Shattered Values Ch. 04

He laid on the bed face down mewing like a cat in heat, writhing like a junkie in need of a fix.

Steven waited what seemed like hours. He was grinding his hard cock into the bed when he heard a voice behind him.

"These are my friends, you will please them all night. In effect, they own you for the next 10 hours. They paid for your holes." Steven heard Master's voice. He only had one reply to give.

"Yes Master." The words had barely left his lips before his face was filled with a giant cock. Seconds later he felt his ass being filled completely.

(Steven wasn't in that room. He was far away on Earth, eating the largest bratwurst ever made. His cock was being sucked by the prom queen, and her sister was eating his ass. Her tongue kept getting longer and wider. Steven was high on pain pills, or morphine. He wasn't sure, but he felt amazing.)

"Oh Jadal had better tell me where he got this cunt. It feels so tight, and seems to love it's slavery! Mine scream and bleed all the time." Lord Evunda said to his "little" brother, Merunda.

"Nice throat too, yours bleed because you are too forceful Evunda, They don't feel tight after they RIP ...fool. I agree, though, must find out where this one is from, the breed is exquisite." Merunda moaned and buried his cock into the humans throat. "What do you think Jadal wants for this little treat?"

"I would assume one of my stockyards. Though I don't know why, he hasn't any grade C or D quality slaves here. They are all Grade B or better." Lord Evunda began to grunt. He picked his speed up and held the hips of the skinny earthling, pounding 12 inches of wide meat deep into it's belly. The slave massaged his cock with it's muscles. It's plump, round cheeks jiggled every time the Lord bottomed out into the tight, hot, cunt. He tilted his head back, locked into the slave and dropped shot after shot of his heavy load into the slave.

His brother opposite him growled deeply as he fed the slave the first of many courses of cum.

The Lord Evunda plugged the slave so none of his precious cum could escape, then climbed off the bed and sat at a table in the next room. He pushed a button on the tablet in his hand. The slave fell asleep.

"What is Lord Jadal feeding us?" Merunda asked eagerly.

"Something he called "bovine" steaks. He said it was a staple of earth." Evunda said. As the small framed slave appeared with the cooked meat, both brothers covered their faces, appalled by the thick smell.

"Slave you had turn around, and get back in that kitchen with nothing less then Galorian ox, or breast of a cow from the dairy!!" Evunda ordered angrily. After the house slave left, Evunda continued. "Wonder if that little slave is for sale or trade?"

"Oh dear brother, you are impossible." Merunda said and laughed. Evunda joined him. They made comments about the slave asleep in the bed when the door opened again. It was Jadal.

"You gentlemen enjoy the first round?" Jadal asked proudly.

"Just wonderful Lordship." Merunda smiled.

"Yes indeed. How or where did you acquire such a wonderful beast?" Evunda asked.

"Would you like a few of it's offspring? Jadal smiled guiltily.

"Most certainly, what's your price per cunt?" Evunda's mind began to calculate a fair price.

"I'll give you six cunts... for the equipment, slaves and licensees for two slaughter houses." Jadal paused only for a second. "Including those new automatic spitting machines you designed.".

Evunda smiled, but then looked at the sleeping slave on the bed.. He wanted to keep the top position in the bargaining, so he could not accept this first offer. There was no way he was going to have this low-born Lord's cock inside him.

"The spitting machines have a name, they are the Jenktica 3000. I have ads all over. It's amazing you didn't know the name of it." After the minor insult he continued bargaining.

"Eight cunts delivered at birth, and only 6 Jenkticas per house, a slaughter house normally runs eight per, but I can't part with 16 of them. You staff them yourself." Evunda fired back in a cool manner.

Jadal said "Deal." He lifted his skirt and allowed Evunda to enter him. Evunda denied the Lord his cum.

"I'm saving my load for your cunt, sorry. I'm happy you accepted the deal." Evunda said with a bit of a sneer.

Jadal smiled. He had made the old Lord think he got the better deal, but Jadal had great engineers in his employ that could reverse engineer the Jenkticas. However he was still insulted by the lack of honoring the deal with a buggering.

"Please enjoy my slave for the rest of the day. I will have your cunts in 9 months, and I'll expect delivery of the equipment when my cows push out your new trainees." Jadal opened the door and left. Evunda forgot about the food and walked back over to the bed. He smacked the slave on the face. The slave woke and opened his mouth. Evunda climbed on the bed and knelt over the boys head facing his feet. The slave reached it's tongue out licking the rich Ferans heavy balls.

"You'll get fed slave, have patience." Evunda said quietly. He slid his knees back and placed the head of his cock in the eager slaves mouth. He then placed his weight on his hands as well as his knees, positioning his cock to be able to slide down the little slaves throat easier. The slaves cock began to harden as Evunda pushed into the humans neck. The tiny penis was right in Evunda's field of vision, along with the humans pathetic excuse for testicles.

The high Lord buried his meat into the slave's throat. He only stopped pushing when his balls were squeezed between the slave face and his own body.. The slave had taken all of him. Evunda wondered if the slave was insured for death by cock induced suffocation, as the sensations of such a tight throat was too much to stop feeling, even if it was just for the slaves quick breath of survival.

Evunda decided not to stay inside the cunt's throat and let him have a breath. As soon as the slave quit panting, he went back to fucking it. His brother finally decided to mount the round ass. He pulled the plug out and replaced it with his rock-hard phallus. The two brothers found a rhythm, pushing in at the same time and retreating at the same time. The slave bounced from sheer panic, when short on air, waving his arms about, to moaning and cumming uncontrollably.

Evunda became frustrated when his brother finished first.

"Take a deep breath slave." The boy followed the order. Evunda quickened his pace and slammed into the massaging airway. Even with the teeth of the boy digging in at the deepest, Evunda was finally able to fill the cunt's stomach with his second load of the day. Evunda collapsed, forgetting about the panicked slave under him. The slave passed out from lack of oxygen. Merunda reminded him gently.

"It's turning blue." Merunda said quietly. Evunda looked up. He pulled his soft cock from the slave.

"We need a drink!" Evunda said.

They had a few drinks next to the fire while they waited for their cocks to recharge. They discussed what they were going to do with the money and the slaves from the deal struck.

Evunda and his brother then woke the slave and went to finish filling both of his holes with cum. Five rounds later Evunda was exhausted.

Steven woke from a very long dream to a butt plug in his ass, and a full stomach. He belched, tasting a bit of the three cups of Feran jism inside his stomach. Steven was alone in a large room. He was happy to not remember why his jaw, throat and ass hurt so badly, he didn't even want to move. He decided to leave the plug in till he got home. He had an idea what it was holding inside of him.

Steven returned to the house feeling worn out, over-full, and sexually sated. He had no idea how many time he had cum, but he was sure there was nothing left.. He had nothing left for his sister. Jenny watched as he pulled the plug out of his backside, and was in awe of the near quart of cum inside her husband.

"There's some issues with your stud Lord." Doctor Menk said.

"Not from what I see, Daedel fixed all the issues." Jadal never looked up from his screen when the doctor walked in.

"Like most human males, he can't produce the sperm needed to keep the pace you expect." Menk stated.

"The cunt told me he did five yesterday, that is as many as the alien research office said he'd be able to do." Jadal kept reading the reports on dairy prices as he spoke.

"Lord, of the five he planted, only 3 took the seed."

"That is unacceptable, what are you going to do about it?" Jadal finally acknowledged the doctor and looked at him. The doctor felt his heart sink. He had answers, but none had been tested on the alien slaves.

"I can make him produce more seed...I think. I need to test it on a slave that is less valuable."

"Take one of the cunts from Stilta's men. His officers have a vast collection." Jadal was looking annoyed to the doctor. "In fact, you have permission to do any experiments you need to do to keep the profits up and the cunts and calves being born. I need litters of humans, and as quickly as possible. If it were even possible, I'd have you find a way to get the cunts pregnant!" Jadal yelled, half joking. Menk nodded, turned his back to the Lord and lifted his skirt. The doctors ass sat exposed to the Lord for three seconds before the Lord spoke.

"I'll fuck you when you have results." Jadal dismissed him. Menk began to worry if he would be able to get those results. There was so much research that hadn't been done yet on this breed of slaves.

Menk looked over the Feran Government library database on the Earth Human specimens like the ones in his lab. He looked at the anatomy of males and using the computer models, repositioned some of the lower organs. He checked the stability. The computer spat back.

CURRENT MODEL RESULT = DEATH OF SLAVE

He looked away from the screen and told his assistants to concoct a hormone regiment that would increase sperm production. His lead assistant, a man named Patolla, nodded at the task and began working on his own computer and issuing orders to the other scientists and students in the lab.

Menk looked up through the glass in the front of his lab as the 24 humans at a large dining table, were being fed meat from their own tribe of beings. The 24 were each served different cuts of human meat. Menk was attempting to find the source of the rumors about humans going crazy and dying from eating their own kind. He looked back down.

He paged through the library, looking for any sexual research done on the Human procreation, and genitals. Menk sighed. It was a good-news/bad-news situation. Little research had been posted, but it meant that whatever research he did, would be published. Menk had three males and six females delivered. He had no idea what was attractive to earth's most valuable slaves. All three males were attracted to two of the females...but only after the collars were turned off. He took notes on what traits the slaves preferred.

He had the slaves fuck the females. The seed was pulled from the females and a sperm count was done.

He reactivated the collars and allowed the cunts to have downtime. The next day he brought in some females that had only one or two of the traits the slaves preferred. They still were eager to mate with them, but the sperm count and fluids injected was way down.

Blood analysis was done after all of the 16 breeding experiments. The hormone levels told the story. He handed the results to Patolla.

Visual, and scent stimulation had a huge impact on the cunts ability to breed. With the perfect cow, the subjects were flooded with a certain hormone. Menk wanted to narrow it down. Menk wanted to make the prize stud get 6 cows pregnant per day. Menk sat at his computer breaking down blood results for 6 hours. When he solved the sperm problem, he created a serum that wouldn't affect the precious DNA. Patolla put the serum inside a hormone regimen. One injection a week would solve the problem.

In the morning, before anyone but the Lord was awake, Doctor Menk was outside of his office.

"Oh...Menk, unless you have the numbers for dairy dividends, I'm not really interested." Jadal said as he walked up the hallway. He looked at the doctor as he unlocked and opened the door to his office.

"Lord Jadal, I have solved the problem with your stud." He said weakly.

"Fine, I'm listening. What do you have?" Jadal turned on his computer and lights. The sun had not risen yet. Jadal had gotten rich not because of his bloodline, but because of his work ethic. He may have been seen as a low Lord by some, but he was proud of his work ethic, and after many years it had not backed down.

"With weekly injections I can get your top studs to actually seed six to ten cows a day." Menk said, with a bit more confidence. Jadal looked up at the doctor in disbelief.

"I have one top stud. I need lots of that cunt, so I need you to just focus on him." Jadal said strongly.

"What about cloning?" Menk wondered why only this one was so important.

"Cloning is illegal, and it is still unstable...Doctor, you of all people should know this." Jadal stated.

"Ah, yes..." Menk nodded. He thought of the experiment he was about to begin. That would be considered cruel use of property, which is also illegal.

"Menk have you found a way to find a way for cunts to breed and carry children to term?" Jadal looked back down at his computer.

"Lord, I thought you meant it as a joke at first. But...when I had solved the first problem, I began to investigate the second problem. I just thought it would be a challenge to even get close to a solution." Menk cleared his throat. "I actually found a partial solution to this."

"HA! It was a fucking joke! Ha-ha-ha oh! Oh! You have to tell me what you figured out. Blessed Cock! Did you really figure out a way to make a male carry a child??" Jadal had tears in his eyes from laughter. Menk felt embarrassed and somehow still proud at the research opportunity. All of this was illegal.

"So far I have only a theory." Menk said sharply.. His new boss pointed to the door. Menk nearly spoke again, then thought better of it, and left his bosses office.

Menk needed to really start his research on living humans.. He needed slave stock that was cheap. Male humans might really be able to carry and deliver. This was more of an offense, as using Class A slaves in medical experiments was worse then killing one . Menk had no quarrels with morals or law, as long as he got results. He'd been fucking and killing all slave races for years. Those he didn't outright murder, had been put into the lab afterward, and they had died during experiments.

"Why waste a good cunt or vagina?" He had said to Patolla a few years back, as if it justified it. Menk only knew of three smallish unused males on the whole of the farm. All of them were going to be sex slaves of the Lord at some point. One was currently under the collar of another slave. The prized studs house boy, Jimmy

Menk worked with the computer models for hours and hours. Every result came up the same.

CURRENT MODEL RESULT = DEATH OF SLAVE

Menk decided he would need to buy his own human male slaves.