by Marcus Sloss
“Uh, Eric… I need to deal with this mess you dropped into my lap. I’ve got a hundred plus fairies screaming at twelve lady fairies, not eleven,” Everly said, and closed the connection.
For a briefest moment, I caught a glimpse of the ensuing chaos. The twelve female fairies were from a breeding program gone wrong. They had not been cheap, costing three times what I had paid for Onix. I hoped they would stay, but in the end, I was prepared to give them that option.
I strolled down the line, waiting for the inevitable update from Everly. I’d almost made it to the Earth Human’s slot when my Gpad rang.
“Well, that was fun. The recently captured fairies are all touring our facilities in AH2. They have no home to return to, nor the means to survive another season in the open. The proper ladies, the ones from the S group? They ran out the portal and hid behind soldiers who immediately grew defensive over the fleeing babes. So … they fit right in. Good call too, it let the first group calm the fuck down, seeing multiple species working together.”
“Eh, my plan was to do something nice.” I shrugged. “That reminds me, I need to check in on the New Zealanders and cancel their contracts. Everly, ensure the command channel knows to be stern with the faeries. It sounds like that species will walk all-over weak-willed individuals. It says they thrive on being dominated,” I said and she quickly closed the connection to hop out the portal and relay my message.
I arrived at five foot nine species, and noted the two earlier variations, but no Earth humans. I kicked the deck of the orbital and even glanced beyond this row at the row behind and in front of me. No postings were listed there, either, but there were hundreds of these spots in this orbital.
I swore. This was not going to happen again. There would be a watch in this market at all times, with overlapping coverage to ensure we didn’t miss a thing. I walked on to the taller species, knowing what a Sluggero looked like.
In the five minute walk it took to increase the species’ average height three inches, I noticed something intriguing. Where tiny beings from half a foot to five and half feet tall covered a majority of the subspecies, this range approaching six feet in height was filled with fighting species. I rationalized that maybe reach mattered. Mass certainly did. Divine-Apes were a prime example of bigger means harder to kill.
When I reached the Sluggero interface, I went directly to the auction page. Wow. These were a highly controlled species. I went back to the information page. Breeding options. One offspring, on average, every ten point six years. Conversions were such a kick in the nuts.
I went over the options again. There was a single mated pair for the price of an aircraft carrier. What the holy hell? I panic searched for a wounded one, or a youngling, anything at a discount. It looked like there would be no Sluggero contracted this market. Oh well, I’d saved a bundle and this meant we could get more Crixxi, Mounamine, Pandarin, and even Fairies. Honestly, I thought back to the chaotic scene in the storage bay, we might not need any more fairies.
I left the market passing by the Earth human slot again to see that it still sat empty. I sighed. I hoped the rest of humanity was doing okay.
INTERMISSION 1
Hours before the Second Golden Portal
Jarod grimaced at the audacity of this human. He dug his boot into the man’s neck. His eyes blazed with anger. Jarod shifted his stance to snap out a swift kick to the man’s gut.
“Last chance, you insignificant worm. Accept Jane’s contract or die,” Jarod said, applying the tip of his laser rifle to the side of the man’s cranium.
“Darling, we went over this. I am Coral, I can change my name to Jane if that is what you want?” Coral said timidly.
“I have told you a dozen times, you are Jane. My everything. Now I am working honey. Please don’t interrupt me again,” Jarod said. He was not very good at pretending to be patient.
The man at his feet wore a police uniform and was almost six feet tall with a decent build. Blue hair, blue eyes, and a tight jawline. This Officer Mason was a right pain even when he was cuffed at the hands and feet. Tried to tell Jarod he couldn’t dock his ship. This was the result. Another conquest in a long line of captures. Jarod knew backup was on the way, Mason had said so himself.
“Do you breathe underwater Officer Mason? Don’t answer that, it’s me being an asshole,” Jarod said with a back-arching belling laugh. “Here comes your rescue. But oh wait. Time to flee with our prisoner. I guess that shit head Bubbles can warp his mind and then we will sell him. Load him up, ladies.”
“Wait! I don’t want to lose my mind,” Mason said, attempting to stall.
Jarod and the sirens ignored Mason’s pleading. He was carried onto The Pearly Dream while kicking, twisting, and screaming. Jarod’s lovely helpers were eager to please their master. The whirling red and blue of police sirens was accompanied by the blaring sound of the patrol cars. Mason was ducked into the cabin where Jarod heard a gage being stuffed into the man’s mouth. Jarod frowned, his victims cries of defeat were sentiment to his victory.
The Pearly Dream sailed out into the open blue after lifting out of the water. The patrol car would only see a fading flying boat by the time they arrived at the spot where Mason had been abducted.
“Master, good work. This one will not fetch much at the market but he will be a great warrior for your growing army,” Jane said. She sucked on her master’s earlobe, knowing it pleased him greatly. “We should be having the next golden gate any hour now. What are you going to do with all your conquests?”
Jarod’s grin converted into a manic laugh when he thought over how the last blue portal time had been.
They had flown above the water until Hawaii. Jarod remembered two key things at Hawaii. He realized he found Jane on his ship. At first, he had been confused. Then Jane told him he was given a gift by the gods. A righteous gift for a devout follower. Something he clearly had no way of refuting when the proof was before him.
The other gift Hawaii delivered was a single large empty yacht, the kind that reached a hundred feet of length with its own helipad. Whatever aliens had eaten the humans did so inside the ships. The scene was grizzly and another example of why hiding on the oceans was a bad idea. They lashed the yacht firmly together with anchor lines. Jane and Bubbles assured him that the generators could handle the load. Sure enough, he recalled the tension snapping tight once and then being fine. The two ships entwined into one as they continued east. Since he had no use for going to Colorado anymore he would set up a military base in San Francisco. He knew there would be ripe raiding targets in the area. There was no greater place of wealth disparity than San Francisco and Aspen. This location for his new kingdom made perfect sense to him.
Jarrod and his crew arrived in the Bay Area with five or so days left before the transition happened from blue to golden. He was excited for upgrades and to move his Empire onto land. During the last five days, he set up an ocean base not far from an Xgate. He fought a few jellyfish creatures who realized Jarod and his sirens were turning their foes into food. The battle had been weak and pathetic. His armor, weapons, and abilities were superior in every way.
While Jarod was confident, he avoided a portal hop to raid other planets. He turned to pillaging the Bay Area to avoid unnecessarily angering something he could lose to. Jarod was certain humanity was ripe for the raiding and most of his landings had been on the beach. Jarod was not sure if aliens didn’t realize the nicest homes were the best to hit, but they were always left alone. There were signs of fighting all along the coast, but none around the cliff facing mansions with gorgeous views; or those with large gated fences facing the water when the sand transitioned.
Jarod had been ruthless. He knew what he needed. Rare elements. Not steel, not gold. Stuff in electronics. Jane had further emphasized female slaves. They sold for far more than males. He had already converted Merideth into a most wonderful play toy. She was a keeper destined to be a forever servant to please Jarod’s whims.
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en Jarod and his pirate crew raided over those five days he found numerous instances where rich entitled families were clinging to a past world. They had dogs, security cameras, and some even had guards. They lived in their mansions with overstocked supplies, infinite solar power, and extra water filtration. Their comfort was always their downfall.
A lulled dog or guard would be removed from the equation by a sweet song of sleep. An alarm would trigger and nine out of ten times the family would surrender to his wishes. Jarod had been shot at a few times, his alien shield easily deflecting the damage. Victory was always swift, the looting never halted. The large yacht he flew to the west coast had become his makeshift prison that was flooded with the souls of the fortunate. They were all going to serve the will of the gods.
His collection point of those getting salvation from his raids had blossomed. The trip to the docks was a seventh voyage there. The first six trips had been to heist additional boats to grow his floating city. When the Pearly Dream flew back to his little armada Jarod smiled at the sight.
Thirty ships created a floating island of sorts. Two of his sirens guarded his hundred plus prisoners. A constant song rang from their lips as they placated the mass of people. Their sweet melody converting the humans into willing servants.
A mile north was the Xgate that drifted over these waters. Two miles northeast was his prime target.
A prime target that Jarod was waiting to hit when they dropped their guard. A cruise ship had learned that the golden portal was a trading beacon. The Sleipnir of Norse Cruise lines Incorporated was a cruise ship built for thousands.
They had been broadcasting for survivors to bring their electronics to trade for food ever since Jarod and his crew had arrived. Of course, every ship that had sailed for the Sleipnir had been intercepted and added to Jarod’s pile. Humanity lacked the weapons to crack the shielding of Jarod and his team.
Now he was waiting. Snagging Mason off the docks was more of a symbol, than a need. After this golden purchase, he was coming for San Francisco.
∞∞∞
Meredith was slurping on Rossco’s cock while Jarod watched. Meredith had converted into a perfect little sex toy. She went from an out of shape mom with stretch marks, cellulite, and flabby thighs to a pert twenty-year-old. Meredith was now blemish-free, vibrant in her youth and the woman was always eager to please. She had stuck to calling everyone Henry at first. Her desperate attempts to cling to a past sanity failed her.
Eventually, she was trained to call him by the right name. Meredith shifted her hips to tease Jarod. A finger glided over her slit, twirling over her pearl. Her vagina lips were open begging for Jarod to enter.
As he watched from the head of the bed, Jane was playing with her pussy while stroking Jarod’s cock. She liked the show as much as he did.
He enjoyed the tease. Meredith was a pleasure tool. Nothing more, nothing less. Even though he converted her into a willing succubus of sorts he had no regrets. He even filled her belly with his seed. All his servants were carrying his children now. Except for Rossco of course. His loyalty was rewarded well. Jarod normally forced his release into the slaves waiting for the trade or conversion into servitude. Often it was him, Jane, and his conquest he filled. Every once in a while he allowed the wolfman into his chambers.
Rossco was panting as Meredith gripped tightly, increasing the tempo of her blowjob. That tiny pussy was begging for Jarod’s stiff cock to the point he couldn’t resist. Jane joined him by reaching around Jarod with her tits firm against his back. He slid behind Meredith and plunged in deeply. She moaned from the sensation. Her muffled pleasure drowned out by a large cock in her mouth. Jane pressed her hips to Jarod’s and they shoved in tandem.
Meredith enjoyed the double pleasure. Jarod felt her clenching almost instantly in an orgasm. Whenever he spit-roasted her like this she always dripped down his balls from cumming. On her third rotation of clenching with spasms, she climaxed Rossco. The wolfman let out a whimpering howl.
Meredith struggled to swallow the load. Her pussy clung so tight Jarod busted into his little sex toy. The only one in the room wanting more was Jane. She would get hers later. Jarod always gave her special treatment.
Unlike Bubble. That little bitch had been caught trying to lure him for the last time. She was told to grovel or have her tongue removed. When there was a knock at the door Jarod answered it.
The combined drip of sex splashed against the floor, landing not far from a kneeling Bubble.
“Master the gate has gone golden. The enemy is rowing boats to the portals as I humbly inform you of this news,” Bubble said, her eyes cast to the ground. “May I clean you, Master?”
“It would please me to have my slave clean my sex toy’s juicy remains. Yes. Lick me clean. Jane set a course to intercept these rowboats. Rossco, get into armor and man the turret. The rest of you, I know you can hear me. Get ready to fight,” Jarod said. Bubble was already lapping the sex off Jarod’s cock. “You’re King has spoken. We go to war.”
He backhanded Bubble when she was done. She was his biggest disappointment. The fact he had to remold her was not lost on him. He had a pleasant surprise in store for her.
“I have chosen in my heart to forgive you Bubbles. From this moment forward you will only kneel on one knee when addressing me. If you help me with the trading today, I will allow you to stand instead. Does this please you?” Jarod asked.
Bubbles rapidly bobbed her head up and down while helping Jarod equip his gear.
When he was armed, armored, and loaded he stepped out the top hatch. Rossco’s shield flickered as a bug impacted the deep blue shielding. A quick nod to each other and Jarod was ready.
A warrior king led from the front. The Gate-Gods demanded nothing less. Off on the horizon, the Xgate sat on the water with glimmer golden portals. The flicker of his shields activating prepared him for the coming battle. His aqua-suit was ready to go.
The Pearly Dream hovered over the five encased lifeboats operating with inboard engines. Jarod chuckled at the sight as they tried to dodge the incoming fire Rossco was spewing in front of their ships to slow them. A smirk crested Jarod’s curled lips as he watched the blue orbs rock the lead boat.
The enemy was in a panic, desperate to avoid the aggressive flying sailboat. Jarod knew the timing was right as he ran forward and leaped high into the air. His form flew over the side of his flying sailboat. Gravity greedily pulled his body while he yelled into his suit in joy.
The lapping waves of the ocean rushed to greet Jarod. His plunge sprayed water high into the air. The water jets fired, immediately twirling his dive into an ascent as he dolphined through the water. From below all Jarod could make out was the hull outline contrasting the evening sun’s glimmer. He pushed his jets harder as he closed the distance.
Jarod’s armor piercing darts crashed into the propeller of the starboard engine. The rotating fins spun down into the ocean’s depths, severed from the driveshaft. The port engine was next. Another rapid victim of superior technology. His aqua-suit streamlined through the water to the next awaiting lifeboat.
Did they hop into the water and fight? Of course not. Jarod was saddened by this. He knew deep down these cowards were fodder. Unfit for the gods. His bolts swooshed through the water. The vortexes spun off his rounds as they disabled the next boat’s propellers. The last three lifeboats were desperate in their turns, trying to return to their mothership.
“Ha! As if you could get away,” Jarod muttered into his helmet. He glided through the water with ease. His bolts found propellers with no defenses and within five minutes every ship was dead in the water ripe for pillaging.
Jarod surfaced, bored with the fact there was no fight yet. When his head breached the water a flare gun fired at him. The round pinged off his armor to crash into the ocean at an odd angle in the distance.
“Nice shot,” Jarod said through his microphone.
The Pearly Dream descended behind him. A head stuck out a window to fire at
Rossco, except the head vanished in a plume of blue. Red streaks of blood dribbled down the exterior of the window. A low scream from inside the ship forced Jarod to turn down his audio.
“What do you want?” A voice bellowed out of a cracked window from the first life raft.
“Blast down that door Rossco,” Jarod said, sailing his suit across the surface.
A big blue ball exploded the door in a cacophony of destruction. Jarod breached out of the water and into the lifeboat's gaping hole; his boots slammed into the deck of the lifeboat. The entire structure bobbed and swayed from his sudden entry. There were only two people on board. An old man with a grey beard and stern eyes was near a station. Huddled in the back with blood exiting her guts was a scared woman.
A pistol rested at her side, the weapon abandoned to staunch the flow of her vital liquid.
“Who is the Captain here?!” Jarod shouted out his speakers.
The man raised a hand, opened his mouth to speak and Jarod fired.
The man ingested a dart to the guts.
He stumbled. The shock evident, his blue eyes lost in confusion of the moment. He crashed to his knees.
“Shit, he had a heart attack. Jane, this one is not my fault. I was going to save him. Fuck. Fuck. I should kill her too. Yes, the gods want this.” Jarod raced forward and caved in her skull with a mighty stomp of his armored foot.
The brain matter and blood splattered the wall behind her. When the corpse slithered to the ground with a final flop, parts of her skull were glued in place. Jarod felt better, a wave of calm soothed him because of his offering. A quick inspection showed the lifeboat piled high with valuable electronics.
