Unlikely Breeder Ch. 11 - Sequel

Chapter 11

Civil War and change of policy

Colorado, Earth-side Frask palace

After the domes were built, Earth became a vacation spot. Nuphies had led the tourism push with the idea of "camping" and seeing fire. As well as the wildlife, and gigantic trees.

The human slave market value dropped further still, when Gork Families began to move to Earth for the job opportunities. Now middle class Gorks could afford a frask or two and even low income Gorks could afford a female.

A massive agricultural boost spread across the planet with human foods being replaced by hybrids of Gorkian vegetables. These would be able to live in the Earth soil and suck CO2 from the polluted atmosphere. That was counterproductive for my adopted race, but it was what needed to be done for Earth to get stabilized.

It was my 36th birthday. 4 years had passed since I found myself in that black room. I had my fourth child two months prior, and I knew Nuphies had something planned. She was all about Earth culture. Just now "birthdays", was her new thing.

I was sitting at my desk talking to the Minister of Foreign affairs over a long distance wave.. He was on a tirade about how the mass emigration to Earth was hurting Gork business. He even inferred my husband was getting upset about it. I shook my head.

"Minister, If King Ramah has a problem, he'd have sent a wave by now. I assure you that the subsidies, and tariffs are keeping the budget balanced for both economies. The Queen double checked herself!"

"No offense my Frask, The population sees it differently. You are losing favor. You were once a savior, now you are seen as a absentee ruler!" He warned. The pine green Gork looked serious. (I need to call Ramah.) I thought.

"Check the numbers and reassure those on Gork Prime that all is well. Go on news shows. Get famous. Minister, the Imperial family is trusting you." I said and slapped the green square on the wall. It turned red.

I went over the numbers. The only people losing money were in the slave trade. Yet when it began they had made a killing. They had to know it was going to level off, or possibly decline at some point right?

I touched the wall.

"Comm, get me Director Milin at the human affairs office." I said.

"Immediately Frask."

Ha! "Human Affairs"... It was a slave registry. Only it did have a financial arm. Myself and my chef Gregg were the only "free" humans alive, even then Gregg was technically my slave.

"Yes Imperial Frask, this is Milin" The dark green monster said. "(This Gork should be on my guard, not behind a desk!)" I thought.

"I need a way to increase the price of slaves, I want to know your thoughts." I opined.

"Well Frask, that is something we all want. But you may not like my ideas, and I don't want to get atomized when you hear them." He said carefully.

"Not a chance, I do not punish for ideas, I punish for lack of action." I assured him.

"Your wife has stopped the shipping of Cow over here, and some of the nobles are wanting meat. They do not care for the chicken, but love the pig meat." He stated.

"Beef and pork." I said quietly.

"Frask?"

"Nothing, continue." I sighed.

"You should know that I have issued 30 permits for human breeding farms just this week. That will drive the price down harder. There is a meat source right here. Human females." He said and stared at me.

I had laid down a law, two years prior, that said that humans would never be consumed as meat. I hated what he said. I wanted to strangle him. Had I been on the wave so much, every Gorkian forgot I was human...in appearance at least?

"The law says no." I answered. "Find another solution and get back to me."

"Yes my Frask."

"I already know what Nuphies will say to this, and I'm against it, best call Ramah." I said to no one.

He answered right away. I explained everything. He took a tone of understanding, yet I think he missed the big picture.

"Demoja...I like meat, you like meat. Anyone with a sky sled can afford meat. This is all our wife's fault." He said.

"Not placing blame, I need to get the average price of a frasks back up to 22k, and breeding females up to 4k." I pleaded.

"I'll wave you back in a bit." He said and cut the feed. He had scowled at me. I knew the minister at the Human affairs office was right. Yet I could not pull the trigger. I had to fix this. I knew what it would take for me to remember who I was.

"Track down General Jerra, and have him report to my throne room." I said to the wall.

"Yes my Frask."

I sat thinking everything through. The nobles were unhappy from losing money The middle class took some losses on investments, but the lower classes were happy as hell. Cheap slaves meant that humans that operated farms on earth had slaves to themselves.

So, I would lose the lower classes if I did this, as the price of slaves would go up and cannibalism was still a major sin. Unless....

I slapped the wall.

"Minister, cut prices on all females still on Earth. Let the human grain farmers buy a bunch en-mass, and then in two weeks I will announce a new law that will help the Gorkian population." I told him.

"So no press tour?" Milin asked.

"Yes, but on the press tour, explain that slave traders and breeders will be better off in two weeks. No further comment after that." I pressed. "If you do well, I will reward you."

"Yes my Frask." Milin cut out.

I felt guilty, at the moment. I would feel better soon.

Jerra was let in by my guard.

"Gonna have to go home for a couple weeks Jerra." I informed the General.

"You want me back on your personal guard?" He looked at me curiously.

"No, I just need you and the Admiral to arrange safe travel."

"Done my Frask. Anything else?" He looked disappointed. Perhaps he wanted a war?

"Yes. You will report to the Queen and Prince in my absence."

"Yes my Frask." He saluted and left.

That night at dinner Daniel and I sat at one end of the table, while Nuphies sat at the other end. Daniel had taken to meat just like his frask, and father. Nuphies hated the smell. I had taught human manners to my son, and he ate quietly. Never talked with his mouthful and used silverware instead of his hands.

I waited till he was finished eating and asked him to go study for his class in exobiology. He moped a bit, but listened to me. I finished my dinner and swished a beer in my mouth before walking toward Nuphies.

I knelt next to her chair. This put me at eye level with her thigh, which was a sexy deep blue, and smooth as silk as I laid my hand on it.

"What is this?" She smiled down at me. Her English was better everyday.

"Jullo heckth ned lea frask binna cullet." I said softly.

"Oh Demoja, does Ramah know?" She asked smiling.

"Figured we call him, I already arraigned the ride." I explained.

I had spoken Gorkian so the human slaves would not know what I said. This was not something they needed to know about. Only the guards knew what was said.

Later, we sat in our bedroom and told Ramah. He expressed pure joy at the fact that I initiated it. He would be happy to see me next week.

Nuphies and I kissed and rubbed each other in all the right places till her massive egg laying cock began to rub between my ass cheeks.

"I love you Blessed Frask" She said as she pushed deep into me.

Just like every other time it was pure shock, and incredible pain. I tried to speak to express my love for her, but my lungs were empty. By the time she started pouring her lubricant hormone into me, I had been panting from the pain. Then once the hormone hit me I relaxed, and felt high, and in explicit pleasure.

"The egg is coming Demoja. Hold on tight!" Nuphies picked up her pace and I felt the hand ball sized egg pass through her cock and into my bowels. A flood of hormones splashed behind the egg putting me in an opiate like high, as her now limp egg-layer fell out.

She nursed my cock till I let loose what little load I had left, after she had crushed my prostate for the last 15 minutes.

I fell asleep leaking on the bed as she kissed me with her light blue lips. I was pondering why I love catching her egg, but it felt homosexual when Ramah fertilized it.

Didn't matter, I was smiling and snuggled to Nuphies chest, wrapped in her big blue soft arms.

Because of the rotations of the Solar system, and the Gorkian system, the trip would take 7 days. There had been a time when it was down to 4 days, and it could be worse. It could get to be 12 days.

It had been awhile since I was back at Gork Prime, and I was not eager to deal with the lack of oxygen again. It was a simple fix, just a delivery system I could breathe though my nose, but I was liking being back on Earth.

This compared with the poll numbers of my job as Imperial Frask was also something I dreaded dealing with. The trip was uneventful, I was just bored to tears, as all the video game developers were enslaved I had nothing to play but old games, and Gorkian books are just plain awful with sex. No story...just sex, sex and more sex. Great for a boy hitting his prime. Didn't a damn thing for me.

FOURTH WALL BREAK (Glad Sungmehetu is writing this!)

When I arrived at the King's palace I was greeted by reporters. I walked briskly.

"Frask, what is your plan the Human Affairs Minister is speaking of?

"Frask, what are you going to do about the hold on imported females?" I stopped and turned to the light blue female Gork.

"The hold on females is to shore up the supply on Earth for grain and vegetable production. It is temporary, until all the labor needed Earth-side is filled. Imports will begin after that need is met. As for the rest of your questions....unless it is: "Why am I home?" I leave to to the Human Affairs Minister." I said and began to walk again.

"Why ARE you home?" One male stepped in front of me with a mic and vid recorder.

"To make a prince, princess, or frask!" I shouted, then double timed to the line of guards that protected the door of the palace.

"Oh come on Ramah, you knew I was coming home!" I walked into his bedroom to find exhausted men and women, all past 50 years old, strewn about the room. Moaning and oozing Gork jizz from two or more orifices.

"I only was able to fuck one to cock addiction. But she was REALLY old." Ramah laughed.

"Fucked to addiction??? Where did you get that idea?" I asked.

"One of your movies. It was called a 'torture-porn'. I think" He showed his blades seductively.

"You are twisted. Look I'm here to make the baby, you can go back to whatever you were doing, after it takes." I sighed.

It smelled like cum, ass. Ben-Gay and a hint of barbecue pork in the room. I climbed up on to the bed and closed my eyes taking the "frask position". I hated this part, but it needed to be done. My small body was nearly enveloped by his heavy green form, With my passage pointed up toward him, he pushed in.

All I could do was hold on for dear life. The pain was exquisite. I felt my breeding hole stretching beyond normal...Ramah was very excited. I would like to say that I kept my composure, but I could hear myself moaning like a frask in heat. Which, I guess I was.

Ramah had no plans for this to be quick. Thankfully thanks to his secretions, I began to get high, and the pain left me.

I heard myself lowing like a cow, and whinging like a whore. I had lost all control.

Finally I felt the telltale twitch begin. I knew then I was pregnant, even before the cum onslaught began to back flow. His heavy oxygen breath, and his weight on my small body, caused conflict in me. The last pulses splashed against the egg, and oozed out of me as he retreated the massive cock.

The high washed over me like a warm wind. My eyelids grew heavy, and I began to fall asleep. His seed dripping from the open gaping wound. A little smile grew across my lips as I knew that this child would be special.

I was kept in the doctors care for the next week. I was told that the cells were dividing, and the pregnancy was successful. I thanked the doctor when he released me. I had a speech to make, and I had been dwelling on it the entire time I had been in the doctor's care.

I was dressed in the finest sash, my hair was freshly removed, and I was given full body makeup that gave me the light red skin of a natural Gorkian Frask. Additionally, my twig and berries, were chilled before I stood at the podium, to make them as small as possible. This, was to break the news to the populace. I had to look like a an Imperial Frask, even though I had a human nose and was only 2/3rds the size and weight.

The lights from the press was blinding. So I focused on my notes instead. I turned away from the microphones, and cleared my throat.

"Dear citizens and slaves...." I wished I could gauge the faces of the press but the lights were too bright in my eyes and I couldn't see any faces.

"I have an announcement. The minimum price on a Frask male human will now be set at 20k. Breeding females grade 4 and 5 begin at 5k. This law has been agreed to by myself and King Ramah. Thus the law is passed!" I said boldly. The murmurs grew louder. I bared my teeth to silence the press..

"I have more news!" I said through my clenched jaw. The press quieted.

"I am pregnant." I said quietly into the mic. This made most of the press forget the prior statement. I hoped the population would forget too and I was cheered. I waved to the crowd that I still could not see even after the lights were dimmed, and was escorted out of Ramah's throne room.

Gregg was the first to greet me in my bedroom.. Well..."greet" isn't the word I'd use.

"You are nothing more than a slaver to your own race!" He heaved at me.

"Yes, and you belong to me." I looked up at him.

"You are a piece of shit!" Gregg's spittle reached my face on the word "shit".

"I'm sorry would you rather be a frask or labor slave instead of eating good food and fucking the finest women?" I wiped my face, then looked back up at my best friend.

He thought about what I said and lost his aggression.

"So what is your decision?" I asked calmly.

"My apologies Frask, I forgot my place."

"You did dearest friend. We shall have beers and steaks later. I will explain to you WHY I do what I have to do. Alright?"

"Thank you my Frask. May I resume my duties?"

"Yeah....we have steaks to eat!" I smiled.

Gregg grinned back weakly, and the guard let him go.

I sat back on the bed and let the redhead girl nurse on me for a while. My mood was ruined. I pet her head.

"Sorry girl, I'm not in the mood. But you can sleep with me tonight." I said quietly.

"Master, I will please you. You need to relax." She counseled.

"Not yet. I have one more call to make." I said as the girl climbed into my bed. I touched the wall.

"Frask?"

"Need a scrambled message to Earth, my palace, Queen Nuphies." I said.

"3 minutes my Frask." The comm officer said. I waited till the now blue light turned green.

"Nuphies my love, I need you to export meat. Ramah and I have agreed. Also I have fixed the discrepancy in the slave trade."

"So I was voted out?" She said in English.

"Love, the cattle farms need to stay. We can keep some chickens, for human consumption, but it is hated here. We can cut pork production by half." I explained.

"Well....Fine. But since your announcement, the Nobles are tossing fits." She reported.

"They can continue, but the middle class and the lower classes will be happy. Plus with you shipping meat, the Nobles will be satiated." I said in smooth Gorkian.

"Ugh fine! When are you coming home?"

"I have to make a speech and wait for the release from the doctor. I will board the next scout back to Earth after that. Congrats Momma!" I said in English. I heard her giggle.

"Congrats Frask. What will you name this one?" Nuphies asked.

"If a male? Jerra. He's been good to us." I said. In the distance I heard him speak.

"Thank you Frask!" Then he said. "Sorry My Queen".

"It's fine Jerra, Demoja Frask is right, you should have that honor. Demoja, if female?" Nuphies asked.

"What was your mother called?" I asked.

"Nublitzy" She said.

" I like it. If it is a natural Frask, I will name it Eve, after a story told in some religions among my old people." I said airily.

"Wait, you like Nublitzy?" Nuphies asked amused.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's a low name."

"Oh." 4 years and I hadn't figured out the hierarchy.

"Your suggestion my love?" I asked.

"Is there a neutral name that is close to yours?" She asked.

"No not really, Hmm, Derek." I was thinking about it when my redhead slave said out loud in a seductive voice, "Darryl".

I tapped her head sharply as a punishment. She whined.

"Demoja?"

"Sorry Dear, the slave understands Gorkian. But the slave is right, Darryl can be both male or female."

"Hmm, well a natural born frask is a feat, especially while cross breeding with...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say you were not Gork." She went dead silent.

"No offense taken love. Trust me, every time I take your egg. I'm reminded."

"Please get back to Earth soon." She sighed.

"As soon as I am safe to travel love."

"I love you Demoja."

"I love you too Nuphies."

I reached down and pulled on the redhead hair pulling her to my now massively erect cock.

"Throat it, and I will feed you. I have steak to eat soon, so take my load mouthy slave!" I growled. I wasn't angry. I liked this girl, but I could never be seen as weak to my own kind..

I pumped her throat for 15 minutes, before the massive load was released. I deposited it into her gut directly. I lay down on my bed as she gently cleaned my cock. I noticed her large ass, wide hips, and perfect skin as she cleaned my dick and balls of her throat fluid.

"What is your name girl?" I asked.

"Redhead breeder 19-201".

"Before you were enslaved?"

"Mickie Kiln"

I slapped the wall.

"Comms!"

"Yes Frask?"

"Get hold of Gork-side Human affairs. I need to change a rank with one of my slaves." I said as I watched the woman smile grow wide.

"My Frask it is after-hours...I'm not sure..." The male said.

"Okay fine. What is your name?" I asked sternly.

"I will get director Milin on the line immediately Frask!"

"Thought so." I said to no one.

"Hey slave?"

"Yes Master?"

"Pay close attention, this will win you a chance to go back to Earth!" I winked at her. "But it means that you will have to eat some Gork ass, and drink some piss. I have to share you with my wife. Do you agree?" I asked. Mickie seemed to be thinking hard.

"Can I see my family when I get back?" She asked pleading.

"If they are still where you left them, I suppose."

"My Frask?" Milin asked annoyed.

"Yes I need redhead breeder 19-201 transferred Earth side with me when I leave. I will be breeding her directly and I want her on my staff as...." I stopped and looked down at the girl holding my chest tightly.

"Do you have any skills?" I asked.

"I was a school teacher when the ships showed up, but I'd be a good house slave. I can cook and clean." She said worriedly.

"Yes Milin? Promote to Alpha caretaker and teacher of human children. Put her in the Imperial counsel."

"Understood my Frask. Is there anything else I can do?" He was more annoyed now after being called for a simple slave promotion.

"Sorry to bother you Milin, I'll let you go back to your wife, frask, and kids."

"Thank you my Frask."

The light turned red.

"Wait, what does that mean for me?" Mickie asked.

"It means I just put you in charge of all of the teachers training all the humans to be productive slaves. You will also be in charge of the palace nursery, and the nurse maids I have there. You will be Alpha to over 100,000 women world wide. Shit I need to get you a translator." I thought out loud.

"No, my Gorkian is pretty good. We've been speaking it this whole time." She smiled as she held me, her head on my chest.