DISCLAIMER: This book is fiction. Every name, place, character, and event are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

SYNOPSIS: A series of interconnected stories about an alien species that brainwashes and breeds humans to create interspecies soldiers during an intergalactic war.

ABOUT: This is the second “Final Flight Of…” story following Final Flight of the Swift Flight. They will, regarding continuity, more or less, stand alone from each other.

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Having earned the title through the deaths of the previous commander and captain, Captain Andrea Troi was proud of the small ship she was the captain of at the moment. It felt good to give orders and stand at the bow of the bridge. The dark haired, olive skinned, 36-year-old instructed an ensign to continue on their route and then sat down in the captain’s chair.

They were scouting potential routes for supply ships to maneuver through this part of the galaxy to avoid alien detection. The war with the aliens had been going on for almost a year. The Earth Coalition had been doing well against their foes, but they seemed to send an endless number of soldiers after them at each turn, despite reinforcements coming in from the Interplanetary League of Species. While the aliens were more reptilian in form, these soldiers looked humanoid in all latex, with only small slots for the eyes and mouth, from head to toe. They were merciless and the cause of much death among The Coalition. Coalition scientists could not figure out what they were. No human would join up with their enemies, surely? The few that had been brought back for dissection had a bit of alien DNA incorporated in them. Had they been human experiments? Before any questions could be asked, the one captured alive rammed her head into a wall until brain-dead.

She would personally find the answer to her question soon enough. The supply route they were on right now looked promising. Troi sat back in her chair. While half listening to the ensign at the helm calling out details about their path and its promise, she caught up on drafts of mission briefs which would be sent back to the Coalition. It had been a long few days for them. They were short-staffed and trying to get by with what means they had at the moment.

The Ensign turned around to get her attention. Mariska Galloway was a fresh-faced soldier just out of the Earth Coalition’s university system. She was tan and quite busty underneath her snug uniform. Short hair brought out stunning facial features. Captain Troi found herself attracted to the Ensign. The Coalition certainly did not forbid romances on their ships.

That would, she thought with a smile, have to wait until later. “Report, Ensign.” Andrea smiled at how authoritative she sounded when speaking to her officers. Hopefully, that excited 23-year-old Mariska.

Mariska turned around in her chair. “Ma’am, there is an alien ship a few minutes away from our current position. It only showed up in my scans a moment ago.” She nodded at another bridge officer’s comment that it could have been cloaked. “Yes, likely it was cloaked. It does,” the beautiful Ensign began, turning back towards her station, “seem to be abandoned though, Ma’am.”

Captain Troi thought for a moment. “I do not recall hearing about a battle in this sector?” She asked it like a question out of her own ignorance. “Perhaps there was an emergency?” They should investigate the ship for sure. “Okay, let’s investigate. Ensign, send a report to the Coalition and then join me in a shuttle.” She also motioned to two security officers to also come along in the boarding party.

In the shuttle bay, Captain Troi, flanked by the two female security officers, waited for the Ensign to join them. She came into the bay a few minutes later and took a weapon from one of the security officers and offered some brief ideas about how they should traverse the ship. Her mouth was so pouty and all the Captain could think about as they boarded the ship was how it would look pleasuring her body.

They entered the shuttle after the discussion. Ensign Galloway took over the controls, and they left the shuttle bay and began flying towards the alien ship. It was large, but not as massive as some of the ships seen during the war so far. Could this be a scouting ship of some kind like their own? It was black for the most part with long sets of lights along its sides.

The lights still blinked in an odd, repetitive, manner that Captain Troi watched from the shuttle’s window during their 15-minute trip to the ship. For the first time in a long time, she felt relaxed. When they arrived and attempted to find somewhere to dock, the dark-haired captain realized how distracted she had been by staring at the ship.

“Ensign,” she began, knocking the cobwebs away from her mind, “is there somewhere to dock?”

Ensign Galloway turned away and nodded negatively.

“No, Ma’am, it seems we will have to beam down to the ship.” She added a shrug. It really was not a huge deal. Their shuttles were equipped with an automatic beaming system that could bring them right back with an order from any authorized officer.

Troi nodded at the beautiful ensign. “That is fine.” She looked over at the two soldiers. “Be prepared for anything down there. It seems the ship is abandoned, but there could still be hostiles.”

“This could be a trap...” One of the soldiers added.

Captain Troi nodded to her team. “Yes. I’m not sure why they would want to lure such a small ship here, but be on guard.” She looked up at the ceiling, a silly habit despite the ship’s AI being omnipresent, “beam us to the prepared coordinates.”

A moment later, the crew was on the ship. Ensign Galloway’s surveying device immediately began going crazy. “Ma’am,” she said after a moment, “there ARE aliens here...there is a large life signal north of our location.” She projected the device’s screen before all of them. After a moment, an odd sounding gasp came out of her mouth. “This can’t be right?” She stared at the screen with a winced expression.

“What is it,” Troi asked calmly.

“It’s...” Galloway began, “...it’s...the reading...there is a large signal, but the energy coming from it is odd. I cannot make heads or tails of it.” She shrugged, but looked deeply concerned.

“Okay,” the Captain started after a few seconds, “we will proceed cautiously. We will split into groups of two. Keep in contact.” Everyone affirmed the command, and one of the soldiers joined Troi as they began moving through the ship. For the most part, it was quiet and still seemed to be abandoned, despite what Galloway had found in her readings. They wandered down corridors and made quick decisions at each branch. For some reason, Captain Troi felt rather confident in the choices she made about which way they should go as they traversed the ship. She barely noticed the soldier next to her, who had already fallen into a light trance due to the alien’s hypnotic abilities dancing through the ship via their psycho-kinetic powers.

What they found when they entered a large, high-ceilinged, room as absolutely remarkable. There were 28, Captain Troi counted them, pods along the wall with women of various races inside. Most of them were human. “Shit.” They both stopped and pulled out their lasers, but did not turn them on. This violated protocol, but neither member of the group noticed nor mentioned it.

“Why are they here?” The soldier said in slow, monotone, words. Troi did not answer, but instead walked closer to the pods until she was standing right in front of them. She wiped away the condensation on the front of one and was stunned by what she saw inside the pod. To confirm it, the dark-haired captain cleaned off three other pods and found what she had seen in the first one.

Each woman inside these pods was pregnant.

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Andrea stood idly with complete fascination. Why would the aliens impregnate those whom they captured? From afar, she could hear a laser fall to the ground. Her focus remained on the pods. Were the aliens experimenting on them? Each woman’s breasts were swelled, hips widened, and stomachs proudly large. They were beautiful in their maternal appearance, and a wet mark could be seen on the captain’s uniform near her midsection.

Captain Troi had never wanted to become pregnant, career always came first, but presently as a scream could be heard echoing from another corridor, she pondered what it would be like to be bred. She looked down and imagined her breasts swollen and members of the crew touching her stomach. At this point, her left leg was now soaked. Two fingers traced against the fabric of her uniform and she wished that this was not a critical mission so they could slide inside herself.

It was at this point that Andrea Troi’s life changed forever. She heard some footsteps behind her and turned around to find a very tall green alien standing before her. Not only was it tall, but her foe also had only one eye. A considerable eye. An eye that she could not stop staring into at the moment.

These aliens had psychic abilities which allowed them to project subliminal ideas into their victims. The wills of all four members of the landing party had been neutered and fantasies about breeding implemented to begin the process of adding them to their soldier breeding initiative. She stood quietly, staring into the large eye as it finalized putting her into a suggestible state.

A minute, an hour, or a year could have gone by while Captain Troi was mesmerized.

After that unknown time period, Andrea blinked back into consciousness as the alien began moving away on its webbed feet. She looked around, trying to get her bearings, as a hand automatically ran along her stomach. This made her pause. The pods! She ran back towards the pods and sat all the beautiful, pregnant—

Captain Troi stopped herself. The aliens had done something to make her desire pregnancy. After all, it was the most wonderful state a female human could be in. “No, no, no—” she began to shout, running past all the pods and towards the entrance to this room. By the door, which needed its lock hacked again, her eyes kept darting towards the women in the pods. They must have been conditioned by the aliens. How lucky they were to be able to offer their bodies—

Again, she stopped herself. This time, she stamped her feet, overcome by the conflicting ideas in her mind. The controls on the door lock were almost removed. Once it opened, she would find the others and then beam back to the ship and get the hell out of here.

As the doors swooshed open, Andrea began to sprint through the corridor. She made it to the end of a hall and turned right but stumbled and fell to the ground at the sight she saw before her. Before her stood the alien again with the two soldiers at its sides. Both were deeply hypnotized and starting to show the signs of being pregnant. Neither moved and seemed frozen in place next to their enthraller.

How was that possible even? However, what happened next was even more stunning.

From behind the alien came Mariska with a cheerful grin. She was also naked, but her body had been completely transformed. The ensign looked fully pregnant, with her already large breasts looking deeply swollen and her previously tight, athletic, stomach heavy with something inside it. An alien? A human? Something else!?

“Wha-what? What?” All Captain Troi could do was stammer as Ensign Galloway came closer and closer until she stood right before her. The slave took one of Andrea’s hands and placed it on her stomach, and then reached forward to gently kiss the captain on the mouth. “It’s a miracle, Andrea.” She spoke in a dreamy, content, voice. “We can end the war if we just give our bodies over for their most wonderful purpose. Do you know what our most wonderful purpose is?” Her other hand now rubbed against the dark-haired, soaking wet, woman’s stomach and slowly made its way down.

“The most wonderful purpose of a human is to breed for her superiors.” Andrea put a hand up to her mouth. The words had come out automatically. What had they done to her? She needed to fight their hypnotic suggestions!

These unruly thoughts were broken up by another kiss from Mariska. This time Andrea returned it. The ensign waved a wet hand, the one that had been rubbing against her captain, towards the alien. “If we give over our bodies to its natural purpose, the war will be over within the year! We can be at the forefront of peace!” Her beautiful smile was deeply sincere. Whatever the alien had done to her, she believed it completely.

“H-h-h-how?” Andrea barely stammered out the question as one of her hands was gently led across Mariska’s swollen left breast. It felt so good to touch the pregnant human. Maybe she would touch her once the captain was pregnant herself? Wait, no, must fight the suggestions! “I do not exist to be bred!” Andrea declared to herself. She whimpered as her hand rubbed her crew mate’s hard nipple. The declaration had been passive at best.

Mariska ran her pouty mouth along Andrea’s ear. “It’s wonderful...we are bred and cycled through over a few weeks...the seed in me was accelerated to show you...we birth new warriors to fight for peace...they look human...but they have alien DNA that strengthens them, quicker, and also easy to control…their growth is also accelerated to adulthood in days while in incubators…they have been taking humans for a while...that is why they found humans among the alien forces...they did not change sides, they were brewed for battle...for peace...we have a duty...we have peace in our nature.” She kissed and then nibbled the ear. Captain Troi continued to massage her swollen breasts. By now both women had puddles at their feet. “...We can help secure peace forever...we just need to submit to our nature...”

She leaned in further, so Andrea had to touch her stomach. “I know you like me, Andrea. I can tell.” Her hand reached inside the captain’s soaked pants and began pleasuring her, a loving smile on her face. “We can be together. You just need to accept your nature. Will you?”

Andrea, high ranked in her class, first in her family to go to space, tried to fight it, but she succumbed as the best orgasm of her life electrified her body. The lovers hugged and kissed again. Mariska, holding the new thrall’s hand tightly, turned and presented her to the alien. “She is ready, Master.”

The alien’s eye lit up and one of its arms sprang out of the body and dove inside Andrea’s cunt. Mariska held her tightly as the alien violently fucked it for what felt like days. They shot a green stream of liquid inside the former captain, and she fell into the former ensign’s arms before screaming out in another orgasm as the life form inside her began to grow and her stomach and breasts swelled. Mariska kissed her lover again, tears of pure joy streaming down both of their faces.

From afar, Zaro watched with approval. With this project’s success, his own would be approved.

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“Well, how DID we end up here, then?” Jana Phelpis had gone to her neighbor Elli Archer’s home for lunch. They had been neighbors for a few years, but had never been all that close. Jana’s husband had insisted, since both of their husbands were on the board of the local business council, she socializes with Mrs. Archer. Mrs. Phelpis rolled her eyes and said “fine” eventually. She loved him, but often he gave her these kinds of retributive assignments. Given how much money he made, and that it allowed her to be a homemaker attuned to her own world, the brunette acquiesced...eventually...most of the time. But Elli was a step too far in numerous ways.

Elli was also a housewife, but more in the “trophy wife” vein. She was ten years younger than Jana and quit university at 21 to marry Mr. Archer. She was pink-haired, busty beyond words, and not that bright. Trying to talk to her was like having a conversation with a plant.

“I don’t know,” Elli countered in her loud, up pitched voice. “There was a light, and it was so pretty, and I couldn’t stop myself from walking towards it.” She looked around with a pout at their surroundings. The room they were in was a bland egg white with no doors or markings except a black marker in the middle of the wall.

“Yeah. Those lights.” Jana had felt compelled to walk towards them too. She could not stop herself from doing it, and then suddenly they were here. How? The brunette rolled her eyes at her neighbor tapping parts of the wall with white-tipped nails. “Why would that work,” she spat out with disgust.

“I don’t know,” Elli replied with a shrug. “You are so mean.”

“YOU are so stupid. I wouldn’t have followed the lights if you had not, you fucking bimbo.” Jana walked towards her, finger pointed, and they began arguing.

From behind the black marker, which was actually a mirror, two green-skinned aliens, friends of Zaro from another division, watched them. “Oh our Gods,” one exclaimed with a sigh, “these humans are stupid beyond words.” His name roughly translated to “Xenio” in English.

The other sadly looked on. “Neither is educated. They married into their lives and are as vapid as the other specimens we have acquired.” His name roughly translated to “Xora” in English.

Xenio nodded. “Well, let’s see what the gas does to these two. If the planet is going to eventually be harvested...” He looked down at a chart. “...we need to be sure the gas can be used on a planet wide scale. So far, the success rate has been around 50%. This new mixture is apparently the best one the science team has come up with yet.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to have a successful experiment. I could use it for my promotion report. Brainwashing them like Zaro does is fine and all for small groups like spaceships, but we need something for larger scale groups. Psychic indoctrination does not scale either, but is useful in some situations.”

They stood at a console and toggled up the new gas. “Ugh, shut up,” one of them muttered as they muted the shrill and ditzy housewives bickering below them. The humans were now having a slap fight, which both aliens found to be absolutely disgusting. No wonder so many of the males of their species thought they were an inferior gender.

“You bitch!” Jana exclaimed as she slapped Elli across the face. Both stopped at the sound of humming coming from above them. A pink colored mist began slipping out of a small opening in the ceiling.

They stared up at it for a moment before Jana ran into a corner of the room. “Fucking move, idiot.”

Her command to Elli was unheard as the vapid housewife stared up at the pretty colored mist. As it descended, she took a big breath of it. After a moment, she let out a very feminine giggle as her brain, what little bits she actually used, began to fuzz out and focus on only one thing. Her manicured hands moved up to the augmented breasts on the bimbo’s chest and began to rub them while letting out a moan. The housewife’s eyes dilated, and her pupils vanished into tiny little specs as she furiously slid one set of fingers underneath her dress, slid down her panties, and began masturbating.

“What the fuck,” Jana exclaimed as she watched Elli with odd curiosity. That mist had done something to her. She watched as her neighbor removed the dress adorning her body to get better access. When Elli orgasmed, she fell forward, but then sat up again and continued, empty eyed, to pleasure herself.

“Wow,” Xenio exclaimed, “the one with the wonderful chest really took to it.” They watched her orgasm for a second as Jana yelled at her.

“Ugh, that other one never shuts up.” Xora’s long ears wiggled with repulsion. “Did you know when I went undercover on Earth, I could barely stand the endless chatter of their females when together? It was horrible. Their entertainment is so loud and made me nauseous. I am so glad ours only speak when spoken to by one of us.”

Xenio winced as well. “Yes, I read your report, of course.” He leaned in towards the mirror to watch Elli begin working towards her third orgasm. “That one sure looks nice. It’s funny how much they want to have bodies like our females. Their men are so boring and flat except for those...things...between their legs. They are like our phalli, but shorter.” The females of their alien race had what would be considered F or G cup breasts by an earthling. They were naturally rather busty as billions of years of evolution had expanded them to sizes that would make even the average breast implants on Earth look small.

Xora winced with disgust. “Turn the gas on again so she will shut up.”

As Jana ranted at Elli, who was now staring mindlessly at the ceiling from a kneeling position, she suddenly got a whiff of the gas nearby. Horror-struck her as she realized that it was coming from a hidden vent above her. “No, no, no, no.” she said, throwing off her shoes, and running to find some kind of escape. She pounded on a few walls and screamed out for help, but none came for her.

As she beat the walls, Jana’s elbow brushed up against one of her breasts. The brunette let out a gasp and then a giggle. Her hand reached down towards the middle of her body, trailing against the toned stomach that teased so many men at the gym, but then pulled back as Jana was able to control them again. “Okay, not a sex zombie yet.”

Jana took a few steps and felt a bit of a more feminine sway to her gait. “That is hot,” she thought and began sweating. Within a minute, she was soaked and instinctively pulling off her clothing. She ran a few more steps and nearly tripped out of her panties and bra. “I can control it,” the housewife declared, but her hand was quickly moving towards her cunt.

It was at that point, she made eye contact with Elli, who was currently trying to suck on her own surgically augmented breasts. Jana watched this beautiful woman fondling herself and decided she could help her out. Her vapid neighbor’s moan of frustration was the final straw.

Jana padded over and knelt down next to Elli. She pushed her own breasts, not quite as big but just as fake, towards her neighbor, who began to suck on them. Quickly, Jana forgot about her concerns and slid two fingers inside Elli as both climaxed and collapsed into a heap.

The aliens watched from their mirror. “See? Much better now,” Xenio observed as Jana dropped to her knees in orgasmic bliss. An empty eyed stare came across her face as Elli, totally broken at this point, joined her on the floor. “This is an outstanding breakthrough!” Both aliens nodded and offered each congratulations. However, their celebration was cut short by Jana stirring and trying to stand up.

The aliens sprinted back over to the mirror. One of them said in their language’s equivalent of “shit” and watched the brunette get to her feet. Jana looked around and took a few steps back from Elli who, as intended by the gas, was a full-fledged sex zombie that existed only for its next orgasm.

“What do we do?” Xenio sighed with resignation. Jana was quite the human specimen. It would be unfortunate if she had to be put down.

“Hey, I have an idea.” Xora began typing on their console. He grinned at the hum of the hidden speakers in the room getting both Elli and Jana’s attention. “Elli? Can you hear me?” Elli looked up and enthusiastically nodded. “Good girl. “Do you enjoy orgasming?” She nodded again. “Good girl. Your friend Jana is not enjoying it. Can you help her understand? When she does, I will let you have the best orgasm of your life.”

Elli’s head snapped towards Jana, and she started skipping over to her. Jana tried to run away, but got cornered by the sex zombie, who began kissing and fondling her. “No, no, no,” Jana screamed as her nipples became harder, and her cunt became soaking wet. Elli, much more athletically than Jana thought possible, pushed her down and held on as she lifted her legs up and began pleasuring the struggling woman with her mouth.

Jana had never felt pleasure like this, but still tried to resist it. Her husband refused to go down on her, having claimed that was for “dykes and betas,” and the effects of the gas were overtaking her moronic sensibilities as the new feelings flooded her body. She tried to resist it by punching at Elli’s back, but her fit but skinny, at her husband’s request she did not work out much because “you’ll end up looking like a lesbo if you lift too much,” body did not have a lot of force behind it.

Jana’s breaking point was when another cloud of gas floated down at them. As she took a large inhalation of it, her mind became distracted by the erotic ecstasy that she felt at the moment. Elli must have sensed it because she pushed her head in closer, driving the legs of her friend up against the wall and pleasured her until Jana screamed out in the most joyous and violent orgasm of her life.

When she recovered, her pupils had become tiny slits, just like Elli. She stared blankly ahead with an empty mind ready to be filled with what will get the next great orgasm. Looking over at her neighbor, she could not even remember Elli’s name. All she saw was a lovely pair of breasts and a hairless cunt.

Both women waited quietly until the aliens came down to greet them. “Hello,” Xenio began, which got their attention. Xora snapped metal collars around their necks and attached a leash to each. “Come with us. You may not cum until you have pleased me enough.” Elli and Jana snapped at attention and obediently followed their Masters out of the room to begin new lives.

* * *

Commander Josie Filipovic rendezvoused with the new crew she was joining on the exploration ship Wellington at 1400 Universal Space Time. Her arrival had been delayed by a prolonged shore leave at an academic conference, but the time was well spent with friends she had gone to the academy with that the blonde-haired commander would not see for at least a few years.

It turned out she would never see any of them ever again.

During the war, Commander Filipovic had been stationed on a war ship, The Derry, that had almost been destroyed in the final battle before a cease fire was enabled between the warring factions. Many crew members had died that day, including her captain, and enlisted that she had gone to the academy with ten years before.

An extended period of counseling planet side, and even more extended shore leave on various pleasure planets, was offered to every crew member of The Derry, and Commander Filipovic had refused the pleasure planet shore leave to do a bit of inter-spacial travel and then attend the ten-day conference before joining the new ship. She would be the last member of the crew to arrive, which would seal all of their fates.

The new crew for The Wellington would be combined between the surviving crew of The Derry and another ship, The Bujold, which was destroyed before the cease fire officially went into effect. Both crew had undergone significant amounts of grief, and Commander Filipovic was prepared to help lead them in their deep space travels.

The Wellington was scheduled to spend the next three years on a scouting mission for new worlds the Interplanetary League of Species could terraform for their desires. Significant potential had been seen in long-range drone ship scans. The worlds in this part of the galaxy were primarily neutral in nature. The alien inhabitants of one particular planetary system in that area of space ran many of the pleasure planets across the galaxy. Once Commander Filipovic was on board, they were ready to leave to seek out these new worlds.

Josie had gone directly to her quarters upon arriving at The Wellington. The blonde-haired commander read through reports, emails, and staff evaluations to get caught up on what would be expected once the ship was on its way. She began listening to music, frowning a bit at the idea that they would not have access to popular acts while on their journey, and began to relax and ease through every task. A sense of contentment filled her body, which was interrupted by a ping from her quarters’ security system that she had a visitor.

She rolled her shoulders and padded over to the door, a sense of calm overwhelming her, and called out for it to open. At the door stood the first officer of the ship, behind her and the new captain, Pietàs Dexamanus. Her close friend hugged the commander tightly. Both of them had been highly ranked in IPoS schooling, athletics, and competing for handsome men.

Pietàs had always been very light-hearted and a bit of a tomboy, so it was shocking to Commander Filipovic to see her wearing a very tight, form-fitting, version of the new, post-war, IPoS uniform. It looked practically poured onto the dark-haired woman from where it stopped at her chin and then down to her feet, which were adorned in the high-heeled version of their uniform boots.

Josie had seen many members of the crew wearing them as well since her arrival. While not required, it seemed that a bit of a fashion fad was taking off for their deep space trip. She had seen a promotional message from the captain talking about how his briefing informed him that they were specially prepared for their long term space trip and for ease of mobility in both work and downtime.

She had to admit that Pietàs looked good in it and filled out the uniform quite nicely. Still, such a tight outfit seemed a bit inappropriate for an officer, and those high-heels looked so brutal to wear. The commander had always held such feminine frivolity in great disdain, in hopes of a larger focus on her qualifications and achievements rather than her looks.

The ladies sat down in Josie’s living room with two coffees from the food replicator. They were from one of the IPoS aligned species and the taste was wonderful.

Pietàs smiled softly. “Everyone is so happy you are back, Josie. We have been greatly awaiting it.” A beat passed. “Tell me about your conference and how it went.”

Josie took a sip from her coffee and began discussing the ins and outs of various conference panels and discussions she had with academics both aligned with IPoS or otherwise. While good to be away for a bit to refresh herself before such a long assignment, conferences like this were a great place to network and gain importance experience needed for her CV if she wanted to be a captain one day.

Pietàs sighed with boredom. She had loved her career, but also having fun and a life outside the IPoS. It was a good career, but just a job really at the end of the day.

A thought popped into the lieutenant-commander’s head as her eyes brightened. “Have you met the new captain? Captain Bartholomew Lear. I met him a few days ago and was very impressed with the man. He is a hunk too!” She got a blank, distant, expression for a moment before turning back to a more somber one. Her mind wondered how big Captain Lear’s—

Josie rolled her eyes at Pietàs’ frivolity. “I have a meeting with Captain Lear first thing tomorrow morning.” Another beat passed as she eyed her friend’s curves. “So what is going on with these new uniforms? Did I miss a memo? Fashion fad? You usually don’t follow those.” The blonde commander was beautiful, but her hid femininity behind the more generic, loose, professional, versions of their uniforms.

Pietàs sighed with cheer. “I love the new uniforms. They fit so well to the body and are made of some kind of new fiber. I want to dress for comfort on this long-term journey. It will be fun too. Captain Lear complimented my new heels.” She curtsied for her friend to show off the uniform. The fiber, whatever it was, did rather snugly hold her curves in place. This was certainly true.

Josie frowned, but then nodded. “I do not really need my uniform to look poured onto me, but that is fine if others choose to wear it. If Captain Lear approved, so be it.” She was not sure what this meant about Captain Lear, but found it a little concerning he would offer a comment on an executive staff member’s appearance.

“The uniforms came up during our orientation meetings and many crew members, I think some due to peer pressure, got on board with it,” Pietàs confirmed, “You will definitely look weird if you don’t!”

“Well,” Josie began with a shrug, “I guess I will have to look weird.” She decided to change the subject.

Captain Lear’s profile looked impressive to Commander Filipovic. His last ship was in another part of the galaxy, so it was odd to see him take over The Wellington, but decisions like that were way above her pay grade.

She had to admit that the muscular, blond, man was very handsome. He did not bring a wife or girlfriend. The more amorous members of the crew were going to compete for his affections, surely. He had pretty eyes. Pietàs could have him.

She continued to page through the captain’s public record. He was a star athlete in his time at the academy. How athletic he was in bed—

Pietàs broke her out of the fantasy forming in her mind. “I am going to totally get you to wear a uniform like mine. Even the heels!”

Josie kept frowning. “Pietàs, you are beautiful, no matter what you wear.”

Now it was Pietàs’ turn to frown. “I feel like I could look better. I need to exercise more. Two hours available instead of one. Captain Lear began leading early evening exercise sessions after the day shift a few days ago, too. He said that ‘we will be our best if we look our best.’ I was so sore the next morning after the first one, but I am starting to keep up with him. The leg work-outs have helped with the heels too.” The normally self-assured and confident woman had felt inadequate after their orientation meeting.

Her friend and commander sighed again. “Well, I mean, if you want to change your appearance it is your right, but you look fine. You always do!” After a beat, she continued. “I am just surprised to see you wearing that outfit.”

Maybe Pietàs was right though about dressing for comfort on their long journey? Perhaps it was just a fad. Kissing up to a captain and their whims was nothing new on ships. Fitness was no different from fads they had seen in their careers taken up by crew members to impress the new boss.

Josie stood up. “Okay, I need to prepare this report before I meet with Captain Lear in the morning. I will join you in the gym after day shift, I promise.” The good friends hugged and then Pietàs walked, hips beginning to have a bit more of a feminine sway, to the door.

Commander Filipovic sat back down to work through the reports. She felt rather tranquil as day turned to night. The music she had chosen had calmed the beautiful blonde down and put her in a state where the hypnotic display that overtook the screen she was viewing tranced her quickly. Her earbuds began playing subliminal messages, which would continue as she laid down to bed as commanded.

Soon she would be as enslaved as the rest of the crew to their Master, Captain Lear. Although his true Master was still unknown to them all.

* * *

The next morning, Commander Josie Filipovic was running behind a little, frustrated with herself, after giving into the temptation of a morning masturbation session. She had woken up rather horny and felt desperate to achieve an orgasm. After doing so, the blonde woman showered, ate a quick breakfast, and then quickly got into her uniform, choosing to continue wearing the sensible and loose fitting pants and sweater along with flat boots.

In the halls, many crew members wore the more form-fitting uniforms. Some had even higher heeled boots than Pietàs had worn even. She did have to admit that they looked good on the more fit members of the crew. Maybe they should focus on fun and comfort? It would be a long trip after all.

A few crew members offered flirtatious smiles before stopping to salute their superior officer. Commander Filipovic was not used to such formality, but perhaps the captain had ordered it? She would have to ask him. Captain Lear would have the right answer, she, somehow, knew.

Josie exited the elevator one floor before the bridge and stopped in a bathroom to check her makeup. Normally, the commander wore the minimal amount of makeup to be professional, but this morning she had applied a lot more eye makeup than normal and much darker red lipstick. Finally confident in her appearance, she made her way back to the elevator and to the bridge.

When the doors to the bridge swooshed open, every member of the morning bridge crew was wearing the new uniform, which included Pietàs. Each of them stood up and saluted as an ensign exclaimed, “COMMANDER ON BRIDGE,” to all.

Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus walked over and smiled at Josie and came to stand at casual attention. “Commander Filipovic, Captain Lear has placed me in command of the bridge until your meeting is complete.”

Commander Filipovic gave a small shrug. The new formality of the bridge crew would take some getting used to, she supposed. “Excellent… Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus. I will brief you after speaking to him.”

Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus nodded. “Of course, as you wish, Commander. I look forward to it.” She watched Josie enter Master’s meeting room and turned to smile at the other deeply, deeply, brainwashed bridge crew members.

Normally, Josie would have just entered a captain’s meeting room, but given the formality Captain Lear apparently expected, she pressed his intercom button and then entered after hearing his confirmation she could enter.

The blonde commander only got a few steps into his office. Josie could barely react as Captain Lear stood up and, with his masculine firmness, announced a trigger phrase which put her into a programming trance.

Commander Filipovic stood at casual attention upon Captain Lear’s command. “I am ready for instruction, Sir,” she said in a blank monotone.

“Excellent, I am pleased,” Captain Lear said with smug self-confidence and satisfaction. “Kneel and bow before me, as you will whenever entering my meeting room.”

Josie knelt and bowed before Master. Her mind was, as most females of this species, easy to bring under control with even the lightest subliminal overnight. Now she could be properly brainwashed.

A tube came out of the wall and slid open. “Commander Filipovic, stand up and lay down in the tube.” He watched the mesmerized female comply with his command, her firm backside looking like something he needed to fuck soon.

Josie stared blankly ahead as the face of the tube closed. Headphones came out of the sides and engulfed her ears as a hypnotic spiral danced before the future slave’s eyes.

Satisfied with the situation, Captain Lear went out onto the bridge and spoke aloud an executive command, which took over every screen on the ship with a message that put the crew into a trance. After a moment, all returned to their duties.

After the end of the morning shift, Commander Filipovic, now dressed in the form-fitting uniform and high-heeled boots required by Captain Lear, left her superior’s meeting room and the bridge crew stopped what they were doing and stood at casual attention before her. She looked over at Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus. “You are in the charge on the bridge while Captain Lear is otherwise occupied. I will be receiving further lessons elsewhere. Recall our duty is to obey the command structure.”

Each bridge officer returned to their duties once she left the bridge. Josie snapped to attention in the elevator and remained this way until arriving at the ship’s gym. Two droned officers, one male and one female, looking more muscular by the minute, escorted her to the locker room and gave her a spandex sports bra and extremely tight shorts along with a pair of clear platform heels to wear. She complied and stripped in front of them, the brainwashed human needed no modesty, and stared blankly ahead as a collar with words in a language she had never seen was snapped around her neck along with a leash hook.

The drones attached a leash to it, and the male one tugged her gently out of the locker room and onto a treadmill. Around them, crew members exercised, deep in trance. No need to hide anything anymore.

Once on the treadmill, it began moving slowly as a three-dimensional hypnotic spiral played before Josie’s eyes. Her gait fell in line with its commands as a hyper-sexualized sway began to be brainwashed into her.

After the hour-long session, she did lift for another hour before showering with other crew members. The locker rooms were now multi-sexed: They were all to be brainwashed, so their gender did not matter as much anymore. The signs now just said HUMAN instead of male and female.

After dressing again in the uniform Captain Lear now required of all crew members, Josie returned to her quarters. A male crew member walked towards his superior officer and stood at casual attention. The dark-haired male wore tight shorts and a tank top. “Commander Filipovic, may I be of service?”

The commander swayed over to him and ran a hand over his chest. He was handsome and the way his cock rose turned her on. “You must obey the command structure, correct?” Her gaze would not leave his bulge.

The nameless ensign stood firmer, in more ways than one, “yes, Commander Filipovic, our duty is to obey the command structure.” He had already thought Josie was attractive, and his newfound need to obey superiors made her even more intoxicating.

“Join me for the evening, that is a direct order.” Direct orders from superiors must be obeyed had been brainwashed into her first and foremost, just like every other crew member. As his superior officer, he would obey her unquestionably.

They entered her quarters and she commanded him to strip off his uniform. The ensign tore off his clothing and stood at casual attention. Commander Filipovic pushed up his hands a bit. “Naughty ensign, don’t hide that beautiful cock of yours.” She gave it a few strokes and watched as he blankly stared at her.

The blonde-haired commander leaned in and kissed him. “This is a direct order: You are going to fuck me senseless tonight. I need to have a man inside of me.” A fantasy from the brainwashing session danced in her mind’s eye as she tossed off her boots and slid out of the uniform she had hated just the day before. “I need you to take me by force,” her mouth said as the desires formed, “and ravage my body.”

The ensign stared at her for a moment before blinking to life. He grabbed his superior officer by the arm and yanked her to the bedroom, where she was shoved onto it and then pinned down. He entered the superior officer with his long, thick, cock and fucked her senseless.

Commander Filipovic’s screamed out in ecstasy. She had never really desired a man to take her quite this forcefully before, but now it was her every fantasy, as if there for years. New memories formed, as he came inside her, of demanding boyfriends to use force on the commander and have their way with her.

The ensign shoved her down and hopped off the bed to stand at casual attention again, although his cock was now mostly not at attention. He had been one of the first members of the crew to fall under Captain Lear’s control, and thus had lost most of his desires for anything but a new command to obey from a superior officer.

“Mm hmm,” his superior declared, “that was wonderful, ensign, but I think you can go again. I bet you can get hard for your commander again.” She gave him a few gentle strokes and grinned with pride as his cock became rock-hard and very long again.

This time they fucked with her on top. She rode the inferior ensign, who was commanded to pull her closer and closer until he came inside the superior officer. Josie had always been an advocate of using sexual protection methods, but the idea of doing so had slipped out of her mind. A need to have raw, unprotected, sex filled her body like a primal urge.

Josie was impressed afterward with how the ensign could get hard again, but she was exhausted from a long day and decided to call it a night. She left the ensign kneeling on the floor and forgot to put any clothes on for bed.

After padding back over to the bed, she frowned at him. “Oh, hmm, you should sleep on the floor, I guess. I do not think a superior officer should actually sleep with a subordinate. I am sure you understand, ensign.”

The ensign looked up at her. “Commander, remember your lesson this evening. Captain Lear’s order.” Without waiting for her response, he curled up on the floor.

Commander Filipovic blinked a few times and the life dropped out of her face. “I have to complete my lesson, Captain Lear’s order.” She looked down at her bedside table and found a pair of earbuds lying there. A compulsion to put them in her ears overtook any sense of free will and as she lay down to sleep, a new lesson in brainwashing began.

On the floor, the ensign’s neuro-chip continued wiping his mind. The ensign barely knew himself as an individual, but as a dutiful servant to superiors. Soon enough, that concept of self-identity would be erased and a life of mindless service, the eventual fate of all the human species, would begin.

* * *

The next morning, Josie woke up and allowed the ensign to fuck her again. He did not speak, which was fine with her, such a lowly subordinate did not need to do so, and she ordered him to begin breakfast while she showered.

A quick check of the internal message system for The Wellington showed her a new message from Captain Lear, which she immediately opened. The message announced that the new dress code was no longer optional: All crew members must conform to it. She blinked a few times and nodded. Of course, her silly protests the day before had been wrong sighted.

Quickly, the increasingly brainwashed commander wrote an apology reply to the captain for not complying earlier. A chatbot replied a moment later that new uniforms had been delivered overnight and should be by the door of her quarters.

Josie briskly walked to the door, nakedness and sense of shame forgotten, and picked up the box sitting by it. At no point did she question how the delivery person got around her security codes because her excitement at being able to conform to Captain Lear’s new dress code filled the increasingly gullible commander’s mind.

Commander Filipovic slid into the uniform and the fabric molded itself to her moderate curves. She certainly did not fill it out like Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus did, but the spike-heeled boots did accentuate her backside quite a bit. Hopefully, the captain approved of her appearance as she tied her hair into a ponytail as so many members of the crew had done.

She went to check on how the ensign was preparing breakfast from the replicator when the door pinged to announce a visitor. Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus stood at the door at casual attention, looking towards the floor.

“You may enter,” Commander Filipovic said, and Pietàs entered her quarters and returned to casual attention.

“Commander Filipovic,” she began in a monotone voice, “Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus is reporting for breakfast as regularly scheduled. How may she be of service?” Pietàs had been reprogrammed in record time before Josie arrived, and her personality had been uploaded overnight, leaving a shell of her that existed to obey superiors. It had pained her yesterday to have to treat a superior as an equal, as their friendship had demanded, but it was Master’s will, and Master’s will is purpose.

Commander Filipovic walked over, rather slowly in such high heels, and put a hand on her subordinate’s chin. “That is your duty, isn’t it? To serve. As I serve the captain.” Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus lowered her eyes in docile submission to a superior officer.

The ensign, cock still rock hard, came into the living room, “Commander Filipovic,” he said in his own blank monotone, “breakfast is prepared.” He looked over at Lieutenant Commander Dexamanus. “Will breakfast be served for two?”

Commander Filipovic looked at his hard cock and then turned to her friend. A subliminally brainwashed idea came to the front of her mind. “Lieutenant Commander…Pietàs, my dear, this hunky ensign was in my service last night, and he did such a great job offering me pleasure. You are going to kneel and fellate him to reward his obedience to me. Obey me now: This is a direct order.”

Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus blinked a few times in shock at her prudish superior officer making such a demand, but then found herself kneeling before the ensign and licking his cock until it ended up in her mouth.

Pietàs was quite a good cocksucker, and she bobbed up and down on him while Commander Filipovic ate her breakfast at a table across the room, where they had shared so many coffees before. Her simple brain focused on sucking dick and their friendship slid out of the slave’s mind to focus on the current command a superior gave, which was to suck this subordinate’s cock. By the time he came in her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed, both the lieutenant-commander and ensign’s full programming activated in their neuro-chip. Their minds were now focused on obedience and nothing else.

The commander finished her meal while her subordinates stood at either side of the table. Upon finishing the meal, she dropped the remnants into the recycler and turned to them. “Please escort me to the bridge. I have a morning meeting with Captain Lear.”

Neither spoke, but did move to obey immediately. Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus stood just in front of Commander Filipovic and the nameless ensign behind her. In the elevator on the way to the bridge, they snapped to attention, while Josie, still not totally indoctrinated, stood at casual attention.

When they entered the bridge, the highest-ranking officer, a lieutenant, announced their arrival, and every bridge officer stood and saluted. Commander Filipovic saluted back. “I will be meeting with Captain Lear this morning. Lieutenant-Commander Dexamanus is in charge. You obey me to obey the captain. You obey her to obey me.”

All bridge officers saluted again and returned to their duties as she awkwardly tried to sway into Captain Lear’s meeting room. The doors swooshed open and inside she found him sitting at his desk.

Commander Filipovic stood at casual attention. Captain Lear was handsome, and his smug grin turned her on. She normally found arrogant men repulsive, but an urge to kneel filled her simplified brain.

“I am deeply pleased that you have conformed to the dress code, commander,” he began, “I know it is a big change for you, but like the rest of the crew I know you will conform to the needs of a superior officer. This is a direct order.”

Commander Filipovic blinked a few times. “Yes, Sir. I will conform to your dress code desires. How may I further be of service?”

He came around the table and stood before her. “You being away when the crew arrived has been a bit of a problem, but that is solvable right now since you have gone through the initial indoctrination process.”

Captain Lear injected a neuro-chip against the back of her neck. She gasped, but then let out a loud scream as the chip began to override her mind.

She blinked a few times. “Root access acquired. Root program installing,” the newly activated slave announced in a monotone. “Master, program installed. Rebooting.”

Commander Filipovic, again, blinked a few times, and then curtsied before her superior. “Master, Commander Filipovic exists to obey superiors. How may she be of service?”

He motioned for her to kneel before him. “I have decided to make some changes around here. Why don’t you suck my cock while I explain them to you.”

Master stroked her hair while she fellated him. Josie found oral sex to be demeaning: Boyfriends had demanded it, and she always acquiesced, but now her mind turned off as she bobbed up and down on Master’s phallus. Phallus. That word had popped into her suggestible brain. Master had a phallus. It was moderately large, but a larger phallus was much preferred.

When Master came in her mouth, she swallowed some of it, but then gagged and the leftover ended up on her face. She looked up, cum dripping down her face, and found him to be the most incredible man.

Master picked up his new slave’s chin with his hand. “Effective immediately, I am demoting you from commander to executive assistant. You are now the lowest ranked officer on the ship. You exist to obey all, but of course serve me. Do you understand, Josie?”

Josie stared at Master with an odd fascination. “Yes, Master.” The neuro-chip began deleting her previous life of ambition and upward mobility in the ILoS. She was now a lowly assistant that existed to obey.

He snapped a collar around Josie’s neck and hooked a leash to it. Master led her by it onto the bridge. Each officer, male and female, was now collared and leashed as well. They snapped to attention, empty eyed and eager for command.

* * *

One month later, after The Wellington had been “lost” in a space storm, their warp drive had been diverted to another quadrant with technology unknown to humans. The human crew were now all slaves besides Master and quickly changing into a caste system of them.

The slave known as Josie awoke in Master’s quarters and blinked to life. Her visual readouts flickered on. All health signs were nominal; Master had given no new commands overnight; new programming, coming from an unknown source, had been brainwashed into her overnight; her standing orders remained. Temperature in the ship was also standard, and their current route was unimpaired at the moment.

The slave padded into the shower and began washing herself. Josie was now a fairly simple slave, but Master referred to her as SERVANT, which was her name as she had always known it to be besides Josie. SERVANTs were one of three classes of humans, of which all existed to serve Master.

Josie scrubbed her body as the shower came on. She had gone through quite a set of changes, after a series of visits to the droned medical staff. Her breasts had been significantly augmented alongside her fuller, pouty, mouth. The SERVANT was now hairless below the shoulders and wore a shiny, dark latex, rather brief, underwear and braless, maid uniform each day that served up her breasts and cunt for full display to Master. Her ankles had been surgically altered to allow for Master’s mandatory seven inch high-heels. Thousands of virtual hours of treadmill time wearing them had made it natural. A collar and leash with JOSIE-SERVANT in bright pink on it finished the uniform.

After toweling off, dressing, and applying her much heavier than before makeup, Josie swayed into the dining area of Master’s large quarters and prepared his morning meal. SERVANTs only ate a singular liquid shake each day after their bodies were altered by the drone doctors. A slight green tint had come over her and every member of the crew, including Master’s, bodies like a sun tan.

She knelt on the floor of the dining room after leaving out Master’s morning meal. She stared at the floor, unthinking, empty-headed. Master fucked her sometimes, but she mostly spent her days during domestic work. JOSIE-SERVANT felt no jealousy or desire for something more. The idea of these concepts had been brainwashed out of her and replaced with mindless joy at service.

Nevertheless, a piece of the SERVANT longed for Master’s touch, for praise, for acknowledgement. He sat down to eat and did not even notice her. Master said something to her, but an ability to understand language when not given a direct command was currently set to “off” in her neuro-chip settings. Why bother? None of it concerned her anyway.

Master yanked her up by the leash attached to her collar. “SERVANT, you will accompany me to the bridge. We are rendezvousing with a friend of mine. Do not speak unless directly spoken to,” he gave her leash another yank and JOSIE-SERVANT fell in line as they entered the hallway.

Neither of them would ever return to Master’s quarters.

On the bridge, all officers stood and snapped to attention at his presence. They had been programmed to return to their duties after a moment and did without further need for command.

At the captain’s bridge door stood the former Pietàs. She was now a HUNTER, brainwashed into a mindless security unit. The dark-haired HUNTER was extremely muscular, with a massive bust, and the same green tint to her skin that every other human on board had gained. The latex on her body was poured on from neck to feet with high-heeled boots. Her eyes were intense, and the neuro-chip installed once JOSIE-SERVANT was brainwashed monitored ship security alongside the hive mind of the other HUNTERs.

Master walked by her as the door opened with JOSIE-SERVANT and behind him. Josie and Pietàs, former best friends, did not acknowledge each other. PIETÀS-HUNTER had no memory of their time together, but JOSIE-SERVANT felt an odd pang of familiarity when they were together. The pang always vanished after a second, and was forgotten until it arrived again.

The SERVANT snapped to attention inside the captain’s cabin. A few seconds later, someone beamed into the cabin. The SERVANT froze in place as a member of the superior species of their planet, The Yartens, materialized. He was a darker green, very muscular, and his half-hard phallic bulge could be seen through the loose fitting garb and boots he wore.

Master went over to shake the Yarten’s hand, but it did not move. “You have done well, pet, but it is time to bring you in line with the rest of the humans.” The alien stated an activation code aloud, which froze Captain Lear in place.

Captain Lear gasped and then froze in place. After a moment, he turned to face the real Master. “Master Zaro, this SERVANT is yours to command. Your will is purpose.” The newly activated SERVANT’s cock rose as the life emptied from his eyes.

Zaro walked up to him and put a hand on his face. The Yarten’s hands were webbed, with four fingers, and very firm. He always had to remind himself that humans were fairly fragile. Yarten females were as well, it seemed to be the typical way evolution worked around the galaxy, but human males were fairly brittle too. Until they received the kind of molding this crew had over the past few months. The now former captain was rather large, but nothing from an inferior human competed with his strength, so he still had to be careful.

“Good human,” he said calmly. “Please load full SERVANT programming and then delete all files for the ‘Captain Lear’ emulation program. I have them backed up in case they are ever needed. There should be personalized files from me to download too.”

The new SERVANT blinked many times and then spoke in a blank monotone. “Master, ‘Captain Lear’ emulation program has been deleted. Full SERVANT programming is installing in two…one…minutes…” He stood even firmer, cock now rock hard in his tiny shorts. “Master, SERVANT is an inferior human, and humans exist to obey Yartens. Your will is purpose.”

Zaro nodded. “Good human. You will be joining my home,” he began while snapping a collaring and leash around his property’s neck, “as one of my personal SERVANTs. Further programming will be waiting for you when we arrive at my dwelling.”

The former Captain Lear stood blankly awaiting further orders. Zaro then faced the SERVANT that used to be Josie. “Stay still while I do some readings.” JOSIE-SERVANT did not move an inch, but stared blankly forward without a sound.

Zaro inserted a cord into her neuro-chip and then read through the readouts a moment later. “Hmm. Just like the initial reports.” He leaned over to her. She was beautiful. The surgical modifications he had sent to the drone doctors had come out exceptionally. “You’re only running at 90%. Probably because you were programmed late, and it seems like you were a rush job. You have a number of anomalies I will need to work on.”

His device showed that JOSIE-SERVANT’s heart was now racing. “Oh, no, no, you can relax. I am not displeased. You can be fixed.” He grinned with pride as her heart rate returned to normal levels. “Good human.”

He put a hand on her face. “In fact, you will be staying with me. I need to run tests on you, and I believe you could be the beginning of something wonderful if all goes well. Relax. None of you are going to remember being here anyway.”

Zaro took the former captain and commander’s leashes in his hand. They walked onto the bridge and the former Pietàs announced Master’s arrival. To the crew, the green skinned alien had always been Master. The male human leashed next to him was one of his personal SERVANTs. What an honor!

He sat in the captain’s chair and received an update from the DRONE at navigation. They would be home soon. The home for the superior species Yartans and the inferior species of humans.

* * *

When The Wellington arrived at the Yartans’ home planet, it was set down at a base where Zaro was met by a few of his colleagues. The crew had been brainwashed into three sets of humans: SERVANTs like JOSIE-SERVANT, HUNTERs like PIETÀS-HUNTER, and mindless drones. Each had been programmed to understand the human species, singular sex with variations, was the inferior species on the Yartan home world in mind, intellect, body, and soul. The human species existed to serve Yartans.

The SERVANTs, HUNTERs, and drones lined up in long rows for review by Zaro. He walked up and down them with approval. At the front of the HUNTER line, he stopped and admired Pietàs, whose empty eyed expression hid an intensity ready to spring into action to defend Master.

Zaro gave JOSIE-SERVANT’s leash a playful tug, and he led her to greet his friends Xenio and Xora. They embraced in the manner that old friends and colleagues did. Zaro was delighted to find them accompanied by their SERVANT, this one was named ELLI-SERVANT and was a platinum-blond beauty. He recalled the name from their research and was delighted they decided to keep her for their own use.

Xora, who was not holding ELLI-SERVANT’S leash spoke up. “This was a great plan by you to brainwash The Wellington’s crew. Their captain,” he waved a webbed hand, a bit darker than his lighter green skinned friend, “did not even know he was already brainwashed?”

Xenio motioned for ELLI-SERVANT to stand next to JOSIE-SERVANT before speaking. “He was swept up on one of the pleasure planets run by the council. Zaro’s indoctrination program was installed in him and then on The Wellington before the crew was reprogrammed. You could repeat this on any number of their ships. Our sleeper agents report that their leadership are often the horniest and most moldable members of the crew.”

Zaro grinned and nodded. Despite being the elder colleague, he never got bored with hearing their praise for his work. “The council can always use more slaves of various ilks as well. Have their destinations been announced yet?”

Xenio nodded. “Yes,” he began slowly, checking something on his arm device, “the SERVANTs, besides the ones you claimed for yourself, will be sent to a pleasure planet to cycle out a batch that will be up for auction. Humans fascinate many other species in their galaxy. Owning one has become quite the fad among the wealthy on a few planets.”

Xora spoke next, “speaking of, Zaro, my friend, I can understand your desire to claim that one,” he pointed at JOSIE-SERVANT, “but why the male captain? He has one fewer holes! That’s no fun.”

Zaro shrugged. “The males, especially after conditioned to not see their genders anymore and just view themselves as ‘human,’ are often lost in the shuffle or sold off as mindless work slaves.”

He motioned to the drone line, which was primarily male, “I thought he could have a place in my lab for experiments. At some point, I will get bored, surely. But the other one, I have big plans for her.” JOSIE-SERVANT blankly stared straight ahead, pouty mouth slightly ajar.

The elder scientist continued, “like you said, the drones will be used for manual labor. The HUNTERs are staying here, right?” Xora nodded.

“Great,” Zaro said dismissively. He pulled a device out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. PIETAS-HUNTER led the HUNTERs down the street and into a building, their lives on The Wellington erased as new programming downloaded into them to add the HUNTERs to Yarten’s brainwashed security forces.

The same happened a moment later to the drones, including the male ensign that JOSIE-SERVANT had commanded to be sucked off by PIETAS-HUNTER, who marched away from them to never be seen or heard again, living long lives of mindless labor.

Zaro nodded his approval at their obedience. “Have you reviewed the readings I sent you about this one,” he waved a hand at JOSIE-SERVANT, “I hope you could offer me another opinion about my hypothesis.” JOSIE-SERVANT remained staring straight ahead, eyes blank, mouth forming a pouty O, while at attention.

Xenio left with ELLI-SERVANT after hugging Zaro, being needed for a meeting with a subordinate.

Xora watched her firm backside sway away with his friend for a moment. “Yes, we reviewed what you sent us. What you are proposing here is pretty radical, but the Council For Science approved it, so I don’t see why you cannot try what you want to do. Your hypothesis that her late arrival is why she is only getting a 90% readout makes sense to me. Typically, anomalies like this are just wiped and turned into HUNTERs to be sent to the frontlines. Cannon fodder.”

He put a webbed hand on his mentor’s arm. “If this works, it could radically alter what we do with humans. If what you desire to do is possible, we would need many more of them. However, you will have to train her and create new algorithms and then a plan of action for how each human female would be trained for what you theorize here.”

“Either way,” Xora continued, “you will have my full support and assistance.” He pointed at the former Captain Lear. “Still don’t understand why you would want a human male as a SERVANT. I find them so boring. They have one fewer holes! No breasts!”

Zaro blushed a deep shade of green for a moment before running his hand over the male SERVANTs hyper-muscular arms. “I like keeping them around. Never know when one could be useful in my work.” He turned to his male slave. “I can see why the female humans find them compelling. I do agree with you that I prefer the three holes of the female.”

* * *

Some weeks later, Josie came online for the day inside her programming tube as its door opened with a swoosh. She took a few steps and then paused as her visual neuron-implant updated: Normal temperature; health vitals were stable, besides one reading she frowned at, there was an overnight update to her programming, which is the simplified slave did not desire to know about. Why would an inferior human worry about the wonderful work Master did to upgrade her?

She woke up one hour before Master did most mornings. While, occasionally, he honored her with his phallus in the evening, most nights he slept alone. Her slave cunt longed for his phallus. After all, one of a human’s first and foremost duties was the pleasure of Yartans.

Naked, she padded into the bathing area that Master kept for slaves and visitors. She performed morning prayers and then her ablutions after a brief shower. Her lightly green tinted skin and hair in a shade of blonde difficult to describe with the inferior human eye looked incredible in the latex maid uniform, white stockings, and mandatory seven-inch platform heels she dressed in for the day. This was Master’s favorite look for her and, unless exercising, she was required to wear it at all times.

Exercise had been built into Josie’s day. She was now quite muscular and took great pride, as per Master’s command, in how objectified the former commander turned bimbo lovedoll was and always would be. She was the ideal SERVANT: Busty, muscular, feminine, a mouth made for a phallus, with a pliable and gullible small human brain. Inferior was written in her every expression and mannerism.

Josie stood at casual attention outside of Master’s bedroom and waited in a light trance for the morning alarm to sound. When it did, Master woke up, stretched out, and look up at his lovely slave with a slight smile. “Good morning, my human pet,” he said through a yawn. Master was a beautiful Yartan: So muscular from daily exercise and his athletic career at what Yartans would refer to as a university. His even moderately hard phallus was all she could stare it as her pulse accelerated with desire for it in one of her inferior holes. Last time it was her cunt, perhaps this time her mouth could be honored?

Josie remained at casual attention while Master performed his own prayers. His words were scrambled by her neuro-implant: The Yartan Gods, in mainstream discourse, did not accept humans as anything but mindless inferiors created to obey Yartans. There had been a liberal push for reform to the dogmas, which Zaro supported, but nothing was official.

He then performed his own morning ablutions and dressed in a loose fitting tunic and pants. Even half hard, as the Tartan phallus generally was, it looked so inviting to Josie as Master collared and leashed her for the day. The slave’s pulse went down further on her visual display as a tranquil calm at being collared relived the stress of being without it for the first hour of the day.

“We have a big day ahead of us today, pet,” Zaro began with a grin and a gentle tug on the leash of his property, “You are going to join me in my lab today for a visit.”

Josie gasped. “Master, what an honor for Josie to be allowed at your job!” He was so muscular and handsome. She was now quite muscular herself.

“You have been such a good human, pet, that I believe it will be a nice treat for you. I also have a special project you will be involved with as well,” Zaro said as he led her into the meal area of his home. Near the kitchen they stopped, and she took a nutrient tablet, all humans required for nourishment, and then stood as casual attention next to Master’s meal area table.

Master’s morning meal came a moment later. SERVANT, the former Captain Lear, walked in with his meal. The nameless SERVANT wore a blank expression alongside very brief underwear that barely hid his rock-hard phallus. A green tint had come over his now muscular body.

“Master,” SERVANT began in a monotone, soulless, voice, “the morning meal is served. How will SERVANT be of further service?”

SERVANT stood quietly, waiting for instruction, while Master ate his meal. He offered a bit off it to Josie, who ate the chunk off his finger and gently sucked on it like a phallus. They often played this seductive game for his amusement, and it left her in a desperate state of arousal. Her entire focus would be on pleasing Master to earn the honor of pleasuring him, as her mouth was deemed purposeful to do by the Gods.

When Master was done eating, Zaro looked over at SERVANT. “Human, today you will be completing normally assigned chores to Josie alongside your own. You will work double to complete each on time. Josie will be with me for the day. Obey now, you must be done by the time I return, or I will not punish you.”

SERVANT moved swiftly to obey. Its need to be disciplined was hardwired into the soft human brain as his human cock rose even higher. Zaro chuckled, which made Josie giggle in a way that would have disgusted her before arriving at The Wellington.

They walked out of his home, greeted a neighbor, who offered warm greetings back with delight at seeing Josie, and they entered a taxi to fly to his work. The taxi was flown by a droned human from a previous spaceship that had been infiltrated and brainwashed into mindless service to their Yartan superiors.

Josie stared out the window and marveled at how futuristic Yartan life was in comparison to the uncivilized human species, which could barely comprehend it. She gasped in fright as another taxi whisked by, and then calmed down when they slowed for an intersection.

Zaro kept a hand on hers. “Pet, can you recall ever being out of my home before?

Josie stared at him, her simple mind trying to recall. “Master, Josie cannot recall ever leaving your home.”

He squeezed her hand. “You have occasionally, but each time your memory was restricted from recalling it.” Master did not elaborate and she did not question this. What a good human she was!

When the taxi landed, Zaro paid for it with thanks to the drone. Josie found Master’s consideration for inferiors to be incredibly sexy. They walked for a bit out of the taxi landing zone and then transported to his lab.

Like most humans, Josie was terrified by the idea of beaming from one place to another, and let out a feminine gasp of fear as they rematerialized in Master’s lab.

Zaro grinned at her and held up the slave’s leash. “You were with me the whole time, I promise.” This one had traveled the stars, but was now reduced to fear and terror at space age Yartan technology. He kept to himself how much this turned him on.

Josie looked around with wonder at Master’s lab. There were so many computers and various lab equipment and chairs with helmets above them. A few tubes like the ones in Master’s home that she slept in most nights were lined up against one of the walls.

He gave her a quick tour of the lab and what he did. Josie found it all so fascinating, but he used so many big words, and she did not understand Yartan writing, so any words on screens just looked like scribbles to her. Most human language had been replaced with simple icons to express meaning, as seen on her visual-implant screen.

After the tour was done, the lab’s AI chimed in to announce, in a gentle, feminine, tone, that Zaro had a visitor. He checked his watch screen and saw Xenio and ELLI-SERVANT standing at the door. Xenio gave the camera a wave. Josie stood at casual attention, dropping into a light trance, upon seeing that a Yartan would be entering the room. Unless otherwise required to serve, she would wait for their command.

Xenio and ELLI-SERVANT entered his lab. He hugged Zaro and they exchanged warm greetings. ELLI-SERVANT, just like Josie, stood at casual attention in a light trance while the Yartans spoke to each other. A human, unless required to serve, was not needed to hear their conversation.

The Yartans conversed for a few minutes. Zaro shared a few new ideas he had recently. Xenio shared some of his own experiments with ELLI-SERVANT and news that their visit to another lab had been approved for Josie today.

The men woke up their slaves, who both blinked back to life and smiled at the wonderful Yartans they existed to serve. Zaro pointed at ELLI-SERVANT, “my dear pet, this is Xenio’s slave Elli. You met her once before, but were deeply entranced, so you won’t remember it. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

Josie stared at the beautiful platinum blonde. Her breasts were even bigger than her own! “Sister, it is an honor to be introduced. We will be of service to Master.” She said “Master” as a general state acknowledging their inferiority to both Zaro and Xenio.

Elli smiled her passive bimbo smile, perfected even before being kidnapped from Earth, “sister it is an honor to be introduced. We will be of service to Master.” She, as well, said “Master” in the same generalized way that Josie had stated it. It always thrilled Elli to meet another human, especially if Master allowed her to remember having done so.

The men discussed Elli’s progress, which put the two slaves back into trance. After Elli had been kidnapped and turned into a mindless sex slave by the hypnotic gas that Xenio and Xora had unleashed on her, he had brainwashed her into compliance to be at his side. He loved human blondes with enormous busts, and the light green tint of her skin now was the perfect topping. She was perfect and, if Zaro’s experiment with JOSIE-SERVANT worked, would be his mate.

After conferring with Xenio, Zaro waved goodbye to him and Elli so they could get back to his lab for work. He then turned to Josie and smiled proudly. “Wake up, pet.”

Josie blinked back to life. “Master, how will Josie be of service?” She looked around and noticed that Master Xenio and Elli were gone!

He took her leash in her hand, which brought a docile smile over her face. “Xenio had to leave for his own work. Elli is here with him today for a project, just as you are.” He tugged it playfully. “We have to take a trip to another part of this campus. Walk behind me, eyes lowered, the whole time. I will have your leash in my hand the whole time. You will be safe, but I need you to be brave, pet.”

Josie’s eyes lit up. “Master, Josie will be brave!”

Zaro locked up his lab and they entered the hallway. Since it was early in the day, most Yartans would be in their labs doing work. He did not want to overload her with numerous new people, but was amused as Josie’s head looked around at screens, windows, and then at the ceiling trying to find where the voice from an announcement came. This human had been brilliant and was now reduced to a gullible bimbo sex doll.

They entered a tram-way and glided along on it for a minute to connect to another building. Zaro held on to her leash tightly, but then turned to her. “Is this overwhelming for you, pet?”

Josie nodded quickly. “Master, Josie met so many new people today!” She had met a grand total of two so far. “It….is a bit overwhelming. Josie must be on her best behavior. She wants to make the best impression possible!” How much she loved Master. Her cunt ached for his phallus, but she remained strong and tried not to show how horny she was at the moment.

They exited the tram-way on the other side and began walking again. He took her hand in his own, which made her squeeze it back for her dear life. “Did you like Elli, pet?” He asked her as they walked towards their destination.

Josie brightened. “Master, Josie loves Elli. She is Josie’s sister in service to Master and all Yartans.” A vision of the sister slaves being fucked by Master filled her simple, horny, mind.

“Good,” Zaro said quietly as they reached their destination, “you will be seeing her soon. However, pet, there are a few other humans I want you to meet now.”

They reached the medical center. A human male drone stood at the door, muscular and empty-eyed, and approved them entering. His rock-hard cock looked enticing to Josie.

Inside the medical center, Zaro walked her to a meeting room where a doctor friend entered. As they embraced, Josie stood at casual attention, eyes empty, and mouth forming a pouty half-open O, and waited for command while the men caught up.

Zaro gently tugged her leash and Josie came back to life. She smiled her docile smile at him. The handsome doctor was a darker shade of green than Master, but a beautiful Yartan nevertheless. She stopped herself from imagining being on all fours, fucked from both ends by the men.

“So,” Zaro began, “as part of what we were discussing this morning, I wanted to bring you to work to visit my friend here and a few of his human pets. They live here at the medical center and help in the war effort against the terrorist aliens our brave soldiers fight.”

Two humans came into the room. Both were collared and leashed like Josie, but wore loose fitting dresses that could not hide their wide hips and enormous, natural, breasts. A slight green tint kissed their skin like her own. The dark-haired human was pregnant, and the other held her hand for dear life. Both humans looked to the doctor for instruction.

Zaro got their attention and pointed a webbed hand at Josie. “Pets, this is my property JOSIE-SERVANT. Has Master briefed you on why we are here?” He referred to the doctor as “Master.” No need for a your before it when speaking to humans.

After all, they are hisslaves, not the other way around.

The pregnant human, whose collar read MARISKA, stepped forward. “Master,” she began, as all Yartan males would be addressed, “Master has briefed us, and we are thrilled to call JOSIE-SERVANT a slave sister. How will we be of service?”

The other lightly green-tinted human leaned into her beloved and then spoke. “Master, please inform us how we will be of service? Your experiment is so exciting!” Her collar read ANDREA.

Zaro grinned with approval. “Good pets.” He turned to Josie. “These humans have been specially selected to be bred for our military program. A Yartan, my friend over here, impregnates them, and then they cycle through a pregnancy. The other supports them as their personal handmaid. So as MARISKA is pregnant right now, ANDREA cares for her.”

He looked over at the doctor, who anticipated his question and answered. “Right. MARISKA is due to give birth in a few days. Once she recovers, ANDREA will be impregnated and the cycle will reverse. They birth clone soldiers, who are then rapidly grown in another lab across campus and sent to the front line of the war.”

Josie stared at him. He was so handsome! MARISKA was beautiful beyond comprehension. Perhaps the two of them could service his phallus while ANDREA is taken by Mast—

The doctor stepped forward to speak, interrupting her horny thoughts. “JOSIE-SERVANT, do you notice anything different about their collars?”

Josie stared at them. Her neuro-chip display focused on each and put a visual of them in small windows. Different! What was different? The simple-minded human did not understand at first, but then it dawned on her that there was no dash!

“Master,” she began, “their collars don’t have a dash like the one JOSIE-SERVANT proudly wears.”

Zaro chuckled. Close enough. “Good pet.” He ran a strong hand over her arm. “I know you do not understand Yartan language, but the dash has a designation after it.” He motioned for her to stare at a mirror. “Your collar says -SERVANT to signify your status. Andrea and Mariska were trained…differently than you were, so they have no specialized status. They can also read and write, as needed, to be of service.”

The door behind them swooshed open and a human drone entered the room. “Master,” the former JANA, reprogrammed into a medical assistant, stated in a gentle voice, “your pets are scheduled for their appointment.”

MARISKA, and then ANDREA, hugged JOSIE-SERVANT. “Sister, we are available to assist and be of service whenever Master,” they both looked at Zaro, “requires it. Please be in touch!” Andrea hugged her again.

Zaro and Josie left and returned to his lab for the rest of the day. She marveled at his work, lost in his explanation of what he does. Such big, complicated, ideas and words! He chuckled at her fascination and saw why he was becoming so fond of her.

They returned to his home in the late afternoon and SERVANT served the evening meal. Josie wanted to assist, but Master demanded she remain seated during the meal and eat with him. This made her nervous: SERVANT’s replication skills were not as precise as Josie’s own. The phallic SERVANT did not always choose the best ingredients and it was clear to her that sometimes Master disciplined SERVANT over it. Master often said, “good human” and “thank you, pet,” regarding the busty, feminine, human’s cooking replication skill.

Afterward, Zaro took Josie into the general area and sat her down on a couch with him. He took her hand by the wrist and squeezed as a sign of Yartan affection. She purred at Master’s touch. Her mind fogged with desire for his phallus, but he brought the SERVANT back to reality.

“So, we need to discuss this special project I want you involved with,” he began with a tired sigh. It had been a stressful day for sure, but thankfully Josie had done well. “I needed to take you to my lab because you will be going there more often in the future.”

Josie’s eyes brightened in surprise. “Master, Josie’s memories won’t be wiped again?”

Zaro chuckled. “No, no, not this time, pet. You will remember, likely, moving forward for this project to work. Here is what we will do: I have decided to begin training you to be seen in public with me.” He put a hand up at her delighted shock, which silenced the SERVANT. “I will train you in basic manners, behavior, and how to interact with Yartans. You will be trained in proper public dress. As amusing as it would be, you cannot wear a maid uniform in public, but a dress like what you are wearing today is fine.”

Josie began crying. “Master, Josie will work to conform to your desires and needs! She, like every human, exists to obey Yartans!”

Zaro put a hand on her face. “But especially me, isn’t that right, pet?”

She brushed her face against his webbed hand. “JOSIE-SERVANT loves you more than life itself, Master.”

Zaro stroked her face. “I have to admit, pet, I have become fond of you. When I first met…” he paused, considering how to tell a noble lie about how they had met on The Wellington when he reprogrammed her into his thrall.

“…you, you were a beautiful SERVANT, surely, but I have had those before. They come and go. But you…something is different about you.” He again paused, considering her anomalous readings on The Wellington that convinced him she could be trained to be more than a simple SERVANT.

Josie blushed deeply. “Master, if something is wrong with Josie, please wipe her identify and reformat to your—”

Zaro put a hand up. “That’s not really what I mean. I mean that I believe you can be trained in a duplicatable manner. If your training is successful, other humans can be programmed with it and then socialized as I desire for you to be. You would be the template. They would be copies of your programming.”

Josie was deeply moved by his statement. She was a simple human, existing to obey her Yartan superiors, deeply needing a phallus inside her, and yet Master thought she could be so much more! Incredible. The blonde, light-green skinned, human began crying tears of joy.

Master brushed them away before leaning in to kiss her. They kissed harder, and then he picked the SERVANT up in his muscular arms to carry her to the bedroom, where she was tossed onto the bed.

Zaro barked at her to strip, and she pulled off the dress and flipped off the heels to look up at him with naked desire. His rock-hard phallus looked so inviting as her eyes fluttered at him. She began breathing heavily and then screamed out as he pinned her down on the bed and began fucking her.

Commander Josie Filipovic would have found what happened next to be sexual assault, a man taking advantage of her and turning the enlightened woman into a sex object, but JOSIE-SERVANT found Master’s phallus pumping into her cunt as he pinned her down to be an affirmation of her duty as a human to be used as Master required and of her status as an uneducated, illiterate, lovedoll.

Master shot wads of dark cum into her hole, which she delighted in receiving from him. He took her from behind next, which was something that Commander Filipovic found disgusting, but JOSIE-SERVANT believed to be a duty and honor to receive from a Yartan.

Zaro held her afterward for a few moments, stroking the SERVANT’s hair. She quickly washed and then lay down in her programming tube for the evening. Eyes blank, her mind was instructed with new programming to further please Master as a cord injected into her neuro-chip, which slid out from under the green tinted skin on her shoulder.

The next morning, JOSIE-SERVANT woke up and stood up from the programming tube she had laid in all night. All readings were nominal, but a message was left for her by Master. “Pet, join me in the bedroom. You have earned a reward.”

Josie’s eyes widened with joy. Quickly, she slid on a pair of clear platform heels, not bothering with dressing, and padded across Master’s quarters to the bedroom, where she found him naked, in all his muscular beauty, with a hand on his phallus.

Zaro motioned to her, and she knelt on the floor, crawling over to him and immediately sliding as much as his large phallus into her pouty mouth as she could and swiftly sucked on him with brainwashed precision. Her head bobbed up and down over and over until he shot wads of dark cum into the slave, which she eagerly drank down.

Immediately, Josie stroked him, her long nails gliding across his phallus, and moved to suck him again, craving his huge phallus in her mouth once more, but he put a hand on her silly head, and she froze in place.

Zaro motioned for her to look up at him. He was so handsome; really, the ideal Yartan. “Plenty of time for that later if you are well-behaved. You are superb at phallus sucking, I do have to say. I know humans take such pride in their bodies offering pleasure to Yartans, but you really do go above and beyond for me. I know it’s your duty, purpose, all that, but I do appreciate it.” He leaned down and stroked her hair, which she leaned into with feminine docility.

“What we are going to do,” Zaro continued, “is teach you a few words of the Yartan language. Josie gasped in shock, but he put a hand up. “Just a few. If you are going to socialize, it will be important. You speak here with me in the human language, but it’s so…crude…”

He put another hand up as she went to apologize for the inferiority of humans. “No need for that, pet. Just look at what I write on the tablet.”

Zaro began writing out a word. The muscular Yartan scoffed at the human disgust towards penmanship. Of those observed by his species, it was shocking! “This is your name in Yartan. Josie. Jo…sie…no SERVANT…you will not be SERVANT class anymore…so just,” he showed it to her again, “Jo…sie…now you try it.”

Josie traced the lines on the tablet a few times and then tried to replicate it a few times. She moaned in frustration as the first one did not go well, but Zaro’s exclaimed “good pet!” with great pride at her next attempt, which crudely replicated his own writing. He commanded her to practice it a number of times and then announced she would continue each day moving forward until satisfactory progress had been made.

He motioned for her to rise and then tapped a few buttons on the device in his hand. Josie looked in a mirror across the room and found the digital inscription on her collar, previously reading JOSIE-SERVANT in crude human language, now read JOSIE in Yartan! She clapped her long-nailed hands together, proud that the word, her own name even, was now legible.

“Master,” Josie said with pride, “Josie knows that word!” Her cheerful giggle brought such pride that Master let her learn a word.

Zaro nodded with approval. “There are more words to learn. But you are off to a good start. Humans who will be seen with Yartans, such as your new friends Mariska and Andrea, need to know the basics of Yartan language to assimilate into public situations, whether personal or cultural. They spoke human language today, knowing you would be there.”

He looked thoughtful. “I would love to get to a point where you could leave on errands without supervision.” Josie’s eyes widened in wonder. “It’s still a bit controversial. We have much to prove beforehand.”

Zaro tapped another button, and the life left Josie’s eyes. “I am going to leave you in a trance for the next week to train you in a more proficient and accurate manner. Your inferior human brain will soak it all up, of course, like the good pet that you are.”

Over the next week, Zaro continued to train Josie. He taught her a few words each day and how to dress in latex and rubber dresses for public view. Her cleavage would be on full display at all times, and he reinforced her need for objectification as a religious fervor.

Later in the week, he borrowed JANA-SERVANT to practice public behavior with Josie. She would not speak in public unless spoken to; would keep her mouth in an open, cock ready, smiling pout; her eyes would be lowered when in the presence of other Yartans. The slave would follow Master one step behind at all times. JANA-SERVANT was a great help, and he rewarded her with quite the fucking from behind. The ladies put on quite the show for him afterward before becoming lost in their own sapphic displays of love for each other.

* * *

A month later, after much training, Zaro and Josie went on a double date with Xenio and ELLI-SERVANT, in a controlled setting with drones, including JANA-SERVANT again, as waiting staff. The dinner went well and Josie performed spectacularly. Josie looked absolutely ravishing in a rather brief dress and sky-high heels. The desire to be shown off by Master overwhelmed her at times, but she remained strong.

At the end of the night, while the slaves sucked off their Masters, and then switched to the other to do it again, Zaro and Xenio discussed beginning to have ELLI-SERVANT go through training to become Elli. Xenio would support his friend’s work completely and, in his research approval letter, ask permission to begin the same process with his own slave.

Josie and ELLI-SERVANT, soon to be just Elli, put on a performance for their superiors as well before retiring for the evening. At home, Josie, synching with the home system, received a message from Andrea and Mariska announcing their great pleasure at having a new breeding cohort partner.

This news stopped Josie in her tracks. Zaro grinned and explained the situation: Andrea and Mariska, after her next breeding cycle, will have their cycles paused to become Josie’s maidens during her own pregnancy.

Josie began sobbing tears of joy, but there was more: Zaro further explained that they would be married at the end of the week, with Elli as her SERVANT of Honor.

As she continued to cry, a new obedience mode came up on her visual: Motherhood! It loaded, and her tears ended as a craving beyond description for being bred by Master filled her body.

Josie threw herself into Master’s arms, who carried his property into the bedroom to fuck her senseless. They continued all night long until she passed out from orgasmic exhaustion. He used his future wife and would impregnate her within a few days.

A few weeks later, given the shorter cycle of pregnancy on this planet, Josie was swollen with pregnancy and no thoughts entered her simple human brain besides Master’s current command or whatever was required to keep the life growing inside of her healthy. She would happily die to protect it, but Mariska and Andrea kept her, and the fetus, in good condition.

All of their lives in space now brainwashed out of them, the women devoted themselves to being bred by Zaro and supporting Josie while pregnant. She became a fine example of what could happen if humans, such an inferior species on this, their home, planet, were married to their superiors and the law legalizing it was named for her.

The End