Shattered Values Ch. 02

The silent commentator next to him mouthed the word "Billions?"

"The slaves you didn't see, are all of the females that we harvested. Most of those are ground into fertilizer, or spit roasted. A select few are kept to for the breeding of more male slaves that have the traits you twelve have. Young human males with small bones, and short stature are valuable, and cherished as sex slaves. Your chips have yet to be programmed, as you will be auctioned off. Depending on who buys you, some of you will become studs to breed 3 to 5 human females a day. Some of you will be private sex slaves, with occasional stud work, some won't have good enough DNA to be studs at all.

It is possible one or more of you will be bought by a pimp, and be put into prostitution. That will be the best life for you, constant use, 18 hours a day of being filled, ass and throat. The record for a human prostitute is 144 men in a day. The cunt had a total of two and a half gallons of cum inside him. He didn't survive the ordeal, he died the following day. At any rate, cunts are allowed to drink up to a gallon of piss per day. That is the maximum allowed, by law. It is the sole source of water for some prostitutes."

The next to Steven was dry heaving.

"You slaves aren't programmed yet, it sounds disgusting now, but having all of your food and drink come out of the end of a sixteen inch cock will be heaven to you in a few hours."

"Sixteen inch cock???" It finally hit him. Now he was the one mouthing words. He was going to be a slave for the rest of his life, in constant pain, and nauseous, however long that life might be. The slave training alien answered that.

"Life expectancy varies wildly with you lot. The studs are allowed to live till they hit 40 or 50. Private slaves live till their 30's maybe 40's, depending if they can get a Master when your current owner bores of you. Each owner you have down the line, will be a poorer man. By 35 your cunt won't tighten as well anymore. Your Master will be a man in a two bedroom flat. Then when he tires of you, he'll sell you to a street pimp, who will run you 24 hours a day, as a mouth mainly. Your body will fail in the matter of a year, as you will be a public piss pot as well. Even vomiting after each man pisses will not save you. It will also make you lose the meal the man gave you before he pissed in you, and you will starve to death."

The alien man looked at the boys. Many were openly crying. The ones that weren't crying had a look of confusion. They didn't understand what all he had said, actually meant. Steven had a frightened look on his face.

"Alright, well it's almost time for the auction. All of you line up on the white line on the floor. You..." The man pointed at Steven "...have special circumstances. You will go on stage first. We found your sister and your incest babies. You are different from 98.22 percent of the rest of the humans. You seem to enjoy incest. Your buyer was set aside, he's offered four times the normal rate for a stud/sex slave. With a nice cut going to the auction house." The man smiled. Steven figured he worked on commission.

"For the rest of you, if you want to live long and fuck your females, you'll want to go after this one. If you want to live in constant sexual bliss you'll want to be last. The first one to handle my cock down his throat and get me to cum gets to pick his spot." Steven was moved to the front of the line. The man stood next to him and lifted his skirt. The young man next to him knelt. The head of the aliens cock seemed to be bigger then the boys skull. The boy opened his mouth as far as he could. The bald 18 or 19 year old was grabbed by both hands. The giant cock pushed it's way into the waiting mouth, his lips stretching, the teen flailing. The giant began pushing into the boys throat. The teen's neck began to look like a snakes, filling with a full sized rabbit. Mercifully, the man pulled out and then shoved back in harder. He worked the throat of the oxygen starved boy for a full two minutes. He pulled completely out.

"You had better get more flexible slave! Who wants to try next?" One of the confused guys, maybe 20 or 21, raised his hand slowly.

"Knees!" The man ordered. Steven watched as slave after slave tried to get the cock down his throat. The man took every volunteer, three never volunteered. The man next to him, kept his hand raised after catching his breath. The alien finally came back to him.

"You think you can do it this time?" The slave nodded.

It damn near killed the guy. The alien came on the victims face. It was then Steven realized how he had come up with the unbelievable numbers "Two and a half gallons of cum...". Steven doubted that a horse came that much jism. The load had to be a whole cup. The slave stayed right where he was in the line. He wanted to be put to auction after Steven, and the prearranged buy.

Steven was walked out onto the stage. There was only one man there who made his single bid of 4.2 million credits. Steven was walked down to his new owner. The man looked larger then the trainer, possibly 9 feet tall. Steven saw the outline of his cock in the bright white skirt he wore. It was larger then the trainers, at least in length. It could have been foot long, limp. The man took off the leather collar Steven wore and replaced it with a metal one. The collar clicked shut around Steven neck. Steven heard an audible "beep" inside his head. His chip had been activated. Steven expected a giant change in perspective. A sudden need to suck elephant cock. It didn't happen that fast.

"Your sister, and daughters...ugh sisters, are waiting at my house, as are 300 other cows. Between servicing my cock with that sweet ass, and you making 100 or so boys a year with the cows, you are going to be a busy little boy!" He said joyously.

"You are going to make me millions!"

The man attached a leash to the metal collar, and began to pull Steven out of the auditorium. Just outside of the auditorium, was a large group of men. They each had symbols attached to their kilts,. and a sign with a symbol in their hands.

"These are the buyers, cunt. Many of them are very angry with me, so you have to move quickly." The Master said. Steven thought to try to run. The leash was made of a light material, and Steven was quite sure he could break it. Steven instead kept pace with the man, who legs were almost double the length of his own.

Steven was now looking around him. This place looked much like Earth. The sun was in the wrong place. It looked to be mid-day, yet was quite cold to his naked skin. He guessed it was about 50 degrees. They had cars like earth did, but they ran on something quiet, and hovered over the ground without wheels. The buildings were bigger, the landscape looked nearly the same as Earth.

The thing that caught most of his attention, from the exit of the auditorium and the long ride back to his new home, was all of the sex happening right in public. It seemed nearly every man was fucking another alien man in the ass. There were very few women to be seen. Every single one he did see was pregnant. Most wore collars, and were naked. Steven remembered the words "patriarchal society", and how America had once been that way. The U.S. wasn't that way anymore. One thing Steven knew for sure, as debauched as some of the cities may have been, sex in the streets was never a legal activity.

"Culture shock" didn't begin to describe what he felt as he watched these men bugger each other. Steven watched these large men and felt his dick get hard.

"You want that big dick inside you, don't you?" Steven's Master asked. Steven wanted to say "no" but felt himself nod. He looked back out of the window of the floating car.

"I hear on your planet, women are equal to men. Is that true?" Steven nodded again.

"Not anymore. We've harvested half of the population. The only section of your world that wasn't harvested were the people living by the giant wall, and their neighbors to the east with the darker skins and love of four legged cows. Those people are doing mining and farming on your planet. They are taking apart the cities brick by brick, and replanting trees and crops." He trailed off. He too now was looking out the opposite window.

"They aren't favored here." He said suddenly. "The people are as polluted as their cities, and four legged cows!" He laughed.

"The only good milk for drinking, cooking or bathing is from the human cows. I own many of them, and you are going to give me ten fold!"

The Master smiled and pulled Steven's chin to face him. "How those people polluted their own cities and areas so bad...the very humans themselves are disgusting inside." Steven thought back to the news reports on TV. India and China had built coal plants and chemical plants all over the country sides. It had been said they had eclipsed the rest of the worlds rate of pollution by threefold, and the air was the quality that came out of an exhaust pipe of a car.

The Master looked at Steven's erection. Steven blushed. The collar had to be doing it. Perhaps the thought of fucking 300 girls.

"Most of your day will be dealing with the cattle. Talking to them, collecting their milk, and fucking four or five per day, until you have them all bred." Steven listened closely.

"This includes your sister and daughters. They are waiting for you at my house. Your sister's collar has her programmed to want to breed with you." The Master began to explain. Steven shot him a glare.

"Your three and four year old wear collars as well, but they aren't activated., They will understand our language, but the collar won't be active until they are of age to understand and safely give birth." He clarified.

Steven nearly fainted. Stephanie was four years old? I was asleep for four years? He had seen a mirror while in the lab. He hadn't aged a day! That is what was making this so difficult to believe. He dismissed it. What he wanted now was to see his sister.

"Speaking of collars, yours should have finished programming you by now. I will know when it is finished, and it has not yet managed to get through that brain of yours, little cunt." Steven wondered what the sign was that he was brainwashed. Or "programmed" as they called it.

"You have a tough will there. No worries though, even the strongest of wills are bent by that metal ring around your neck, and the chip in your skull." The Master looked back out his window, allowing Steven time to finish programming.

Steven didn't feel any different. His thoughts remained on his sister and daughters. If this collar and chip had failed, he wished he knew how to show the Master the job was finished. He turned and looked out the window on his side. He wondered how much longer the trip would take, but he still couldn't speak. He wondered if that would ever return.

Steven felt a massive hand on his head. It pulled him down to the Master's giant, now erect, pulsing phallus. Steven fought just for a second, then opened his mouth wide. The head was nearly as big around as a soda can, and Steven winced as it past the front of his jaw. He felt a sudden urge to feel it stretching his throat, and tried to push his head down. The Master stopped this, savoring the feel of the slaves tongue moving around his cock head.

Steven heard a low groan and felt the Master push gently on the back of his head. Now the cock began to push into his throat. Steven expected to gag, but never had the opportunity as the Masters cock pushed right past it. Steven felt his own penis get rock hard, and felt a wetness brew down between his ass cheeks.

The Master continued to feed him the soft skinned meat until his lips touched the sack containing the tennis ball sized testes. It took a few moments to pass, as Steven felt his slavery, before he realized he was running out of air.

The Master seemed to know it was time and slowly pulled his cock out of the small slaves neck, cherishing the ribbed throat. The slave inhaled deeply and exhaled. After a few breaths the Master began to feed him again. The Master began holding his head and fucking the now, looser throat. Steven felt himself getting very hungry.

Steven felt no pain nor panic as the assault on his throat continued. Steven was able to take a breath every time the head of his cock retracted into his mouth. The speed picked up and Steven felt himself going into a trance. All Steven could think about ,was eating. He realized he hadn't had a proper meal in four years. He didn't have to wait much longer. The Master's cock was all the way inside of him as he felt it pump his stomach full of his seed. Steven felt as if he had just eaten a large bowl of oatmeal. The cum was heavy and warm.

Steven felt the cock begin to shrink, and then felt a new feeling inside of his throat. His stomach began to expand as the Master released his bladder into the new slave. The Master pulled out the now limp cock, and Steven took a few moments to recover.

Steven shook his head to try to get the lustful thoughts shaken loose. He wondered why his ass felt wet. He reached down and touched the wetness there. He had wondered if he had shit himself. He looked at his hand. It was clear, and didn't smell.

"You are experiencing a hyper reaction in your hole. It is preparing itself to be fucked. " The Master said offhandedly. Steven belched quietly. The combined flavors didn't make Steven nauseous, instead he savored it. The Master looked out the window after putting his kilt back in place.

Steven looked out the window as well.

City had given way to fields, and then fields gave way to forests. They passed a couple of small towns, each was surrounded by fields. Then more forests. The hovering car slowed and changed direction, making a left turn into what looked like a solid patch of woods. The woods gave way to a clearing on both sides revealing a wall as high as a prisons. The car slowed slightly while a gate opened and then carried on at the speed it had been the majority of the trip. It hovered over a dirt pathway with fields on either side.

In these fields were hundreds of human men. Some pulled plows, others drove them. Some stacked grains, others loaded carts. Later down the road, was a vast orchard. The fruit didn't look like anything Steven had seen before. Here crews of smaller slaves picked fruit from ladders, and dropped them to catchers who loaded baskets. The baskets were taken to carts. The carts were pulled by the largest of the slaves. Steven marveled at the use of so many people. He found himself staring at the poor souls pulling carts.

"Those are "horse" slaves. All they do is pull things. Plows, carts, whatever my foremen tell them to. The harder they pull the carts the wetter their cunts get. My foremen love to fuck the muscled ones. The rest of them I just call "farmers". I'd let them fuck each other through their 6 hour rests, but the only slaves allowed to keep a cock are ones like you...and the meat. I suppose they don't think much of using them as they are being pushed through the grinder, or spit roasted." The Master laughed.

The car must have been moving at at least 100-120 mile per hour, yet it still took 30 minutes to get to the house. "House" was being quite modest. It was the size of a shopping mall. The car finally stopped. Steven's internal clock said that they had been riding for at least three hours. Steven did some quick math. If he got outside, it would take him 4 hours to reach the walls... if he was able to run the whole way. He doubted that was possible. His muscles had withered to nothing.

The Master got out of the car, but didn't give an order for Steven to. Steven stayed put. The Master walked around the car and opened the door on his side. He took the leash in his hand. Steven got an idea to test the strength of the leash.

Steven stepped out of the car and then when the leash was pulled taught, he purposely tripped and fell using all of his weight to pull back and down on the tiny weird silver colored leash line. Steven realized by nearly beheading himself, that the leash was stronger then it looked.

The Master looked at Steven displeased by his lack of grace and waited only for a second for Steven to get back to his feet.

"Curious how you didn't yell out?" The Master said. "That should have hurt your neck!"

Steven could only nod, as when he opened his mouth nary a sound came from it.

"I'm going to have words with my programming engineer." The Master turned to a genital-less slave of about 25, holding the door open.

"Get Daedel and tell him to meet me in the study!" He barked.

"Yes my Master!" The slave let go of the door and ran into the house. The Master caught the door in his hand and pushed Steven in. The doorway was easily 12 feet tall by 8 feet wide. He guessed the Master as about 9 feet tall. The top of Steven's head came to just below his sternum. Steven chin would be where the alien's belly button is. Steven was still baffled at the size of things.

Steven was tugged through the doorway. The slaves cleaning around the house stole glances at the still 21 year old man with his penis still dangling from him as he was led through the giant foyer and hallways. The looks he got, reeked of jealousy and hate.

The Master picked up his walking pace, forcing Steven into a jog just to keep up. He felt like a chihuahua, chasing a basketball player. It was warm in this place, and Steven had now grown thirsty again. Steven dreamed of a cold Shasta, or maybe a cold beer. A new thought touched his mind, the thirst quenching warmth of the Masters piss. He craved the bitter taste.

Steven shook his head violently. Fucking gross! He fought the pictures in his mind. The simulated sensations that were now making him erect. He looked down at his seven inch hard-on. He then looked at the Master that pulled his leash. He hadn't noticed. Steven thought of old women eating dog shit.

The hard cock lost it's ebbing of blood and began to deflate.

"It's going to take a while before you learn your way around this place. The first place we are going is my office. It is where I do business. I have two meetings to take. I will be handing you over to Daedel. When I am finished with my meetings, I will come to get you and take you on a tour. By then you will be much more receptive I expect. "

Steven was finally dragged down a long hallway and pushed into a door the Master had just opened. He was ordered to kneel next to the Masters desk. The Master began talking to someone about milk output. Steven zoned off, and thought of Jenny. He wondered if she looked the same, or if she'd aged. He was day dreaming about her and being reunited, when a knock came to the door.

"Enter!" The Master said.

"Jadal, you asked for me, has something gone wrong?" A thinner, shorter man with studious hair entered. Daedel reminded Steven of a classic nerd. Thin, bony and somewhat unsure of his own voice.

"This one's collar hasn't programmed him." The Master who Steven now knew as Jadal, said.

"How strange. All of the cunts and cows you bought have the same model collar. Would you mind terribly if I take him down to the lab?" Daedel said in a raspy voice.

"Actually, I demand it. This is my newest stud and cunt. I need him eager, hard and wet. Incest doesn't disgust this one, and I plan on using that for the next 40 or so years!" The Master threw the handle of Steven's leash at the man. "Fix it! The last few dozen births have sold less then 300 grand COMBINED! This stud will breed his sister and daughters for million credit cunts!"

Steven wanted to tell the men that he would be more then eager to fuck the "cows", but nothing came from his throat yet again. Daedel pulled on Steven's collar with the leash. He stood and followed the man out of the Master's study.