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Shattered Values Ch. 01

By: Sungmehetu



All characters are 18 or older. 

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It was on a camping trip when the long battle of the siblings ended. A truce cemented by hatred of a common enemy began with a morning fishing trip. It was first light in Arbor Vitae, Wisconsin. Steven wondered nearly out loud why he was still living at home at 21 years of age, while he checked his supplies a second time. Jennifer was why. She was 18 now, but Steven still felt he needed to protect her from the very deviant Paul.

Steven had packed the bait in his tackle box the night before, along with a couple sandwiches and a jug of cold fruit drink. He left the lakeside cabin his parents had a time share in, on the way to the small pier with a couple of small rowboats latched to it. He figured the reason they had picked this cabin was it's proximity to the tavern. He heard a small noise behind him. He sighed.

"What is it brat?" Steven asked.

"Can I come with you?" Steven stopped and turned to see his sister holding her closed reel fishing pole. He thought about how she had begun to get his back to their stepfather recently.. He nodded. She was wearing a bikini top and shorts, and Steven couldn't help but steal glances at the 18 year old pair of perfect "B" cups, in a top too large. When she bent to pick up a paper bag, he could see her bare tits.

"You put your own worms on your hook, and you have to help row, okay?" Steven said with authority. 

"Deal!" Jenny ran down the small dirt hill towards him, and walked along side, as they crossed the ten yards of lawn to the dock. 

They got to the spot under some shade where their mother had told them they might catch some Bluegill. Steven cast his line, set his pole down, and helped his sister rig her pole. He thought about how she had been so quiet lately. He thought about the small whimpering sounds he heard in the middle of the night when he had gotten up to pee. He watched his bobber, then hers.

"So Jenny, why did you stop trying to get me in trouble with Paul??" Steven alternated his gaze on either side of the boat, watching both lines. 

"I guess I realized I don't like Paul any more. He's mean and weird." She said almost inaudibly.

"Hell ya he's mean....what do you mean "weird"?" Steven broke his sentry to look at his little sister.

"He's weird. It's real bad late at night when he's been drinking gin." Jenny gazed blankly at the bottom of the aluminum row boat. Steven had heard about things like this, he thought maybe it was happening to his baby sis. He cut to the point. Jenny never lied to him. 

"Is Paul touching you?" He forgot the fishing lines.

"Steven....." Her eyes began to tear up. Steven didn't push any harder. He waited for a few moments.

"He smells bad, his breath is awful. He isn't nice to me when he is like that. He does stuff. Makes me do stuff. You can't tell mom! She will think I'm trying to steal him away!" Her voice was almost loud now on the quiet lake. The graceful Bald Eagles seemed to stop fishing themselves at that moment. She reached out to him. Steven hugged her. 

They never caught any fish that day. They did become best friends united for one cause, to protect each other.

From that day on, anytime Steven could possibly get in trouble, Jenny provided an alibi. Steven stood sentry late into the night until Paul would try to sneak into Jenny's room. Then Steven would suddenly have to pee. Sometimes, Steven would get a charlie horse in his calf and begin screaming in fake pain. On the weekends they would sleep in the same room, pretending to fall asleep while playing Grand Am Tour Racing or Monopoly. 

It worked, nearly half the time. Not nearly enough. Steven confronted Paul, and lost.

June 7th 2019

Jennifer had just graduated, and was looking for a part time job to help her mother make ends meet. Steven chipped in and was making a decent wage at a burger spot. Paul had lost his factory job, and was in a downward spiral. Mom had asked that they stay and help out as opposed to moving out on their own. 

Later, Steven was attacked by Paul, but this time Steven won the fight. Paul made it clear that when he saw Steven next, Steven would die. Jennifer drove her mother out to her aunt Ginny's house with a packed bag and a gun. Jennifer returned to find the plan was already underway.

With Jenny's virginity and Steven's life at risk, they packed a couple bags, needed tools, canned food, mason jars, and sundries, than headed to the deep woods of the Kettle Moraine state park. Most of what they packed belonged to Paul. In the middle of the night they left, not knowing the future, but knowing they would survive. 

Steven had bought a 20 year old car with his wages from the greasy spoon joint he worked at. Jenny had used her time to fill notebooks with drawings and notes on edible and medicinal plants in Wisconsin. She also studied Native American traps, and hunting techniques. Jenny stowed two bows, two hunting knives, and 30 arrows in the back of the car that Steven had hidden in the barn at his girlfriends house. 

Jenny was panicked by the time they got to Cleveland, 20 miles south of Paul's house. Paul had come home after they had started packing the car, and didn't realize his wife wasn't home, nor did he notice the old car parked in front of the house.

"If he wakes up and calls the cops, we're fucked!" Jenny sat in the passenger seat, knees at her chest, rocking on her jean clad butt.

"Keep yourself together Jen, He is drunk and passed out. We'll have camp set up in the middle of nowhere before he wakes up." Steven lit a cigarette. 

"Did you remember the tents?" Jenny was now going to pick apart all of their planning. Steven sighed. His sister was still difficult, but in new ways.

"Yes Jenny, and the flints, and the knives, and the sleeping bags, and the...." Jenny cut him off.

"You don't have to be a dick dude. I was just making sure." She put her left hand on his right shoulder. "What about our paperwork?"

"Paperwork?" Steven looked away from the road and at his sister.

"You know, our social security cards, birth certificates, and what not." Jenny looked concerned.

"Oh documents, yeah got em in a steel box." Steven looked back at the road.

"Money?" Jenny's voice was high pitched on this word. Steven wanted to stop the car and push her out.

"Dammit Jennifer! I have everything we need besides the weapons, mason jars, and canned goods that you were supposed to pack. Did you bring everything you needed?" His words were machine gun fast, while his grip on the steering wheel became vise-like. His anger could only be directed this way...the only other option was to smack her, and he'd never be like his step-father. "Did you bring tampons? Bra's? Panties? Did you remember your birth control??" Steven glared at her.

Jennifer looked at the road ahead, she got the point. She was worried, and she was taking it out on him. She knew he wouldn't forget anything important. A few mores miles passed and they turned west. Jenny looked at her brother.

"I'm sorry, I'm just scared. I didn't mean to take it out on you." She said softly. Steven nodded.

"It's alright, I'm nervous too. I'm sorry too." The car grew silent as the AM radio station drifted away, and the siblings focused on what was in front of them. 40 more minutes passed in silence. Steven recognized a road he had not been on since he was 8. 

The road led to their cousins house. When he was a child his parents would go to the barn parties there. They would drink and do other stuff till way after the sun came up. Steven remembered going out to the barn early in the morning and seeing his parents, his uncles and aunts and many of his cousins all naked in a pile on a huge blanket. They were all passed out. The part that piqued his interest was the stockpiles of booze and beer his cousin had.

"Jenny should we get some booze for us?" Jenny perked up.

"How would we get that?"

"Cousin David's farm! He's got tons of it, and he parties all the time...." For some reason it took till just that moment to realize what was actually going on at those parties. "AWWWW NASTY!!!" Steven yelled.

"What! What is it!?" Jenny was very confused by the outburst. She was looking all over the road looking for a deer corpse.

"Nothing Jen....just something I realized our parents did at those parties. Kinda explains a lot about Paul, and why Mom never says a word."

"Like what?" Jenny leaned into him now.

"Like sleeping with their brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews!" Steven said with a grimace. 

They sat silently as Steven turned down his cousins long driveway. He turned off the headlights and dropped his speed, trying to be stealthy.

"Do you think we could be the children of one of our uncles...or grandpa?" Jenny asked genuinely.

"I don't want to think about it. Look! Look in the barn, see all those shiny things?" Steven asked. A flashlight pointed in the open barn.

"Yeah!" Jenny began to open her door. "Help me load as much as we can in! We are getting fucked up!" Jenny trod quietly into the barn grabbing a case of the second rate beer. Steven opened the trunk, there wasn't much room. He looked in the back seat. Not much room there either! But the floor was wide open. They could fit a lot on the floor. Maybe eight or ten cases. He closed the trunk and open the rear doors. They quickly moved 10 cases of Schultz's Deluxe onto the floor of the rusty sedan.

They had stopped for the third time. Steven was quite unsure of where they were. It was too dark, he was certain he had missed a turn. He walked around the intersection of the two county roads and then studied the map. He got back in the car. Jenn looked at her smart phone and shook her head. "No signal."

"It's at least 15 more miles to the entrance of the state park." Steven was getting really agitated. 

"We have to find a remote spot before the sun comes up!" Jenny reminded him.

"Yes, I know the plan, I came up with it!" Steven stepped on the gas. It was already 5am. They needed to be deep into the park in less then an hour. 

Twenty minutes later they saw the sign saying that they were entering the park. Steven knew parts of the park rather well as his class had spent time there a couple years ago. They had spent four weeks there, two of those, Steven and his friends used to explore. It was then that he found the thick piece of woods that had only one way in, and nary a trail for five miles in any direction. No road for almost twenty. It sat in a valley near a stream. The fact that it was in the dense valley would make their camp hard to see even from the air, and if they had a fire going, the smoke would dissipate in the swirling winds. The only way to the spot was from up steam, as down steam was a steep water fall. 

Neither had considered how many trips it would take to get all of the stuff they had packed in the car, to their new home. It was daunting. It took seven trips. Two of those were just beer. 

Jenny took to organizing the food and tools, as Steven ditched the car outside of the park. The walk back was long and hot. It was still early summer. He guessed the temps were already in the 90's and it was horridly humid. As he walked his mind cleared. It was then he realized that they would not survive a long cold Wisconsin winter in a tent, even with their best winter clothing. He was instantly thankful he had brought a couple of saws, and an ax. He was fairly certain he could build a log cabin with Jenny's help. It wouldn't be thick logs, but he could insulate with grasses and leaves between two layers of smaller logs and patch the uneven places with mud. If he did it, he'd have to do it soon, as the mud would have to bake dry. He was proud of his plan. He worked on the details as he walked.

It took nearly a day for him to return, and when he did Jenny ran at him arms wide, she had meant for it to be a hug, but she knocked the tired young man over. Her long brown hair covered both of their heads as she lay on top of him on the forest floor. She kissed him all over his face and head, settling on his lips at the end.

"I thought you were caught or, even dead!" Steven's eyes were wide open as she lip locked with him again, her mouth was open, and her tongue was trying to gain entry. It was immediately clear she was drunk. Steven returned the kiss, happy to be back. Happy to be with his sister, and away from their parents. Steven ate and rebuilt the fire Jenny had neglected in the later stages of her drunkenness. She passed out shortly after his return, and he doubted she'd remember the kiss when she awoke. He hoped that she wasn't too hung-over, they had a lot of work to do in the coming weeks, and that process started tomorrow. 

Steven woke the next morning. His muscles ached from the hauling, and then the 30 mile walk. He knew that if he procrastinated, it would set a trend for his sister, and by October they would be royally fucked. He looked at his wristwatch. A quarter of 10am, the two hands said. Jenny had a digital watch, Steven told her that the battery may die at anytime, but she insisted on her favorite. Steven was hand wound everyday. He did this now as he sat up. His sister was in her sleeping bag fast asleep still. He crawled from his own bedding, and put on a fresh pair of jeans.

He went to the stream that was less than 50 yards away and filled a bucket of water. He returned to camp and set the bucket down. He added kindling, and then some dry branches to the smoldering fire, blowing on the coals to get it hot. With a tiny "whoosh" the fire ignited and was soon a good cooking fire. He found four sticks of about equal length and thickness and tee-peed them over the fire, tying the top end with green vines. He hung the metal bucket over the fire in hopes that it would boil soon, as he was thirsty, and he knew his sister would be. He chose a direction using the shadows for guidance and collected all of the wood he could returning each time with an armload. He made two large piles and figured it would be enough for the afternoon and over night. 

He then took a hatchet and began cutting down young green trees. He grabbed Jenny's notebook and studied how to build a fish trap. He had built three, and set them in the stream before Jenny woke.

Steven had been right about two things.

"Oh! My head. When did you get here?" Jenny asked. Her eyes squinted away the light of the fire as the sun had already set. 

"Early this morning. You were in quite the form!" Steven chuckled. His 18 year old sister seemed to own the pain and anguish of a 40 year old. Her moans and seething aged her. 

"Is there any clean water?" She asked with a raspy voice. Steven handed her the bucket of now cool water. She grabbed a cup and dipped it, while picking the bugs off the surface, who were probably laying eggs in the clean reservoir. 

"You slept the day away, and now we are a whole day behind on preparations. Hungry?" Steven was already cooking hotdogs. He had a bowl of berries he had collected and was snacking on them. 

"Terribly. As you see, I organized everything. All food stuffs and smaller items are in the spare tent." She said proudly.

"Yes, I realized that as I went looking for things I needed. You did a good job, I was able to get to everything with out having to move much around." He handed her a hot dog and a handful of berries. She attacked the food, she hadn't eaten in the near 16 hours she had been sleeping. Steven by contrast had only caught about 3 hours of sleep. He was tired and she was just now full of life. 

"We are going to have to get our sleeping schedules together. We have so much work to do." Steven said between bites. Jenny simply nodded in agreement. She hesitated, then spoke.

"Yes tomorrow morning, we should get started on building a permanent residence, these tents won't protect us in winter Steven."

"Just my thinking." He agreed.

"For tonight we will eat, drink and be merry!" Jenny quoted the decoration from their mothers kitchen.

"You want to drink more?" Steven was surprised at this.

"Yes, it will be more fun than drinking alone!" Jenny giggled.

"As long as there is no more of the kissing." Steven said quietly.

"What kissing?"Jenny looked shocked.

Steven explained what had happened the night before, and then connected it to their parents behavior at their cousins house. This brought a deep conversation about incest, and why it was seen as wrong, yet there were tons of it in history, and in the bible. The discussion took them into the night and way past drunkenness. 

Steven thought back on their first day and night together many times. Hindsight being what it is, he assumed that their blossoming friendship, and now, complete dependance on each other is what helped it along.

It could have been the conservative household in which they grew up....which Steven now found hypocritical and repugnant....that their first night together became what it did. The sudden freedom mixed with alcohol, mixed with the attraction he had for his sister and the repressed feelings his sister carried for him. All of those things helped. 

Steven might have put it on his raging hormones.

The kiss couldn't be broken as they tore off each others clothes. Steven's hands explored every square inch of his sisters tight body. Her hair smelled only of her, not shampoo, not mousse, his nose raked the smell in as fast as he could pull it to his lungs. 

He toy-fully played with her small pink nipples on her b cup breasts, eventually feasting on them. He squeezed every round part of her as her arms locked around his muscled back. His inexperience left him with no other moves other than to slide himself inside of her. It took a few attempts to get it right, but when he did Jennifer moaned as Steven inhaled deeply through his clenched teeth. Her very tight warmth enclosed the rookie cock, drenching it in her honey. Jennifer began to feel pain, then slowly fulfillment. Steven felt it build quickly.

There was no sin in it. It was passion and love. They both lost their virginity in a matter of 27 seconds, when Steven filled her womb with his large amounts of repressed seed.

Jenny knew that he must love her, as they didn't break their embrace till the next morning. It was odd they didn't discuss it at all. It just..... was. 

By the end of the second day they had harvested 10 long logs, all away from their campsite, and dragged them back to camp. Built a few more fish traps, and scouted a few deer trails. They dined well on fish and wild vegetables. After eating they began to plot a spot for the house and the garden. That night they didn't bother with the beer. They fell asleep in the now double sized sleeping bag, the two zipped together into one, in each others arms, exhausted.

The following morning, they began a new routine. They made love, ate, harvested and hauled logs while it was cool, and checked traps or actively fished when the heat set in. At just before dusk they would work in the garden, now in the clearing stages, until it was too dark, swim/bathe, then they would eat. Sometimes they'd have a few beers, most nights they didn't. They'd make love passionately, and fall asleep. They were in love.

June 12th 2019

Sargent Mark Tesslaff had been to this burger joint four times in three days, and each time it had turned up next to nothing. It was clear to him, and he suspected his superiors, that Steven and his sister Jennifer didn't want to be found. The fact Steven had planned nothing for summer with even his closest friends suggested he had planned io leave. When he interviewed Jennifer's closest friends he got the same result.

"Kristen, when you mentioned the trip up north to your parents cottage with the rest of your friends, how did Jennifer react?" The recently promoted detective sat in a 70's style living room across from two concerned parents and a 19 year old girl that couldn't be bothered. 


Shattered Values Ch. 01



"She ah, she said.... she said she wasn't sure what she would be doing this week. She told me she'd get back to me after she talked to her dad." The 19 year old said. It was a nearly identical story from the rest of her friends. They had known about the trip for almost a month, and Jennifer's dad had no idea about it. Nor did her mother. 

"Thank you. I'm sorry for intruding, Mr and Mrs Brown." The detective excused himself, and left the house. He drove back to the station. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he had to convince his boss that this was not what he should be doing. 

Mark Tesslaff had known Steven and his family since Steven was 13, when he first started running away. Steven was a smart kid. Although he hung around with some of the bad crowd, Steven had nothing but runaway complaints and one shoplifting charge in the file. If Steven had figured out a way to disappear, the kid was gone, never to be found. 

The protective side of Mark appeared. He did like that kid. That wasn't the way it was at first though. It had taken quite a scene in the detention area before Mark realized what that poor Blitzen kid had been through.

A Manitowoc County Sheriff's deputy had brought in a 14 year old Steven Blitzen. Steven was armed with a hunting knife. There was talk of the kid's 12 gauge shotgun, but it wasn't on his person and was supposed to be hidden under a van near Steven's girlfriend's cousins house. Mark stood up when he overheard the conversation. 

"Deputy? Is that the Blitzen kid in holding?" Mark walked over to the slightly overweight man.

"Yeah, found him on Dairyland drive, said he was headed to his girlfriends house in....." The deputy looked at his notes. Mark filled in the blank

"In Cleveland. Yeah, I know this kid. You say the gun is over at the girlfriends cousins house?" Mark asked.

"Yeah that's what the boy said." The deputy read it off his notes. Mark looked at his Lieutenant.

"L-T, I know right where that is, and what van he's talking about. I caught Steven over there before." The lieutenant looked up from his desk and waved Mark off. 

"Go and get it Tesslaff!" 

Mark found a large duffel under the rusted out van behind Melinda Hofstadter's house. Inside were clothes, pictures, notebooks and a Savage 12 gauge pump. He found 10 rounds rolling at the bottom of the duffel and the gun was not loaded. 

He returned to the station to see the Blitzen kid's parents in the room next to the interview rooms. The step-father was asking questions at a fever pitch and Marks colleagues were deflecting them. Mark walked up to the Sargent and said he had the gun and duffel. Paul Talbot, the step-dad, over heard this, and it sent him into a rampage.

"I'm gonna kill that little shit. You don't have to lock him up, cause he'll be DEAD!" Mark turned to look at the enraged man, who was now being restrained by his fellow officers. He was clearly a violent person with a trigger temper. Mark helped subdue the large man and handcuff him to the chair he had been sitting on. 

Mark made a decision right then. If he ever saw Steven on the street again, he wasn't going to report it, he wasn't going to haul him back to his parents. From now on he, and a few of his friends were going to help keep Steven OUT of the Blitzen household. Three weeks later he had seen Steven on the street near the local roller rink. He stopped Steven. Steven halted upon his name being called and seeing Mark's patrol car. 

"Steven, you eat today?" Mark asked. Mark noticed his clothes were dirty, his hair was a mess. 

"Just some pastries at Lynn's house this morning." Lynn was the girlfriend that lived in Cleveland. The kid had biked out there everyday to see her. Sometimes that was a 50 mile round trip, depending on where he started from. Mark reached into his wallet and pulled out a $10 bill. 

"Here, take this. Go down to the Burger King and get a whopper and some fries. Use the change to get smokes, or whatever. BUT! I don't want to see you out after midnight tonight...." Mark watched his reaction to see if Steven had plans for a place to sleep. Steven nodded and agreed quickly, which meant he was either biking back to Cleveland that evening or would be staying at his best friend's house.

".....If I see you out here, I'll have to take you to the station. Okay?" Mark was confident that Steven knew how to take care of himself, yet there were always a couple weirdos that liked skinny under aged boys. Steven nodded.

"Thank you officer...." The boy looked at his name badge. "Tesslaff. I won't forget this, I'll be off the streets by 11pm sir!" Mark drove away. He knew that Steven would keep his word. 

Mark sat at his desk. If Steven took his sister with him, it must mean that the abuse had started with her too. He thought. He wanted to put Paul Talbot behind bars, but without seeing the beating himself he was powerless. Mark decided the best thing he could do, was nothing. He had confidence in the cunning kid. Yet...the protective side of him wanted to make sure Steven and Jenny were safe. If I run into them I'll ask, and see if they need help. No reason to drag them in for petty theft. They were adults now after all. Mark closed the folder and filed it. He moved on to the next case, a bungled weed buy where someone had left behind half of the 200 lbs of weed.

July 10th 2019

Steven measured the log for a third time. He had missed the mark by more then two inches. He sat on top of the middle of the 6 inch wide log and used the hatchet to re-carve the nook. It was only the third mistake they had made. Steven hummed to himself. The entire inner wall was nearly finished. The mud was drying well on the lower sections. Steven set the log in place and climbed the 10 feet down to the ground. 

Jenny was preparing dinner, she had trapped a rabbit and was skinning it. as he approached her. She looked angelic in the slight glow of the firelight in the dusk of the day, even with rabbit blood spatter on her face. He smiled. 

"Last one up?" Jenny asked as she looked up.

"Yup. Now we do the easy part. The outside walls. Do you think my chimney idea will work?"

"Baby, just like everything else, we will find out the hard way. Clay and stones might make for a good chimney." Jenny looked back down as she gutted the rabbit. 

The pet names came natural to them now. They were in love. What once was the savage sibling rivalry, was now a whirling, heavenly romance. 

"Then I'm glad we left a spot for it. Any veggies tonight?" Steven asked, Jenny frowned.

"I found a bunch of chives growing next to the mound by the oaks. I was going to cook them inside the rabbit for flavor. Other than pussy willow roots, I couldn't think of anything else to do." 

"Yuck, those are nasty. I guess we'll have to have some needle tea for vitamin C then." Steven sighed. He couldn't wait for the garden to start producing vegetables. They had four cases of mason jars, and would can most, but the fresh veggies would taste amazing at this point. The berries around them had been extinguished a week ago.

"Tea it is then love. Oh! I nearly forgot! There is a fresh deer trail nearby. It will come in handy when we can actually keep the meat." Jenny ripped out the last of the guts and placed the headless rodent on a forked stick over the fire. 

"Excellent! You find a good tree stand?" Steven asked as he washed his hands in the bucket of stream water. 

"Oh yeah, easy to climb with a great sitting spot. I did the climb myself today." Jenny washed her hands as well when Steven was finished. Steven noticed she was distracted, way too business like. 

"What's wrong Jenny?" He looked into her eyes as she rinsed her hands off. She acted surprised at the question at first, but she knew there was no hiding anything from her older brother and lover.

"I should have had a period two weeks ago." She looked back in his eyes. Upon completion of the sentence she saw fear in his eyes, then slowly.....it turned to joy. He didn't speak. He reached out and grabbed both of her hands in his own. Finally he said one word.

"March." Was all he said. 

They lay next to the fire sipping beer. Steven had finally spoken after a long period of deep thought while they ate. He glowed with confidence about having a family. It reassured Jenny that he was excited and thought that they had a good chance raising a child. 

The following morning they began to erect the outer walls and finish the sealing of the inner wall. It took almost four weeks to get the walls, roof, and fireplace finished. It would have been much easier if Steven had harvested trees near them, but he insisted on keeping their cover intact. They took another week to piece together river rocks for flooring. By the end of August they were making furniture. The first thing they made was a bed off of the ground, followed by a couple of chairs and a table. The first attempts, and in many cases the second, and third, failed miserably. Rope and nails were the only things they had to use as fasteners. When a build failed, the rope and nails would have to be reused. Jenny was not very good at nailing, so many of the nails were ruined. 

Planing wood was a task that drove Steven crazy, but to make furniture it was needed. While Steven made chairs and tables, Jenny kept up the garden which was finally producing vegetables. It was now time to can food for the long winter. Jenny battled morning sickness as she harvested and canned food. Steven hunted and fished, drying much of the meat and canning the rest.

September 9th 2019

The heat hadn't abated. It had to be in the upper 80's yet again. Steven sat in the shade across the river from the house. He quietly used green wood branches to weave and built a cradle for his child. It was going to be a surprise for Jenny, so he had to sneak off everyday for an hour or two to add to it. 

He took as much time away from her as he could. She was sick almost everyday, and was always cranky. He tried to make her happy with small gestures, but it seemed to only make it worse. He had learned about the hormone imbalances that happen during pregnancy when he had health class. He knew that her moods could turn around at anytime. 

Jenny was irritated. There was way too much work to be done in the sun drenched garden. Her brother had, yet again, disappeared. It seemed that whenever she began to work in the garden he would find something else that "needed" to be done either on the other side of the valley or...god knows where. 

As she pulled weeds with endless nausea, she grumbled to herself. 

"Good enough to fuck, good enough for babies, not good enough to help when I feel miserable...fucking dick!" She dug out a deep cluster of dandelions. Jenny was feeling a gambit of emotions. She made love to her brother every morning and night because she was head over heels in love with him. Yet all day she cursed his existence. Maybe it was the heat. 

Some of the carrots were ready, as were the beets and potatoes. A smile crept across her face. She ran and grabbed a hand woven basket. 

"Steven will be so pleased when he smells these beets!" She giggled.

Steven carried the finished cradle across the river. Jenny heard him crossing, and ran to him.

"We have vegetables!" Jenny started. "What is that?"

"It's our babies bed!" Steven sloshed to the bank and was hugged by Jenny. 

October 13th, 2019

The leaves were falling. The crops were harvested and canned. What mason jars they had left they used to can rabbit, squirrel and choice cuts of venison. Steven figured that if he could keep sections of the river free of ice, the fish traps might work year round. 

It was about this time that their battery operated radio reported strange news. As the pair listened, Steven was reminded of a play he did in eighth grade. "The War of the Worlds" it had been. It talked of bombed out cities, and entire populations of people disappearing. Before they could find out exactly what was happening, the radio began to lose reception. It would come back during commercials sometimes, but then would go out again. Eventually it stopped getting reception altogether. Steven cursed because he liked to listen to the Green Bay Packer games. They tried switching out batteries, but still no stations came in. They put the radio in storage after trying for a couple days to get it to work. 

The roof turned out to hold up rather well during a wind storm and other than one minor leak, was water proof. Steven fixed it before the snow began to fall. The fireplace stayed solid even after heavy rains. The house was ready for the next summers thunderstorms. What Steven wondered was how well it would hold up to hundreds of pounds of snow.

A few nights later Steven and Jenny laid in the bed near the fireplace. Steven admired how Jenny's belly had begun to protrude. They had been discussing baby names when something above them seemed to tear the sky in half. It was the loudest thing they had ever heard. The sound repeated as they scrambled to the door. They looked up as a third fiery blur raced past their valley. 

Jenny looked confused until Steven spoke.

"F-22's...In a big fucking hurry." He said 

"What kind of planes are those." Jenny had no military or even aviation knowledge.

"Warplanes. Interceptors actually. Strange they would be in this area. Judging from the angle, I'd say they are headed to Chicago. Must be an important college game. They have jets fly over in the beginning of games." Steven thought of another possibility, but let the idea stay in his head. No reason to worry an already emotional pregnant teenager.

Steven was nearly certain that the North Koreans had finally made good on their threat and talked the Chinese or Russians into invading. Yet he was confused, it should have been put down quickly. How could they have gotten this deep into the U.S.?? The Navy alone could have squashed their crossing via plane or ship!

Being in the deep thick old growth forest protected them. The closest major city was Sheboygan to the east, or Fond Du Lac to the west. Neither were military targets. Steven began to think of other scenarios, none of which made a lot of sense. He looked at Jenny who was now in her handmade rocking chair, looking nervous. She didn't buy his "Football game" explanation after she saw his problem solving face. 

"Jenny, don't worry baby, it's most likely nothing. If we heard distant explosions...then we could worry." Steven knelt next to her. She rubbed her belly with both hands and looked at him.

"Okay Daddy, if you say so." She reached out for him, and he hugged her. She had just started calling him that, and had taken a much more submissive position to him. He loved both. As they made love she cried out his new title over and over.

"Oh yes Daddy, I need it, fill me with your cum!"

January 22nd 2020

It was now clear that the garden hadn't been big enough. Jenny's calculations had been way off. They were already rationing, with another 4 months of winter to go. They found themselves on an almost solid meat diet, as the fishing was still half as fruitful as it had been, and Steven was able to track, and kill deer and rabbits. The only thing that had worked out was the stockpile of wood Steven had harvested. They were constipated, but they were warm. 

Jenny was seven months along and miserable. Her 4 foot, 11 inch frame was over burdened by the rather large child in her belly. Much to Steven's pleasure, her glowing soul was constantly horny. They fucked like rabbits through the cold months, as they had little else to do. They worked on improving their furniture and even making blankets with deer hides. It was good that they had figured it out, as the temperatures had dipped below 0, and refused to come back above it. 

Jenny had completely submitted to her brother. She bent to his will completely. She called him "Daddy", and recently had taken to calling him "Husband". 

March 15th 2020

The ides of March. Stephanie Lynn Blitzen was born the day Julius had been stabbed to death. Steven looked at mother and daughter after the difficult birth. His heart was warm as he watched his daughter nurse for the first time. 

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Steven filled the wood bin next to the fireplace. He re-stoked the fire and crawled into bed with his sister. She was fast asleep with Stephanie asleep on her chest. He fell asleep.

He felt something wonderful. Jenny was working the head of his cock something fierce. Steven couldn't hold back, he released his jizz into the waiting mouth and felt it all disappear down the eager throat. Jenny gasped after swallowing his load.

"It's the least I can do Daddy, at least till my hole heals. Please give this girl another baby when I'm healed." She smiled up at him.



Shattered Values Ch. 02



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May 2nd 2020

They had heard, then saw. the jets again just a few days ago. Steven couldn't identify them. They had Russian markings and looked old. Jennifer didn't care. Who ever was running America these days wouldn't find them in their carnivorous paradise.

Jennifer was pregnant again, and was due in the beginning of January. She worked the soil, breaking it up and leveling it. They needed to double the size of the garden, and as Steven cleared the trees and shrubs, she came behind him and finished removing the roots and weeds. She only wore her loose dresses, and shoes. She made her cunny available to him whenever he wanted it. She loved being his wife, even if he wasn't all that good at being a strict husband yet. 

They were completely out of vegetables. The garden took precedent. They had begun to eat the pussy-willow roots again, and drink pine needle tea. There was lots of meat, canned and fresh. Jenn worried about "rabbit starvation", having nothing but protein.

It was a pleasant 70 degrees today, and had been that warm for a couple weeks. All the meat not eaten had to be canned, or dried.

Jenny could hear Steven cussing about a huge thistle bush 30 feet away. She smiled. Then a different noise came across her ears. It was barely noticeable. It was like a low vibration, barely audible. She looked around. There was nothing out of place. She looked up, and saw a silver circle right above her. The shadow of it covered their entire camp and went deep into the woods around them. A light came out of the bottom. It surrounded her. Her heart filled with dread rather than fear. She felt herself go fuzzy, blackness filled her eyes like static on an old TV. She tried to yell for Steven, nothing came out. She simply collapsed then fall asleep.

"Jenny! Jenny! Steph is crying!" Steven yelled. He untangled himself from the brambles he was caught in. He ran over to where she had been working. Her shoes and dress lay on the freshly turned dirt. Steven heard a buzz in his ear. He swatted at the buzzing, he assumed was a bee near him, but never made contact. He looked for footprints. The buzzing got louder, it was coming from above. He looked up. He instantly felt dizzy, he sat down on the ground. His eyes locked on the silver disk above him. It looked to be larger then a stadium. His legs went numb. He screamed as he began to lose consciousness. 

???????

Steven woke. He felt completely at peace. As his mind began to remember what had happened, he wondered if he might be dead. He couldn't feel his body. What he did feel was something in his mouth. It was a tube, the tube went into his down his throat and into his esophagus. He tried to reach to pull it out, but it was as if his body was not attached to his head. Nothing happened, and he could not move, nor feel his arms. 

He opened his eyes. Even this action took more effort then normal. However his sight nor hearing helped little to answer any questions. He could see nothing above him from his back. He looked right, then left. He was greeted with blackness. His hearing only offered him the knowledge that he was not alone. The heavy breath of sleeping people completely surrounded him. Above, below, and to either side. He guessed that he was in a very large room, with hundreds, possibly thousands of souls. 

It occurred to him, that with that many people, there should be a smell. Shit, piss, hell even body odor. Yet his nose detected nothing. He could not open his mouth to speak, whatever was holding the tube into his mouth, kept it, and his mouth stationary. 

He grunted. The sound was weak, so he tried again. This time he made a noise. He waited, a sound came from well above him. Then one from his right, perhaps a couple of dozen feet. Slowly, the giant room began to fill with grunts, from every direction. Steven heard hissing, and detected a smell before he fell back into a heavy sleep.

When next he awoke, the tube was gone from his mouth. There was light coming from all directions. He still couldn't move his hands feet, or sit up, as his neck, hands and feet were restrained to the metal bed he had been laying on, for what must have been at least a week. He only knew this due to the cramping he was now feeling in every muscle of his body. 

When he had assumed that he was in a large room, he had been correct. It was much, much larger then he could have possibly imagined. He was on a bunk of sorts, above him were hundreds of bunks. He assumed it was the same below him. As he looked around he saw pillars upon pillars of these bunks. On each was a man, around his age or younger. He saw no old men. This room was so large, he could not see the end in any direction. 

He was naked, as was every other guy. There was a contraption on his penis, and another in his ass. He assumed these were to remove waste. It explained why there had been no smell. He looked around more and noticed that the pillars were slowly moving downward, one bunk at a time. His dropped about two feet. This was the distance between bunks. 

Steven noticed that other then the slight whirr of the machine that was lowering the bunks, the struggling of the guys, there were no other sounds. Steven inhaled deeply and tried to yell. No sound came out. He could feel his voice wanting to make a sound, but the air passed his vocal chords without vibrating them, the air simply went past it. 

"Paralyzed, as I was before". He thought. The bed dropped again. Once about every ten seconds. He wondered if he would see his captors when he got to the bottom. As the last thing he saw could only be explained as a "flying saucer" He wondered if they would be the little green men that Hollywood had liked so much, or if they would be more like something off of "Star Wars", perhaps "Star Trek". 

"Death could be down there". He thought. A voice in his mind struck the idea away. 

"Unlikely, as they had put so much effort into keeping us alive and restrained". He didn't think that intelligent beings would feed something they planned on simply killing. The question remained, what were they there for? Was it an invasion? Steven finally assumed he'd find out eventually. The more pressing concern was, what was going to happen to him next!

The bed dropped again. He had no idea how far up he was, and listened closely to the machines that were moving them. He noticed that each time he lowered, the machine seemed to be louder. He figured he must be close to the end. The next time it dropped he heard additional sounds. The sound of bare feet on a smooth floor, and a clinking noise. One more drop, the bed tilted to his right 45 degrees making him slide out as the shackles around his hands slid sideways separating themselves from the bed. The shackles pulled up as he slid to the floor. He was lifted to his feet. As he finally got standing and kept his balance two shackles appeared out of the floor and clamped around his ankles. 

The pain that suddenly racked through his body told him that he had been on that metal bed for quite a long time. His arms and legs looked smaller. His muscles had wasted away. 

"How much time could that have taken??" He thought.

He now stood on a moving sidewalk. He noticed that the contraption on his penis, and the one in his ass were no longer there. He was able to look around a bit. It seemed that all of the boys in front of him were of about the same age, height and weight as him. In other rows there were younger men, the youngest he could see were in the late teens. Some rows were chubby kids. He noticed no girls, not one, anywhere. 

He thought of his daughter and sister. His eyes grew wide. His heart sank. The sidewalk moved him to a sliding door. The door opened and he moved forward. Yjue door closed behind him. He was in a little room with one light above him. He was turned sideways and saw what looked to be a red light that began to blink. He looked up. 

A voice that didn't sound quite normal said:

"For the safety of your eyes and tongue, close your eyes and mouth. You will feel a burning sensation briefly." Steven thought it a digital recording of a voice. He did as instructed, and from behind his eyelids the light in the tiny room became very bright. His skin burned everywhere, from the tips of his fingers to the tops of his feet. It wasn't enough pain to cry out, it was like sunburn, unpleasant. 

The light and pain stopped and he felt the sidewalk move again. He heard the door in front of him open. He opened his eyes to find himself in another small room. The door behind him closed. A voice said: 

"Hold very still!" 

Steven looked at the source of the voice and felt two needles shoot into his legs, and quickly retract. It hurt, but the surprise was worse. Steven looked down and noticed his pubic hair was gone. He looked at his armpits and that hair was gone too! His legs, arms, and head were all missing hair. He was completely hairless! 

He assumed that the needles in his legs had delivered some sort of vaccine, as he hadn't instantly fallen asleep, or grew a third arm. Now his curiosity was piqued further. "Why remove my hair?" 

He was not able to dwell on it for long, the next room opened up. This one was a bit bigger. There were what looked like camera lenses and laser scanners moving up and down all around him. It seemed that he was being examined. Something stayed in front of his face for a few seconds, and then moved around and behind him. There was a series of different beeps, a pause, then a robotic arm reached out and put a tag in his earlobe via a piercing. The cameras moved around him for a couple more seconds. Steven watched them, wondering what was happening to his infant, and sister. 

A smell filled the room...Steven remembered it. He fell asleep.

***

Steven was getting tired of this. He woke up in a clear glass-like cage that was the size of a coffin. As soon as he woke, the glass coffin began to move. Outside of the cage were very large beings. They looked human, proportional, except much larger. The males were 7 or 8 feet tall, the females 6 to 7 feet tall. With the larger height, came larger everything else. Their arms were the size of Stevens legs. Steven thought of the wrestlers in WWE. They all looked that large, even if they were not overly muscular. 

"Proportionate. Just larger." He thought.

Steven found himself staring at the bare chested females as they ran around the room. Their breasts were large, full and firm. They bounced just a bit as the women walked. The nipples looked about right for the size of the breasts. The difference being, they were all pink, not a brown or dark red nipple in the lot of those he stared at. 

Most of the females wore tiny shorts or skirts. Some wore fancy hats and boots. The men wore skirts or "kilts". The covering barely covered the tips of what Steven guessed was their penis. The flaccid member had to be 8 or 9 inches. Steven wondered how big a hard one became. One of the men pointed at Steven. He couldn't hear the man speaking very well. He was sure that he was speaking, but what it was, sounded like a recorded tape running backwards. 

After the man pointed at him, his cage moved from this dark area to a very well lit space. His cage hung from a rope or cable along a track. The track moved to what Steven could only assume to be a laboratory. His cage began to rotate. The funny language he finally had heard was now loud and stern. The lights around him made it impossible to see anything outside the cage until his eyes adjusted. 

It was then that he realized he felt lighter then normal. The stretching of the shackles hadn't let him experience the gravity here. It explained why these people were larger. The gravity was less. His emaciated muscles made him feel somewhat weaker, so even with less gravity, Steven doubted he could jump any higher. He figured this was done by design.

As the cage turned he could hear talking. Even in the backwards language, he now understood what was going on. He could see the four guys in front of him. Each was being inspected at a different station. At the first station the were just writing something onto an electronic tablet. The next station the aliens reached in through what had seemed to be solid glass, and inspected arms and legs. The next one they inspected the penis and testicles, the last station they spent a long time inspecting assholes. After these inspections the tracks that the cages hung from, separated. There were 4 open doorways. The boy with the bigger muscles went into the second door. The whole line of chubby boys went through the fourth, skipping inspection altogether. The boy in front of him went through the third door. Now it was Steven's turn. 

Steven was certain that what the aliens taking notes were talking about was measurements. The cage moved, the next pair of aliens touched his arms and legs, squeezing his muscles. The reaction they had sounded negative. The caged moved again. Again hands seemed to reach through the weird glass. Now a female inspected his genitals. She made a verbal comment, and wrote something down. She reached in again and stoked his cock. Her soft hands made him instantly erect. She made another comment, and released his cock. She took down a note, and the cage moved to the last station. Steven became very nervous. A man grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them. A second later he let go and shoved a finger inside Steven's ass. The finger was almost the size of Steven's own cock. It hurt deeply. The alien made a comment and then the cage moved again. He was now going through the first door. 

All four doors led to a massive room, but the tracks were now much farther apart. In this room many of the tracks were backed up with cages. Steven could see the muscled dude. The aliens in his line were wearing what looked to be rain gear. The aliens reached in, grabbed muscle boys cock and balls and sliced them off. A tube was affixed where his penis used to be. Then a second male alien reached in and healed the man with a devise. The skin healed completely. It looked as if he had never had a penis or testicles in the first place! Steven couldn't hear him, but he could see that "Muscles" was screaming in horror. Steven looked in his own line. They weren't cutting off penises, instead they seemed to be letting the guys out. They were being washed and having oil applied to their ass cheeks . Instead of shackles, they were being collared and leashed. 

Steven's fear abated, but only slightly. 

They let him out of his cage, and he instantly became overwhelmed by the sound in the giant room. The weird glass had been sound proof. From the far side of the room, there came very loud moans and screams. Steven tried to see what was happening down there, but he couldn't see around the other lines of cages. He was being pulled down the line by a male. He was washed quickly by a pair of females. Steven again turned toward the screaming. He strained to see what was happening. A clearing in the lines let him see a bit, as his eyes focused he was pulled further down the line. They skipped the oil station and continued to a large room where all of the leashes were attached to poles above their heads. He had use of his hands and feet finally, and it was a freedom he'd never realized was so important. 

Steven realized that he was surrounded by only eleven other guys in this room. Out of the many thousands of people in the first room, he had been narrowed down to this room. He wondered what it meant, and then assumed that he must be special. He noticed that the other guys in this room were all quite skinny and short, yet in their late teens to mid twenties. He examined the others closer. They all had "bubble butts". Steven's dread bumped up a notch. 

Steven attempted to speak. Nope, that was still paralyzed. Steven looked around. There were no aliens in here anymore. They were waiting for something. A door opened opposite the one they came in. One alien grabbed all 12 leaches from above and pulled the dozen through the door. This looked to be a small theater. There were 12 seats in three rows, the other guys and Steven were planted into a seat. Steven sat in the back row. A robotic arm with three joints, and a hollow pointed needle came down from the ceiling, It moved slowly until it got behind the heads of the twelve boys. It tapped the back of each boys head so quickly Steven didn't realize what had happened till the arm tapped the teen sitting in front. A small amount of pain emulated from the spot. Steven reached for it.

"STOP!" The alien said. All of the guys looked at the front of the room.

"The chip that has been mounted at the base of your brain is what makes it possible for you to understand me. If you attempt to remove it, you will die. It has already been wired into your nervous system. That chip will serve another purpose. It will make it so that you have a need to serve your Masters. Yes, that is right I said Masters. You will be uncontrollably addicted to serving. One human slave called it, "Like heroin, without hope nor want of kicking the addiction." Serving your Master will produce a flood of endorphins to your brain. You will be in love with your Masters beyond any love you have ever felt before. Not being used or worked will cause a depression that is crushing."

Steven watched the very large man carefully. He wore a sky blue shirt and instead of pants he wore a green, knee length, loose skirt of sorts. The giant moved gracefully as he spoke. He looked completely human...that is if every human had the physique of a line backer, and then was 150% larger. The man was almost nine feet tall, one of the tallest he'd seen. 

"The bad news is the twelve of you are slaves. The good news is, you are the highest order of slaves. Allow me to show you what lines 2 through 4 are experiencing." The alien in the front of the room stepped aside and the wall behind him became a large screen, they all watched as it came to life. 

The screen showed the room after the inspections. It was line 2, where Muscles had his cock removed. The alien in front began to speak as the video played.

"This is line two, the hard labor line. Laborers have their penis and testicles removed so they do not have sexual desires anymore. They get a chip implanted and are sent in groups to where they are needed. Many will be miners or farmers. The chip will make them want to work hard. These slaves will die at young ages from self imposed overworking. The average hard laborer lives five to seven years."

It was becoming clear to the twelve how much their lives were valued.

"This is line three, multiple use slaves. They will end up doing all sorts of jobs. Everything from cleaning streets and menial tasks, to lab testing, or they will be turned into fuel. We have parasites that can convert flesh into a liquid that is used as fuel. It's quite a painful process. The parasites eat all the fat, nonessential internal organs and muscles first, then move on to the more important things. It takes about a month. Again these slaves are separated from their sex, and are chipped so that no matter what, they want what is happening to them. The lab rats normally live 2 weeks to a couple years, the parasite breeders or "fuel slaves" for about a month, the menial laborers live full lives."

The voiceless slave Steven sat in shock. He mouthed "Used to make fuel!?"

"This is line four. These slaves get to keep their vocal ability and genitals. They do not get chipped either. As you can see, all of these boys are overweight. These boys have their guts removed, have a spit shoved from their ass to their mouth, and are spit roasted alive. The fat is collected after it melts and used for lubrication, or fuel. The meat is fed to the billions of labor slaves. " The alien said this so blandly, Steven could only shake his head in disgust. 




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.



Shattered Values Ch. 03



Jenny was cold. The girls were cold. The cage was too small, the water had scum on it. The "food" was as tasteless as it was filling. It reminded her of rice. Overcooked rice. Steph and Jilly preferred her tits, and Jenny was fine with that. Her B cup breasts had become large C's, painfully full of milk two hours after feeding both girls. 

She ran over the last weeks events.

In the garden, griping about the weeds, Steph with a bug on her, crying about it. Then BOOM wakes in a cage with and extra daughter and both aged by years. The reflection in the water said she hadn't aged a day, perhaps even regressed a year. Jenny had no stretch marks on her belly. None of this made any sense at all. Then she saw the "people" here. Felt unusual urges regarding feeding her own daughters, and an unsatisfiable need to breed with her husband. 

The only thing she could quell was the urge to be close to her daughters. She ate the mushy rice, drank the stale water, and breast fed Steph and Jill. 

Two days ago a human male walked by her cage inside the "barn" as they called it. The boy had no cock or balls and looked as if he'd been shaved from head to toe. He stopped at her cage and spoke to her.

"I am Master's runner. I am here to tell you that your brother arrives soon. You will be with him again, in mind, heart, and body. You are to breed many children with him, cows and boys...er cunts. You are to teach your daughters, calves to breed with him when they become of breeding age.. 

The cunt will have to breed all those cows over there too." The slave pointed to a line of girls and women all bent over on apparatus. They had feet bound on the ground, bent at the waist ninety degrees, hands bound below them and tits in funnels attached to a machine. 

"Milking machines?" Jenny asked.

"Human milk is valuable here, a delicacy used in cooking and drinking. The very rich, including our Master, even bathes in gallons of it. You will help make him more rich with your um..daughters. Best I can tell, a credit here is worth about 2 American dollars. A gallon of your milk is worth about ten thousand dollars." The slave said.

"I was bought for 500,000 credits. Does that mean I'm worth 50 gallons?" Jenny asked.

"Not sure. I'm just a runner. I collect the information I'm told, and deliver it. Math wise that would be true." The slave said.

"What is your name? I'm Jenny, and this is Stephanie and Jill." Jenny said.

" I used to have one...on...on..." The slave tried to remember.

"Earth?" Jenny helped.

"Yes, but I have been here awhile now, and have since forgot it. I am simply Brown Runner. I think cause my eyes are brown." He said humbly. " You will forget things too soon. We are all just the property of Master, and pleasing his staff is what we are here for. Don't fight it Jenny, it will bring a happiness we never knew on Earth." Brown recited as if reading it.

"Not possible. My brother and I were very happy on Earth, and I doubt this cage will ever bring me anything other then muscle cramps and nausea from the fact I have no place to shit but one corner." Jenny hissed. 

"Your tune will change when you are given a purpose." Brown said.

"I have a purpose." Jenny said quietly. She thought of Steven. Her eyes shined in light of the cleanest barn she had ever seen, although it was dimly lit. "So do they." She hugged her daughters at her breasts.

"I'm sure you do."

"Will you be there when my brother arrives?" Jenny asked.

"Most likely not. If I'm not running items between the palace and the barns and fields, I'm in the security guards house being fucked, and watered. He won my ass in a poker game. So I go there at night. Master owns my legs and voice, but Stilta owns the rest of me." Brown bowed his head. It was a happy motion. The 19 year old boy clearly loved his station in life.

"Brown Runner?" Jennifer needed to know more about this place, and as this slave was allowed to move freely, he was the best chance for answers.

"What is it cow?" He responded looking at her eyes. It occurred to Jenny he had not looked at her crotch, or tits at all. Quite unusual. She dismissed him calling her "cow", she was beginning to understand that her purpose was to breed and produce milk. She would be a proud and happy cow, after Steven arrived. 

"What can you tell me... about this... world, and it's customs?" Jenny kept her eyes locked with his, hoping he would spend the time to tell her all she needed to know. Brown sat down on a bucket outside her cage, and began to share the accumulated knowledge he could remember.

They were on a planet called Volcett. The Master was a Feran, named Jadal. The Feran race ruled many systems near to Earth. Earth had actually been overlooked for a few centuries after it had been planted. The only thing that made Earth catch the Feran's eye for harvest was Earth's recent space exploration program. 

Every System had a Governor that reported to the King on the namesake planet of Feran. Each planet had a High Lord that ruled it, Under this High Lord, were regular Lords who owned large plots of land, sometimes whole continents. They divided the land into smaller parcels that were governed by sheriffs. 

Jadal was a Lord, with 6 sheriffs on his large island. 

The majority of the population lived in cities. Only the rich and Lords lived in the country, normally operating immense farms. Your average "Joe" Feran was highly educated, and worked in business or real estate. If these were not a Feran's calling, then the military was always a solid option. Because all manual labor was done by slaves of the conquered or "seeded" planets, Earth being a seeded planet, Ferans never got their hands dirty. Slaves were to Ferans, as televisions or cars were to humans. Even the poorest of Ferans owned one or two. 

Jadal owned three million. There were over ten thousand on this farm alone. 

"This farm is about the same size as half of Rhode Island." Brown Runner had said.

The Ferans had vast technology. The greatest of these were use for space travel and focusing, then using photons for almost anything. However, these things took vast amounts of power. Resources to make this power were in short supply. Slave labor was used whenever possible, especially planet-side.

Feran women were treated like the women in many middle eastern countries. They were there for breeding, the making of families, and to be married off to seal political or business deals. Feran men preferred to have sex with other men over females. The best men to have sex with however was with smaller races. 

Taboos did not exist in Feran society. Everything was fair game, well almost anything. It was illegal to have sex with anything less then an adult, no matter what the slave race was. The slave had to understand it's place before it was to wear an activated collar. It had to wear a collar before it could be put into service.

Sex was part of a conversation. The more powerful man was the top, taking control of the conversation and mounting the employee, or poorer man, while business was conducted. A cock in an ass, was to the Ferans, as a handshake was to humans.

"Ferans can fuck like rabbits, they never tire of it. To them it is as needed as coffee, but feels like sex mixed with opium." Brown Runner had explained. "Not that you have to worry, no Feran will ever want you. Nor will any human that is programmed. I used to be a ladies man...well a male slut, and homophobic, now all I crave is giant Feran cock." He laughed.

Jenny could feel her purpose seeping into her brain. She was a cow. She would be milked and bred. Brown Runner backed this up.

"Cows live into their late thirties, sometimes into their forties. The milk they produce is a huge money maker here. Female humans are either meat or cows, count yourself lucky!" He smiled. "Master Jadal is just now breaking into the milk market, the money he made on these cows is how he could afford to buy your brother." He had said.

Jenny and her daughters eagerly awaited the day Steven was reunited with them.

Steven was strapped to a chair. Daedel was using a sharp, pointed, needle-like instrument checking Steven's chip, and the wireless connection to his collar. He muttered to himself as he worked.

"Looks good here, yes...yes..." Daedel poked around. Steven could feel tiny tingling sensations all over his body as Daedel checked the connections.

"Don't understand why the command function hasn't released your vocal paralysis. Cunt, your collar works, it is sending the signal, reprogramming you, but at on-set it was supposed to release your voice." He whispered. Steven could only blink.

Daedel attached something to his collar, and Steven began to see every memory he had, flash before his eyes. Every song, every conversation, every moment. It all went whipping by his eyes and ears. Steven found himself unable to think. He felt like a media player. Camping trips, loosing his virginity to Jennifer, the Roaming Scots concert...They flashed through his mind at a blur of speed.

"Um, okay yes..." Daedel typed onto a keyboard. "Yes. Okay. Looks good. Hmmm."

"OW!" Steven yelled.

"Ah there it is. There was a blockage in your neural pathways. I've repaired it." Daedel said. 

Steven didn't hear him. All of the programming that had been held back by the damaged nerve was now flooding his brain. Steven's brain became overloaded, and he went into shock.. His eyes went to the back of his head and he fell unconscious. 

(Steven was flying. He was flying over Manitowoc Wisconsin. He looked down over the neighborhood he lived in. He could see his classmates, his friends, his past girlfriends. He laughed. He cupped a hand and a fireball appeared. Steven halted his flight and hovered, throwing the fireball into the crowd of friends. The people that weren't shredded by the explosion were on fire and screaming. He laughed again. 

Steven felt euphoria, his body was completely full of happiness. His sister floated up from the flames of the burning neighborhood. Her hand reached out and touched his. Upon contact he came hard, shooting jets of cum up onto his sister, and down onto the poor souls below. Steven found himself unable to move in mid air, feeling a fullness moving inside him. He felt as if he had eaten a huge meal and was now filled in every way with all of the food, causing bliss. 

Steven felt tired, like he had eaten an entire turkey on Thanksgiving.)

Steven moaned. The soft surface under him was soaked. He felt like he was being crushed from above. He realized the weight was the Master, and his ass was being fucked. The wetness below him was his own mess. In this moment two thoughts, one was his, and the other belonged to the collar, crossed his mind. 

"Remember that pain is temporary, This is just a step to get back to Jenny." And:

"Push back into your Masters cock, you love him! Take all of his massive cock to show you are a good cunt!"

Steven realized he wasn't completely brainwashed. His mind was intact and fighting to stay free. Then he became aware of what that meant. He'd have to act the eager slave to hide it.

Steven painfully pushed back against the thrusts of the massive cock. He moaned with real pain and real pleasure. Steven's body betrayed him. He came again. Judging from the puddle under him, it had to have been the fourth or fifth time. The orgasm was the hardest he had remembered having, even though his prostate was just about empty. 

His rectum had been stretched while he was unconscious, for that he was thankful. The process of having a giant alien penis pushed through a virgin hole would have made him break down. When he woke there was only the pain of the Master moving his guts around, and the pleasure of his prostate being forcefully drained.

Steven had been pushing against him for an hour before he heard the Master groan. He suddenly felt as if his ass was at the end of a fire hose as his guts were even more filled. The Master rolled off of him. Two short men raced up to the Master and began cleaning his massive tool with their tongues. 

In that moment, Steven realized that the collar had got to him. As soon as the Master's cock was removed from him, he felt empty, sad and worthless. He had the Masters cum leaking from his ass, and his own cum all over the front of his body. His midsection looked like a glazed doughnut. His embarrassment, made him stay still in the bed as the Master got up and left the room. 

What was heaven became hell. 

Steven felt alone, completely alone. Deserted on a small island alone. The chip was bleeding through too hard, he couldn't hold it together. His eyes began to water. His mind wanted him to be used, his heart fought valiantly, for his true love. Steven needed his sister more then ever before. He heard his Master come back into the room.

"Are you ready to be a good cunt?" His Master asked.

"Yes Master." Steven said with doe eyes. Steven was owned, and he knew that he had to comply...for now. The chip was affecting him, but he still had most of his higher thinking. Jenny and the girls was the priority. He had to get his Master to let him start the new job. Steven was ordered to take a shower and to lay on his belly on the bed. 

The bed was fresh and clean when the slave crawled back inside. The fabrics were like satin, and the feel of it soothed Steven's muscles and mind. He began to drift off in the amazing comfort. 

Steven had fallen asleep briefly when he felt his Master on top of him. The wind was being squeezed out of him by the sheer weight of the Master on him. This time he felt the penis push into him. It was an intense pain that he couldn't get away from. He now wished for the collar to take over. He felt as if his body was splitting in half. What Steven didn't realize, and what was never explained, is that his Master was being merciful. He was going slow, using lubricants, and pausing when there was resistance. Some slaves on this very farm were used this way, without this mercy.

What seemed like hours was only minutes, Jadal sawed slowly into him, each forward motion was deeper. Steven felt his breath shorten on each lurch of the massive meat pushing deeper into his entrails. Steven willed it to stop, but the cock he now served, was completely inside of him. The pleasure returned. Soon his Master worked his tiny ass with the massive meat. Steven began to lose his seedless cum yet again and coat his belly with the last few drops of it as his Master slammed his prostate empty. 

Even lying still while being fucked, was great exercise. He felt completely weak and drained when his Master rolled off of him a second time. He was sleepy, but he needed to be attentive. He looked at his Master standing at the bedside, his large shaft was still fully erect. Fear now grabbed Steven heart and squeezed it painfully.

"Come take your dinner cunt." His Master ordered. Steven rolled off of the bed and opened his mouth. He fought the collar the whole way, even after the near beer can wide cock hit the back of his throat. Again the Master was merciful. He pushed down Steven throat and released his half cup of jism. 

Steven didn't have to taste or try to swallow it as it was injected right into his stomach, followed by a belly full of piss. The cock pulled out of his throat to Steven's amazement, he had actually gotten all of it's length down. Having to hold his breath while all of that went on however, left him completely exhausted. Even after the words were said, the energy did not come to him immediately. 

"Cunt, you should see to your sister, fill her with child tonight. In the morning you need to get started on the other cows. I will see you in the evening." His Master dismissed him. Steven stumbled slowly to the door.

***

"Strange all the noises they make, these cunts." Stilta said. The head of Jadal's security was an older man. He wore a bright blue kilt and knee high boots. His hair was long and gray, much like the beard he wore. He was the same size as his boss Jadal, but seemed to be much wiser. He had been a general of the planet-side infantry. 

"My new one whimpered and moaned with pleasure the first time I had him, then cried and wailed the second time. I know precisely of what you speak." Jadal agreed. "But this is a different breed of human. These are Americans. They are a softer breed of humans then the Africans. Hence why I bought so many for cunt-work. Are you not thankful for the five I gave you, and the one you won at my poker table?" Jadal laughed. His security chief joined him in laughter as they drank.

" I appreciate the gift. I've never been happier. Being in your employ was the best decision I have made!" Stilta raised a glass to him and sipped from it. 

"The Europeans I shipped in a couple of months ago were so much more eager to take cock. There was no sport in it. Born slaves, those." Jadal looked at a European slave holding the vino pitcher.

"Lord Jadal, I'm glad you voted to finally harvest Earth. The King does hear your voice. These are the finest slaves I have ever seen. They are almost genetically the same as us, so they are so much more attractive. Oh, and they taste delicious. Especially the Americans, their meat is sweet and plentiful. If I may be truthful?"

"Not if it will cause you to lose your job Stilta." Jadal smiled, teasing the older Feran.

"When you replaced all of you field slaves with humans, I sincerely thought you had gone mad. Until I bought my first couple. Then I understood everything. They do not tire as easily as one would think, they almost have the work and sex ethic of us. There is one issue however, a rumor I have heard." Stilta looked his boss in the eye.

"Oh? What is this rumor?" Jadal looked down at slave on his cock as he began to release his bladders payload into the piss-boy's mouth. The man was already sick, his skin had yellowed. Jadal knew this piss-boy had only a few days left. Jadal thought the slave had lived a long life. His face grew hair that was now nearly gray everywhere. 

"That feeding the humans their own kind, makes them crazy. It eats holes in their small brains, and they become like wild animals. They foam at the mouth and shake, even become violent. The collar and chip can't keep them in line when it happens." Stilta spoke grimly.

"Is it happening on this farm?" Jadal asked.

"No, not here. Not yet. I heard it on the satellite news, from Vorah." 

"Vorah is a whole system over, it could be the water, or something in the dirt that is affecting them this way. I will however look into it. If it's true, then the fat humans will become profitable instead of slave feed." Jadal spoke from far away, he was deep in thought and planning. Stilta looked confused.

"Beg your pardon Lord, but how would that be possible?" Stilta looked down at a paper. "Skinny young men are at 350k to a million as of this morning. Next are breed-able cows at 100 credits to 500k, then plow horses at 20k to 100k, light labors are 5k to 25k, all the rest are ground for slave feed, or spit roasted for decent cuts of human. They go from 4 credits up to 500." Stilta read. "How do the fat ones become profitable?"

Jadal smiled. 

"If I told you all of my secrets you might put me out of business and take my place!"

"Impossible. My daughter is your third wife, and her daughters are your 22nd and 31st wives. I would never risk it. My loyalty is to you my Lord. I am simply wanting to improve my stock holdings, and possibly buy a sheriff's election." Stilta lowered his eyes.

"Well there are only 2 billion humans left on earth, and they are all the undesirable Asian working breeds. The other 6 billion have either been bought and processed or have yet to enter the market, as they haven't arrived to the markets. The numbers are limited, and there are many buyers now that it has caught on that they make great cunts, cows, horses and laborers." Jadal paused.




Shattered Values Ch. 03



"What hasn't spread across this Kingdom, is how delicious they are. With the news that using them for feed to their own kind makes the valuable slaves crazy, or ill. The prices on the whole race will go up...Including the fat ones which may now become a delicacy, instead of horse feed." Jadal grinned, then continued. 

"We will find out exactly what happens to these creatures when they eat their own kind. We will accelerate it though. When it is confirmed, then I will buy the fat as fast as I can. Then you, all of my staff and their families will go on the satellites saying how delicious they are, driving up the price. My scientists will say how good they are for us, and how bad they are for the slaves to ingest." Jadal looked at the old man with aspirations of politics as one of the possible 30 Sheriffs on Earth.

"With your permission may I begin to buy the fat ones now?" Stilta looked worried.

"Yes, but I will buy the election. Perhaps you'd like the north Midwest of the American nation of the United States. It is where my new prized cunt is from. Settlers are already arriving there. Use your profits from the fat slave buy, to purchase more land and slaves so your grandsons may one day become a High Lord of possibly Earth itself." Jadal looked at him sternly. 

"Thank you my Lord." Stilta stood turned away from him and bowed. Stilta unhooked and dropped his skirt revealing his ass. 

"No... Stilta, thank you! If not for you, I could not have conquered my competition, or keep control of billions of credits worth of livestock. The least I can do is buy you, and your 38 sons a place in politics so they themselves can break into Lordship." Jadal said as he slid easily into his security chiefs ass. Jadal made no sound. They talked for an hour while Jadal fucked his employee.

"Now that all the arrangement have been discussed, I wish you the best of luck!" Jadal said.

"My Lord, all that is needed to seal the deal is your seed inside me." Stilta said.

"How many loads do you want old man?? I've already dropped three inside you, you are sloshing!" Jadal laughed way too hard. Stilta was embarrassed he didn't feel it. His old colon couldn't feel the waves of cum anymore. He was to retire at 120, and he was only 101. His Lord was a spry 44. 

Steven didn't understand why there were three young female slaves of about 18 or 19 following the male courtier and himself through the house, and across the large yard between the Masters house and the barns. Noone was allowed to speak inside the house, and he waited till the safety of the open space to ask. 

"Why are you following me?" Steven stopped his painful walk once reaching the first barns open doors. The tallest and oldest looking of the three spoke. 

"We are to to take care of you and your family. We are programmed to maintain your pregnancies health, and to help with the births of your cows and cunts." She said in a monotone.

"There are three of you, Master wants me to breed endlessly, how are you going to keep up?" Steven asked in a harsh whisper. His ass and guts hurt, He missed his sister, and now he was being harassed by mindless cows with tiny tits and no hips. Worthless slaves! They aren't worth breeding!

His collar was talking again after taking the last two hours off.

"You are to breed us, and our daughters will take care of each generation. Your line of slaves will go on for eternity with the three of us ensuring that for every cow in your line, there will be a slave to take care of her." The eldest one said.

"What of the cunts born?" Steven spat.

"Cunts don't need help. They have Masters to take care of them." Robotic words from a very wiped slave.

"So who owns you?" Steven threw a curve ball wanting to see if they were completely wiped in every way.

"You own us, you own Jennifer, you own your daughters, and all the daughters to come. Master owns you, and the milk that comes from the cows.." Again a lifeless voice that chilled Steven. His collar was strangely quiet. She continued, "Master owns every cunt that comes from between the legs of your family." Steven kept stumbling over the word "cunt". It was a female word...or had been. No longer true, he was accepting it slowly.

Steven was impatient.

"Where is my family?" The young courtier, had waited patiently for this question. 

"Alpha Steven, the Alpha's family is in barn three. I have the keys to the cage and your new house. You own me too Alpha." The courtier said.

Steven was bewildered. He now owned 4 slaves of his own, and had a house? As he tried to make sense of all of this the schizophrenia of his collar decided it was a good time to move his moods around. 

"Fuck the tall one, prove your dominance!" The collar screamed. Steven closed his eyes.

"Jenny, Steph and my new daughter, that is all that matters." He willed himself to stay on task.

"Jenny needs to be bred. So do these three." The collar said. 

"I'm going to follow the orders Master gave me!" Steven yelled. The four people around him looked at him strangely, they didn't know who he was yelling at.

"BRING ME TO JENNY NOW!" Steven screamed at the skinny tall slave girl. 

"Yes Alpha." The tall one said.

Steven asked questions as they walked. First he needed names. The courtier slave was called Jimmy back home. He was sitting in his mothers car as the invasion and harvest happened. Just outside of Chicago, heading to Gary Indiana. That is where they were when the silver disk flew over. Jimmy had the same experience as Steven, with the metal bed, the questions, the hair removal, and the note takers. 

Jimmy had been processed and tossed into a cage with other boys his age. A week later after bad food, and endless bickering, whining and crying going on around him, they were moved. He was unimpressed by the other teens emotional maturity. Steven was shocked to hear that many of the teens from his group had been put into light duty work instead of waiting to see if they would become good cunts. 

"They investigate DNA, so they know ahead of time." Jimmy had explained. He only ended up as a courtier because of his DNA. He had been bought for less then 300,000 credits.

"Master says when I hit 21 I will sell for a million!" Jimmy said proudly. Steven looked at him, blinking slowly, with udder disbelief on his face. He turned to the tall girl. She was almost a full two inches taller then him.

This girl, not good enough to be cow, was called Sarah. She was 18 and from Los Angeles, California. She had no recollection of her abduction. She had drove home drunk from a frat party at the UCLA campus. She didn't remember even getting out of the car. The next thing she knew she was in a very large cage with many other women. She had been put through a similar inspection of all the boys. 

All of the people in her cage were small built. Most ended up as meat or ground into fertilizer. . She was told she would be a veterinarian technician slave for the mid-wiving of better slaves then her, because her father and mother were both doctors, and that meant their natural ability would bleed into her from genetics.

The other two girls nodded.

"That's what they told me too." Said the chubbiest of the three. 

Her name was Rose. The then, 17 year old had just heard the air raid sirens go off in Topeka, Kansas, when she stepped outside of the library. She still held the book in her hand when the Silver disk floated over the decorative waterfall, and cobble stone square. She remembered the book title, but nothing she had read.

"Air Force Blue-book project. Volume 2. That was what I was reading. I came outside expecting a tornado, and got this instead. I am so lucky!" The chubby slave smiled. Steven wondered how a girl with that large of hips and ass, could have such small breasts. 

He also wondered if perhaps the Ferans had got it wrong. This girl didn't seem very bright at all. Her parents may be doctors, but the recessive gene that her goofy grandpa may have had, was passed on to this one for sure.

"...got this instead, I am so lucky!" Steven shook his head at her words. The third girl was the complete opposite in some ways, but far worse in others.

She was Jody. Jody was sickly thin. She had just fucked her dealer for a small baggie of methamphetamine. After he left, she called her landlord, she paid her rent a day at a time, this time using her ass so he would not feel the mess still inside her pussy. When he left, she called her biker boyfriend. He would want to share the score, and she knew better then to have any before he got home. After she let him use the only "clean" hole left, they each snorted a couple of rails of the white powder. 

She actually had pre-med classes in college before she dropped out. She had started college at the young age of sixteen. She had been truly gifted in school. Now 21, out of school for 18 months and whoring for rent and drugs. Jody was brilliant, she was also a train wreck.

Jody and Alex listened to the radio. The station coming out of Covington Kentucky just barely came in. They were talking about an alien invasion. They said that they were killing all of the soldiers, and shooting down war planes with ease. Most people, the radio informed them, were disappearing into the smaller silver disks. 

"Stay indoors! So far it seems only those outside are being taken!" The announcer said. Alex, high on speed, decided it was wiser to load all of his guns and go hunting for little green men. Jody was all for saving the country...just the two of them. They made it as far as the nearest gas station. Alex had gotten off one shot. Jody watched him fall asleep standing and then drift up a beam of light. She screamed at him, as she began to get very tired. It should have been impossible. She too fell asleep.

***

Steven rounded the corner of the third barn, and walked into the giant building. In long rows, that could be measured in yards, were women, aged from just into college age, to late thirties. All bent over at the waist, feet on the ground, muttering to each other in low tones. They sounded like a quieter version of lowing cows.

They drank from a running stream in a half pipe, that ran down each line.. The ate from a tube that seemed to eject a mushy paste slowly. One tube at each cows mouth. The funnel shaped basins attached to their breasts seem to run in intervals. When the machine ran, the cows seemed to be very happy. Moaning in pleasure and relief. These were no longer people. They had forgotten their old lives completely. When Steven listened to their murmurings, it was about wanting to be fucked and pregnant. 

They had no names, no identity anymore. Just needs, want for the pleasure of being fertilized. 

Steven had explored the whole of the barn, leaving his followers behind. After searching all of the lit areas, he discovered in one corner a 6' by 6' metal cage with something inside of it. He could only see a silhouette. The shape made no sense to him, but as Jenny wasn't in any of the lines he looked at, the unlit part of the barn is where she had to be. He ran toward it.

"Husband...that you?" A familiar voice croaked. Steven took his family out of the cage and to the path that led to the house that Jimmy said was theirs. Jenny had to be carried into the dwelling. Jimmy pointed out walked the family to the door.

When Master said they had a house, he was speaking in Feran terms. Behind Barn #3, was a large single story mansion. It had a giant nursery equipped with infant and child bedding for 16. A large main bedroom with a bed that could sleep 8 comfortably. Two bathrooms connected to the bedroom, the toilets were a bit too large, but Steven and his family made do. The kitchen was fully stocked with a walk in fridge and freezer filled top to bottom with food from earth. The freezer was a small warehouse. Steven remembered thinking that it would take years to eat all of the food. His collar reminded him.

"Happiness is serving your Master for life."

The only thing missing from the place was a computer with net, and a TV. They did have a fireplace however. Jenny recouped the first two days in the house. Steven bred her that first night, as, even in her weakened condition, she begged him for sex. The girls were happy just running around. 

The first morning in the new house, Steven awoke with his wife in one arm, and his two daughters in the other. The collar woke him.

You must breed. You must breed all day! 

His cock was rock hard. He slipped out from his family and gently, quietly crawled out of bed. 

Steven could remember being thirsty every day of his life when he woke. Not today. He had one thing on his mind. The lines and lines of cows in HIS barn. All of the cows were his to fuck. 6 rows of 50 cows. At that moment Steven felt like he could have done half, just that day. As Steven left the house, one of the Feran doctors he remembered seeing at the receiving lines brushed past him heading for the house he now occupied. Steven couldn't be bothered. The need to cum inside a cow was the only thing he could think about.

Steven ran into the barn, his protruding meat sword bouncing only slightly with each step. He came to the closest cow and moved in behind her. She was an older cow, perhaps 35. Her vagina was loose and wet easily. He plunged into her without much resistance. 

She moaned a bit as Steven pounded into her relentlessly. Even with a lack of friction, he managed to fill her with seed rather quickly. A relief washed over him after the waves of orgasm had subsided. It was what he was living for. Now thirst and hunger grabbed him. He walked back to the house.

The smell that greeted him was euphoric. Bacon and eggs. Steven walked into the kitchen and sat at a made up table. The plates and utensils were oversized, but it did not stop him from using them to eat all that was on his plate.

"Master's doctor says I am with cunt." Jenny said as she began to eat. Jenny had the need to wait to eat until Steven was finished.

"How can they know it's a cunt, and not a calf already?" Steven asked, forgetting their superior technology, and the beloved terms of a baby boy or girl.. He held his hand up, making the question rhetorical. 

He finished his breakfast, while blood began to fill his penis for a second time. He held onto the appendage until he reached the second cow on the line. She was younger and far more receptive. His load was smaller, and contained far less seed then the first. He knew that whatever breeding he did after this one would be almost pointless, unless he waited a few hours. He began the second part of his job while his sperm were produced. 

Collecting the milk from the harvesters was relatively easy. Checking the levels of fat and bacteria was a bit more difficult. He had been given the instructions directly through his collar, but he still had a difficult time understanding what the readings meant. He did the job as to the perimeters given. 

"It is not a slaves job to understand, just to do what they are told." The collar said.

It was then pasteurized, placed in bottles that varied in size from what looked to be an 8 ounce sealed cup, a liter bottle, all the way up to a large jug. Each cow's milk was harvested separately, and then mixed with others of the same fat and bacterial content. Steven placed bottles in boxes and loaded the boxes into vehicles with Jenny's help. 

The days were longer then earth days. About 30 hours Steven guessed. Steven was ready for lunch, but the sun, which seemed smaller then Earth's, was only a bit over the horizon. Steven wasn't ready to breed yet, his dick was, but he knew it would be a waste of time. He hoped his Master would understand, when he reported to him at the end of the day. 

Steven waited, and looked around the complex. He was supposed to stay between the house and Barn 3. He was told that if he went out of bounds other then when Master called for him, he'd be put into intense pain by the collar. He had curiosity about the other 4 barns, each as large as the one he was responsible for. 

One barn he watched had truckloads of older and infirm people that walked in, but never left. He shuddered at what was happening to them. The answer came later in the afternoon after impregnating his third cow. An open backed hovering truck carried a pile of white powder out of the barn. Ground up bones from the look. Steven suspected that it was used as fertilizer. 

"It was their calling." The collar said.

Steven had dinner. He was concerned that the meat he was eating might have been a neighbor. He was also concerned that he now couldn't tell the difference between the collars implanted thoughts and his own. Jenny was completely wiped, as were his children and every human around him. He'd been at the farm now for a whole day. The collar was gaining and he was losing. He had held out for far longer then any one else. He had to keep his own mind.

He had the fifth cow after dinner. She was pleasant. A red headed girl with a large ass and pale skin. Her cunny was incredibly tight . He took his time fucking her. She moaned and lowed like a 4 legged cow as he pushed into her, and fucked her slowly. He would have to wait to see how many of the five had taken to the seed planted. 

Quietly he dreaded what was to come next. He was already tired from the longer day. He played with his daughters and talked to Jenny. He kept looking at the strange clock. He didn't want to leave the house, and the call would come soon. The sun finally set, but no intercom call. 

Jenny was talking about the farm parties back home, and what they suspected happened. During the conversation next to a roaring fire, Steven began to fantasize about being fucked. He kept on in the conversation as best he could.

"Baby, I've thought about it, I'm fairly sure, mom's dad, is our real father." Jenny said and shrugged.

"It's possible...explains why we are this way. I'm not complaining. Oh uh, um." Steven stood, and without saying another word, and walked out of the house. Jenny called after him, but he didn't respond.

There was no words. The collar never spoke words this time. He just NEEDED to be fucked. He mindlessly walked the 150 yards to the Masters house and all the way up to his bedroom, moaning lightly the entire way. His ass-cunt was producing lubrication en mass, causing some to drip down his leg. His cock was as rigid as it had ever been that day. Jimmy was leaving the Masters house as Steven walked past him. Steven had a blank look on his face. Jimmy knew that look. 

Jimmy frowned. Steven seemed to have it beat. The Alpha was going to be the one to set them free. He was by far the smartest and most free minded of the humans here. No longer.

The collar had beaten him.



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.