She was tight, but she ground down on my aching erection, hissing in pleasure as she impaled herself, and I moaned and thrust up. God help me it felt absolutely wonderful, and it wasn't all my new lust either. I'd been 'celibate' since I'd been taken over a year ago, and she WAS a female, of that there was no longer any doubt. I held her around her upper body as she rode me, rocking back and forth and up and down, and she gripped my shoulders to help steady herself. She had amazing control over her vaginal muscles, and her folds clenched and loosened as they caressed and stroked me while we coupled, and all too soon I felt myself approaching my climax, and when I orgasmed I gave a deep guttural moan of sexual ecstasy as I exploded deep inside of her, and she ground down to the hilt, her whole body shuddering as she gave a high pitched hiss. Later I would learn a males ejaculation triggers the females orgasm in her species, and that shuddering and hiss was her cumming. She stood up, my cock slipping free, and said,
"Very well done slave, your cum was deliciously hot, my orgasm was intense and pleasurable. Now I want you to mount me from behind and service me as would a male of my own species, and do not sstop until I order you. Sssss."
*Had I still been 'normal' I'm not sure I could have performed again so soon, especially after such an intense orgasm, but I was still rock hard and rampant. So I got up, and when she crouched and lifted her tail I pushed it to one side, and I did as had been ordered, mounting and fucking her. The angle was surprisingly easy, so I could hump her without any discomfort or back pain. I held her tail under one arm and gripped her in front of her legs, and thrust into her with fast rapid strokes. She was tight, but slick, and I hilted fairly easily. My penis was thicker than a Slithish male, but about the same length, so she was probably being stretched quite a bit, but from her hiss's and other sounds of pleasure she was enjoying herself as much as I was. And I was enjoying myself, very much, in spite of the circumstances of my 'forced' coupling. *
I grunted in pleasure as my thighs slapped against her hard belly bands, but her sex was soft and receptive as it clenched and caressed my aching cock, and she turned her head, mouth open revealing sharp fangs, her tongue lolling out as she hissed softly, eyes half closed. I'm not an expert on Slithish body language, but I could tell pleasure when I saw it. And I found myself enjoying myself more and more, not only because of the incredible sexual pleasure; there is something very erotic about coupling with a totally alien female, but because I was in charge for a change, and I would determine when I gave her the sexual release she craved, she could not cum until I let her. So I kept fucking her, speeding up and slowing down, dragging it out, taking my time, and her hiss's became louder, and she began to pant and squeal.
"Slave, ahhSssss, enough, I am ready!! Sssssss!! Oh, oh, Ssssssss! Slave!! Ah-ah-ahhhh!! S-Slave!! E-enough...SSSSSSS!!!"
Not yet, I thought, holding her firmly as she began to squirm and buck a little. But I was very careful, if she really wanted too she could probably throw me off, and easily tear me to pieces. So I was gentle, bringing her to a peak, then slowly backing off and letting her 'rest'. Finally she gave a shrill, desperate hiss, and said,
"S-Slave, ah-ahhhhh, p-please!! SSSSssss!!!"
Yes Mistress, I thought, and speeding up brought myself, and her, to equally massive orgasms, and truth be told I couldn't have held off much longer myself as I was in a state of near sexual euphoria by then. And I pumped cum into her until it was spurting out of her tightly filled cloaca, while she frantically bucked and squealed under me. Then I rested; still holding her firmly, for a few minutes before dismounting with a satisfied grunt, and she gave a long soft hiss as I slid free of her sex even as it kept sucking at me as if reluctant to let me go.
*"That was...acceptable." She hissed, looking tired and a little wobbly. Then she pulled on the leash, and added "Come, I have kept you from your duties for too long. I will have you service me again later though, you pleasured me well." *
*She led me down the corridor to another room fairly close by, and as we entered I caught a scent that made my lust become even more intense, and my cock sprang back to a full erection, but when I saw what was in the room I stopped in the door. There were two padded frames; something like a vaulting horse in the room, and a nude human female was strapped face down on each one. I had no doubt as to what my 'duties' were, I'd known the second the lizard supervisor had said 'breeding stud'. *
My handler undid the leash from my collar, and said,
"You have a half hour to service the two females, when I return you will be taken to another stall to service two more."
Then I shocked her, and myself, by saying, "No, I won't do it, its rape!"
The lizard gave an angry hiss, running her tongue over her nasty fangs, and I gave a scream and collapsed as several extremely powerful electric shocks jolted through my body from the slave collar.
"Do as you are told, slave!" The lizard hissed.
"NO, it's wrong, damn you, we're NOT animals!" I sobbed. "Please, don't make me do this! Let, let me pleasure you again Mistress!"
*I expected more shocks, but instead she did something entirely unexpected, at least by me, and I found out what the lizard supervisor had meant by 'resist and you will still serve us, but it will be far less enjoyable". First she deadened my vocal cords so I couldn't speak any more; it was another function of the collar, so the lizards wouldn't have to listen to a slave's annoying pleading and begging unless they wanted to. It paralyzes your vocal cords so all you can do is grunt and squeal, like an animal. Then suddenly I felt a pleasant tingling in my balls, and it slowly grew stronger, and as it did my lust and need for release increased until I was holding myself and moaning. My cock was actually bobbing up and down, my balls pulsing, and the scent of the two women was becoming overwhelming. I looked at them and their legs were spread so their vaginas were exposed, their labial lips wet and glistening. They were the first human females I'd seen since being captured. The tingling was still increasing, and with it my lust, my need unbearable now, and release was right in front of me. I fought that base animal need for as long as I could, but every second it grew and grew until finally there was no way I could withstand it any longer. They had reduced me to a sex starved animal, unable to resist its needs. *
Whimpering, I approached the first woman, and with a shaking hand guided my cock into her dripping sex. She was slick and wet, and I slid in easily despite my large size, my cock pushing through her cervix and into her womb, and grunting like a beast I started fucking her as hard as I could. Oh, oh, it felt so incredibly good, but even as I fucked her the tingling keep growing as did my lust. With a slobbering grunt I sped up my thrusts, fucking her fast and hard. I had noticed there was a small ring pierced through her clitoris, and whenever my genital ring hit it there was a brief burst of intense pleasure, and soon I was drooling and slobbering in mindless pleasure, my reptile brain completely in charge, nothing human or civilized remaining as I serviced her like an animal. Just as the lizards had intended; if I wouldn't cooperate as an intelligent slave, then I would as little more than a sex crazed animal who had no choice but to try and slake his lust. And when I finally came as much pain as pleasure, and I gave a loud bellow as my balls strained and pumped cum into the squealing woman, her own vocal cords deadened to keep any screams from distracting her 'mate'. As I dismounted very little cum escaped, the lizards had made my cock so long and thick to insure I created a tight seal with I mounted a female, and deposited my seed as deeply as possible into my 'partners' to insure maximum chance of impregnation, their vagina's 'prepped' beforehand so they would stretch to accommodate my large size with a minimum of 'discomfort'. It was more 'efficient' that way.
Sobbing and gasping I backed away from the woman; horrified at what I'd just done, been forced to do. I'd just raped a woman, and not having any choice just made it worse, the act even more degrading. And my lust remained, just as intense as before, if anything the brutal coupling had only increased it. I looked at the other woman who was looking at me over her shoulder, eyes wide and terrified, and looked at the lizard. I tried to ask her not to do this, but could only grunt. Then; unable to resist that horrible aching need, I mounted the second woman and took her as brutally as the first, mating with her like an animal, both of us squealing and grunting. And again my orgasm was so strong and intense it was agonizing ecstasy, and I groaned as I climaxed. As I dismounted the pleasant tingling in my balls slowly began to fade, and I fell to my knees holding myself and gasping. Oh God!
"Slave, said my handler, if you resist your duties I will activate the mating program in your genital ring every time if I must. As you have experienced it is not as enjoyable as mating naturally. I will leave it up to you, but you WILL meet your quotas. If I must I will leave it on the whole time you are in the breeding stalls, only turning if off while you rest. Do you understand me, slave?"
*With a sob I just nodded my head. Yes, I would do what they wanted 'naturally', anything to avoid the horrible indignity of being reduced to a rutting animal again. They were very good at controlling their slaves, oh yes they were. *
*My handler let me recover for awhile before taking me to the next breeding stall. As we left the first one the two women were being taken away by another handler to be tested to see if they were pregnant, if not they would be returned to be serviced again. That was rare though, the fertilization rate was 99%. Later I would find out the human 'brood mares' had been modified as well, their gestation rate was decreased to two months, they always had twins, and the births were pain free and effortless as the lizards didn't want to lose valuable breeding stock. The ring in their clitoris's performed a similar function to my own genital ring; it could be used to induce intense lust and arousal in a female, make them desperate for sex, and/or to inflict punishment. All the females I would service would have no choice but to respond to my 'attentions' with extreme pleasure, regardless of how they felt about it, having been brought to intense arousal by their clit rings. *
*The next stall contained two more women on 'mounting frames', secured in what the lizards saw as our 'natural mating position'. I preferred it that way as I wouldn't have to look them in the face while I 'serviced' them. There was no foreplay allowed either, the lizards considered it a 'waste of time'. It was very simple, I approached a female, mounted her, fucked her until I ejaculated, and then on to the next female. And our vocal cords were always deadened while in the breeding stalls, we were there to mate, not socialize, and they were always restrained in 'mounting frames'. I never even knew what their names were as I mated with them again and again over the years. Up to four an hour, for twelve hours a day, that is until they increased my quotas to six an hour after I was 'broken in'. Every day, no weekends off, and no holidays. You do the math, I tried not to think about it, just did as I was told. And I never saw them for more than a few minutes at a time, and never saw any of my 'offspring'. And before; and sometimes after, a day in the breeding pens my handler would often have me service her as well, which I did as enthusiastically as I could. It was the closest to 'making love' I came in those fifteen years as a breeding stud, and my handler was very pleased with my services, sometimes even sharing me with other female lizards. *
*A few times I was transferred to another colony ship with human slaves to help keep the gene pool more diversified, they rotated the studs from herd to herd, it was more efficient that way, and the lizards did love efficiency. I resigned myself to my pleasurable purgatory, was a 'good' slave; and my owners were pleased with my performance. I even came to think of myself as little more than an animal, I never even saw any of the other 'studs', and if I spoke more than a couple of dozen words a year it was rare, and then only when I was spoken to. And I came to need that intense pleasure as it was addictive, again as the lizards intended. A slave who enjoys his work is a more productive one. And I was very productive, and my masters were quite satisfied with my performance as I sired new slaves for them. *
*My testes produced sperm; and my prostate produced semen, at something like thirty times the rate of a 'normal' human male. And another incentive for me to drain my balls as often as possible was that when my balls were full they didn't stop producing sperm as 'normal' ones would, they kept on doing it until my balls would be agonizingly swollen and tight, sperm oozing from my cock in a steady dribble. I got to experience that first hand after trying to resist one more time when one of the human females was little more than a girl, thirteen at the most. Our masters start breeding human females as soon as they're fertile. They strapped me to an upright "X" frame used for disciplining, and left me there for a day. Within hours I had a rock hard painful erection, and my balls were soon overflowing, cum dribbling from my cock, and my need for release was so intense and painful I was almost delirious from it. And when I was taken back to the breeding stalls I was a mindless beast, and serviced almost twice my quota of females that day. I never tried to resist again after that horror. And for fifteen years I 'lived' like an animal, and became little more than an animal. I actually came to accept what I was doing as 'normal' as it was all I knew. As the lizard supervisor had told me, it was a simple 'enjoyable' life of endless sexual pleasure, as long as I 'cooperated'. I had no doubt I would spend the rest of my life like this, and the lizards can keep a prime slave alive and 'productive' almost indefinitely, should they chose to do so. *
That is until the huge colony ship was attacked by Allied forces. We slaves had no idea our masters even had any enemies, we thought they were all powerful. But it turns out an alliance of many planets and systems; some already occupied by the Slithish, had been fighting back for thousands of years in a never ending war. They had no real hope of victory, but fought because the alternative was not acceptable, and no doubt in other parts of the galaxy other races fought their own hopeless wars. They would delay the Slithish for as long as possible in order to evacuate a threatened world, then flee to another one for a few hundred years of relative safety until the Slithish finally reached that area of space, fighting the whole time to try and slow down them down. The 'alliance' was widespread but fairly unorganized due to the huge distances involved, and ANYbody who fought back against the Slithish were members. A new race just engaging them would suddenly find unexpected allies showing up to help in the fight, and a few larger civilizations with empires and/or widespread colonies of their own were able to stop the Slithish cold in their area of space, but an offensive was out of the question. There were just too darn many of the lizards, and the more 'victories' you won the more lizards would show up next time. Unfortunately Earth had been off the beaten track and in a backwater galaxy, so no one had even kneown we were in trouble until after the Slithish had conquered our planet, our race becoming one of the thousands of slave races who served the Slithish. Many slave races had been ruled by the Slithish for so long they didn't even remember when they'd once been free, and these races had been bred over the millennium to be 'perfect' slaves, and were fiercely loyal to their masters. Quite often they were the ones who got to do the fighting, at least at first, if they ran into trouble the Slithish sent in their own troops. And now the human race as being 'modified' and bred to be another slave race, in a hundred years or so we would become quite content and happy to be slaves as any thoughts of freedom were bred out of us and our history and origins forgotten, and we'd probably have been so modified we wouldn't even resemble what we'd originally been. This method of enslaving entire races was another thing that made the Slithish unstoppable in the expansion of their Empire. The allies had to fight not only the Slithish, but thousands of other races as well, many bred to be nothing more than 'perfect' soldiers whose only function was to kill for their masters. And since humans had put up such a good fight they would become another race of slave soldiers.
*It was common practice for allied fleets to attack the huge colony ships and raid them, but complete destruction was rare. They were just too damn big, and since the main idea was to free slaves and get supplies nukes were seldom used. It was a hard and dangerous thing to do as every Slithish; and many of their slaves, would fight to the death. If a soldier died and dropped his weapon a 'civilian' or slave would pick it up and keep fighting. So the attacks were based on two main strategies, surprise and overwhelming numbers, the objective being to grab as much in the way of supplies as possible, and free any slaves who were not 'loyal' to their masters. Most of the freed slaves were more than glad to replace any losses the allied fleet suffered during their rescue, glad for a chance at revenge against their former owners. Those that could of course; many had been drastically modified to perform specialized duties, and were pretty much useless for other than those exact duties. These were usually just left behind; or put out of their misery, as the allies couldn't spare the time and resources to care for them as they often required special diets or living conditions. Some of the things done to some of the slaves was truly horrifying, but it was all done in the 'name of science' of course. *
*When the ship I was on was attacked all breeding operations were stopped of course, and I spent a couple of days in my stall desperately masturbating to keep my balls drained. Food and water was no problem as it was automatically dispensed from the feeder outlets. As the slave level was one of the targets of the allied liberators the fighting eventually reached the breeding facility, and then swept over and through it while I cringed in my stall, masturbating, as the battle raged. I couldn't stop. And then, suddenly, I was free, along with thousands of other slaves from many different races. Not much was said at first; figures in armor rounded us up and 'herded' us onto allied vessels, and being good slaves we obeyed our new owners without question. At first I was terrified, and only wanted my handler to come and take care of me. Since the section I was in contained mostly human slaves we mostly ended up on the same allied ship, which was fortunate because of our 'needs'. Just because I was 'free' now didn't mean I was free from my sexual needs. Fortunately the human brood females with the rings in their clitorises needed sex just as badly, and within an hour or two of reaching the allied ship every human breeding stud was mating with eager females, in public, with more waiting their turn as there were many more females then males. We knew it was wrong, but didn't care, lust can be a horrible thing, and our needs were irresistible. And the women didn't blame the male studs in anyway, for which we were eternally grateful. They knew that we; like they, had no choice. Plus many of the females were pregnant. *
*The aliens had seen this unnatural sexual behavior many times, and thankfully left us alone. Had they tried to keep us apart there might have been a riot. We knew it was unnatural, but were still slaves to the sexual modifications we had undergone. After we'd been there for a few days; and the fleet had successfully finished its raid, our 'captors' got around to us. They removed the genital rings and collars, and gave us drugs to help curb the worst of our lust, but the problem was there was no way to stop the constant production of sexual fluids in the males, or completely suppress the females need for sex. It seemed that even if we were 'fixed' or castrated our genitals would actually heal or grow back as our modifications had included changes to our actual base DNA! So we were basically fucked, in more ways than one. At least the female's tubes could be tied so they wouldn't get pregnant again, but it had to be redone ever few months. It seems most of the women had had their eggs modified so the resulting offspring were physically altered to be more 'versatile' for performing a variety of duties. The women told me some looked something like hairless rats or baboons and were used mainly for low level maintenance and manual jobs, other children were altered to be hunted for 'sport' to make them more of a challenge, and still others had thick reptilian like hide and claws and fangs to make them better soldiers. So they were more than glad to be able to stop breeding 'monsters'. *
*A few women had been left untouched though in order to produce 'normal' human slaves, mainly to be trained as sex slaves and used for more breeding stock. So any who wanted to could remain fertile. But even unable to have children the women still had their unnatural lust, their need to try and get pregnant as often as possible, so remained in a low level 'heat' constantly, and the mere scent of a male could send them into full blown arousal. For us males it was pretty much the same, our need almost as intense as before. So the aliens allowed us to form 'packs' of one or more males and numerous females so we could satisfy our 'needs'. No one was forced, but everyone ended up with a 'partner' of the opposite sex, each male with a large 'harem'. But there was a big difference, now when we mated it was because we wanted to; with someone we wanted to, not as animals. *
This created a bit of a problem as the aliens had to waste valuable resources and space on what were basically sexually insatiable animals. And as a general rule everyone in the allied fleet had a job to perform to earn their keep, there were no free rides in a spaceship, especially a warship. So they had to find something for us to do other than just fuck our brains out, at least until they could dump us on a suitable planet, providing they found one that would take us. Modified slaves were not popular. They could have just ejected us out an airlock; end of problem, but then again they weren't the Slithish. So they came up with a rather ingenious way of handling 'cases' like ours, basically they let us keep on doing what we did best, but with a catch.
*One 'day' an alien escorted me to see one of their officers; after I took a double dose of a sex inhibitor drug, but despite the strong dose it would only be effective for a short period of time, an hour or two at most, then I'd need a female again. In one of our 'packs' basically all the males did was service the females, the females took care of everything else since the male/female ratio was so lopsided. For instance I had twenty seven females in my 'pack'. I was the only male, though females drift from pack to pack at will. The males certainly had no 'claim' on any of them. That kind of single mate behavior was completely impractical now, and there was no way one female could keep a male satisfied anyway. The Slishish had seen to that when they turned us into little more than animals. *
I was escorted to the officer's cabin & office, and took a seat across a small desk from her. The allied ship, though large, was dinky compared to a huge Slithish colony ship, so space was at a premium. The alien was a member of an avian race and looked somewhat like a blue jay. It had white and blue feathers, with a backward pointing crest on its head, large black beak, and bright expressive eyes that always had a 'surprised' look in them. I could tell she was a 'she' as the males have small combs under their beaks. Most of the allied ship's crew was of the same race, called Flautians. Their resemblance to birds just increased when they walked as they had that forward leaning stance, tail feathers, and reptilian looking feet and hands. Their wings were just vestigial longer feathers on the back of their arms as they had been flightless for millions of years. They had treated us very well and with compassion, and we'd always be grateful for that kindness. Their own home world was occupied as well. Like many races they were basically orphans.
*The officer looked at me, and said, via a universal translator that all races have; the Slithish had been kind enough to give them to intelligent slaves as well. Her vocal cords were incapable of making many human sounds, just as ours couldn't make many Flautian sounds. So we used a kind of universal pidgin or patois. Her 'natural' voice was a lovely trilling twittering sound. *
"You are well, yes? Your accommodations satisfactory, yes, male human?" The officer 'twittered' at me; my translator causing me to 'hear' the translation in my mind despite what my ears heard. It was surprisingly easy to get used to.
"Yes gracious host, you have been most kind to my people." I replied.
"I have asked you here human male, to consider the best, awwk, er, use, for you and your fellow humans, for the best interests of the allied cause, yes. I have for you a proposal, yes; but you are in no way obligated to agree. Should you desire otherwise we will try to accommodate your wishes, yes."
"Again most gracious host, we are in your debt, and will seriously consider any way in which we may be of use." I replied.
"Excellent, I ask only that you listen and consider. Yes?" The officer trilled.
"Of course, senior female." I replied.
"For what the Slithish did to you we grieve, but it cannot be undone. We have seen this before, their foul deeds are numberless. But know this, we do not hold this against you in any way, you are but unfortunates of yet another atrocity. Yes? But even so such unnatural sexual needs may be of use to the fleet. This is my proposal human male; that you and your fellows; both male and female, train to become sexual recreation officers. Yes? There are many races in the allied cause with which you are sexually compatible, and many have need of sexual release. Yes? We spend most of our time in deep space battling the Slithish, and many of our crewfolk are young and virile. We do not encourage mating as the females becoming pregnant is not desirable, but males and females cannot be expected to give up sexual pleasure, it is a natural need in any race, yes? However, if a male or female was available for that specific purpose, one who would be compatible with members of other races and familiar with their mating practices, then they could provide the sexual release needed without fear of pregnancy. This would be a big moral builder, yes, with crews in deep space for years at a time, to be able to satisfy their sexual needs on a regular basis with a living partner. Yes? And you in return would have the numerous partners necessary to satisfy your own needs. You would be a full member of the crew with officer's rank and spacious private quarters to perform your...duties. You need not give me your decision until you of course have had time to discuss the proposal with your fellow humans. Yes? This is our proposal."
*Well, I honestly hadn't expected anything quite like that, but it did make sense the more I thought about it. We'd get the sex we needed, and contribute to the ongoing war against the Slithish in the only way we still could. While 'normal' or less modified, humans could join and fight, that was beyond our ability. Plus the idea of having sexual partners from other races was, well, kinky as hell. Some of the other races we'd seen were incredibly beautiful and/or strange. Some were pretty horrible looking too, but I doubted we'd be required to service any of them. How could we refuse? *
As soon as I got back to our quarters I fucked Barbara, a big titted blond woman who had become my most 'regular' partner, a kind of alpha female for our 'pack'. Like me she was insatiable, and it took about an hour for me to 'catch up' on my needs, and she was more than glad to give me the relief I so desperately needed. Then the pack had a talk; and orgy, to discuss the alien's proposal. There were six male, and over two hundred female, humans onboard this ship, all of those modified for breeding. I knew there were a lot more on other ships, both modified and otherwise, and am sure they got the same offer to help fight back in whatever way they were best suited for, and most likely accepted it, as we did. Those who didn't wish to join the fight would eventually be dropped off on a habitable planet. There was very little doubt about our decision really, it was something perfectly suited for us, and solved all our problems, and gave us a sense of fighting back, even if it was in a rather unusual; and very enjoyable, way.
** The End**
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