Title: Once Human
Part: One
Author: Age of Thirsts
Universe: Harem
Summary: An all-but-extinct race of aliens abducts a human with the
intention of using him to help repopulate their race. Unfortunately,
they don't know what they were getting into.
Keywords: Mg, M, g, anal, rape, ped, size, SciFi, bond

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Leaves rustled with the whistling passage of wind deep in the isolated
forest. Garrett lay in a clearing, staring up at the thin clouds high
above and the bright moon beyond them. The large man breathed deep,
relaxing, and took in the smells of pine sap and some distant barbecue
that the wind carried.

Garrett might be of the opinion that he had escaped his life, at least for
one night. He was a man of twenty years who had recently come to
college after a life in a tiny, lazy town. The transition had been almost
impossible for him to handle. Going from endless person space and
copious free time, to never having a single moment alone or unoccupied.
Such abrupt change, he wasn't able to handle. After all, by his standards,
he hadn't had a so much as a moment of peace in the three
months since he came to the school.

So, this evening, he had decided to forget the studying and call in sick to
work. Instead, he drove out into the wilderness to find a nice place to lay
down and relax. He's parked his car at the edge of the woods and hiked
an hour out into the wilderness. He'd been here for a few hours now,
watching the sun go down and the moon come up, and he finally felt at
peace, thinking that he had broken free of the constraints his life had
placed around him.

However, the fact that he chose to run away on this particular evening,
was poor luck, as something in the sky that Garrett stared into, was
staring back down at him.

He felt a sudden, light impact on his broad chest. He might have craned
his head to look at what had fallen on him, but he lost consciousness
only a heartbeat later, as he perceived a swirling darkness
sweeping in on him.

It was with that abrupt plunge into darkness, that Garrett was led to a
path which, some could argue, would make him not be Garrett
anymore.

He came to in stages. First, he began to feel his body, which, for
some reason, he couldn't move. After a while, he began to feel the
things his body was touching, and he dully became aware that he was
laying on a metal surface, his arms and legs in restraints.

A few hours passed, during which his sensation of touch came into
sharper focus before another sense returned. He began to hear things
next, coming to him through the darkness around him. They were
metallic sounds, like chimes and bells, following strange patterns. Or,
rather, no pattern at all.

Next up, after he had listened to the sounds of metal for a while, and
wondered what they were, he began to be able to make out some fuzzy
shapes around him, his sense of sight returning.

Now, while his confusion had been mounting up until this point, he had
remained silent and still, thinking that maybe he had gotten drunk and
arrested, or something, and he was simply waiting for his senses to
return so he could get more information. However, as his sight
came into sharper focus, what he saw made him throw his calm out of
the window, in lieu of outright panic.

If he wasn't hallucinating, then all around the metal table that Garrett
was strapped to, were massive, reptilian creatures, each one about
eight feet tall. They were humanoid, with two arms and two legs, all of
which bore silver scales, but their torso's bore thick, brown-and-black
shells on both their back and chest. Their heads, jutting from those turtle
shells, struck the college student as being reminiscent of dragons, with
silver scales. Those deadly-looking jaws were strange as well, almost
looking jointed in the way they opened and closed. It was
immediately apparent as well that the chimes and bells were coming
from these monsters. A language?

Garrett's olfactory senses must have returned at some point, but he didn't
notice at the time due to the fact that his body wasn't using them and he
was panicking, straining against his restraints in futility as he tried to
fathom what was happening to him.

For a while he thought he was simply hallucinating, but an indeterminate
number of hours into his ordeal, after they inserted some kind needle into
his arm (an IV?) his certainty that this was all illusion had just about
completely collapsed.

For the next few days, Garrett simply lay there, being tended to by
machines and the large, hulking turtle-dragon-things. He had no
means to measure the passage of time, as the giants never switched
shifts, and must have been like camels, in that they didn't ever seem
to eat or drink either. After a while, he fearfully tried to communicate
with them. He was trying to speak English, however, so there was little
success, and he didn't think they even noticed his attempts.

While these days passed, Garrett had begun to wonder what was
going on at the college he had been so willing to 'escape'. Was anyone
looking for him? Would he ever see the place again? 

Eventually, however, another creature entered the room. This one
was the same as the hulking things that had tended to Garrett, but much
smaller, standing maybe five feet tall, if that. It bore a shell on it's chest
and back as well, but it's was clearly much more frail, and instead of
brown and black, was mottled brown and red. It's face was also like a
silvery dragon, in Garrett's opinion, but bore none of the sharp teeth of
the large ones, and had much softer edges.

However, the less threatening appearance of this new creature was
off-put by the tray of needles, scalpels, and syringes it carried.

Garrett might not have been the most intelligent creature in the
universe, but he understood what was about to come. As soon as he
spotted the tray, he began struggling against his bonds, screaming and
shouting, trying to threaten his attackers or escape, no matter how
futile his attempts.

But if the creature was intimidated by the human's fear-induced
thrashing, it didn't show it, and continued across the room to the
table. Thankfully, it wasn't planning on operating with the man awake,
and put him under before beginning it's work.

When Garrett woke again, however, he wasn't Garrett. His brain
chemistry had been altered, and now he didn't think in words, or even
coherent thoughts. He began foaming at the mouth as soon as his
motor functions returned, and thrashed sporadically against his
restraints. The red one seemed intent on him during this time, and
attempted to get Garrett's attention in several ways, only earning
attempted attacks from the human. Eventually the red one grew tired of
his experiments, and left.

Garrett lay there, brainless and savage for another few days, before
the red one returned, and knocked him unconscious again. This time,
when he awoke, he was Garrett again, and while he was thinking and
remembering, he couldn't stop laughing and the entire room
rocketed back and forth between out-of-focus and too-sharp-focus.
For some reason, everything was hilarious to him. He responded to the
red one's hand gestures this time, when he could see them, but he only
laughed, as he thought about the things they looked like. Once again,
the red one gave up after a while.

He spent most of the next few days unconscious, as he would harm
himself had he been allow to howl in amusement for that entire time.

The next time that the red one worked on him and he awoke, he felt
almost normal, but, for some reason, he didn't want to react to anything.
He could have been on fire, and he would even have bothered to stir.
The red one tried to gesture again, but Garrett didn't care, and just
stared at the ceiling, thinking about pineapples for some reason.

So, the red one left him laying there, thinking about pineapples, for a few
more days, before he tried again. This time, however, when Garrett
woke, he was calm like he had been before, but he was also alert and
aware. What's more, he had a pristine clarity in his mind. His head
almost hurt as he actually felt his neurons firing within his mind,
performing far beyond what any human brain had ever before
performed.

In only a few seconds, he understood everything. He had been
abducted by aliens. They needed him for something. The similarities in
their bodily structures to human bodily structures might have
something to do with it. But regardless, they didn't want to ask
Garrett to help and were trying to make him their slave. That's why
they were trying to alter his brain. Probably they were trying to make
him cooperative by reducing him down to a more primitive state, but
the red one was not meeting any success, so, he came to the
conclusion that reducing his brain function wasn't the key. Surely
Garrett was primitive enough already. Better to heighten him so he
could understand. The red one was a fool, then.

They wanted a slave. Well, they weren't getting one. Now that they
had given him heightened intelligence, he was going to use it.
Best to convince them that they had succeeded, and watch and wait,
until he had an opportunity to kill them.

That was strange. When had he decided that he was going to kill
them? They must have also made him more wrathful as they had
increased his intelligence. Well, no matter, it was his mind now. He
wouldn't relinquish his new brainpower, and if that meant an evil
bent, then he would just kill them, and take their ship for his own. First,
though, it was time for a little playacting.

He trained his eyes on the red one with a convincing display of
eagerness. Carefully, he watched the aliens hand gestures. The alien
pointed somewhere, so Garrett looked that way. The alien made
violent hand gestures, so Garrett recoiled in mock fear. The alien
patted Garrett on the arm, so Garrett put forward mock pleasure.

The red one was pleased with Garrett's reactions, and even tested
the results by removing the restraints and directing the human to sit up.
Garrett did so, and put on the act of obedient slave for as long as the red
one kept testing him. They guided him around the room, directed him
to strip naked, to dress again, to sit, close his eyes, to carry things
without dropping them, and to restrain himself back to the table

All these things he did without a second thought, not letting them
have a single doubt about his intentions, but, as carefully as he
could, he also tested them, by lagging in a response a second too
long, to see how they would react. Or perhaps moving too quickly to do
something, to see how fast the large ones could turn to follow him.

After a few hours, the red one was satisfied, and gave Garrett some
solid food, which tasted kind of like burnt tofu, but was a welcome
replacement for the IV they'd had him on for the past eternity.

He was left out of his restraints this time as the red one left the room,
and was free to wander among the large aliens, and continue his testing
of their capacities. He was careful to obey any and all hand gestures they
directed at him, and made sure not to be to bold in his tests, lest he
anger them. None the less, after about a day, he had theorized on
several different ways he could disarm the beasts. Most of them
required he be stronger than he was right now, however, so his
predicament did not seem to be improving that much. Not yet, at
least.

Over the next few weeks, they took up a schedule of trying to train him.
It was easy for him to learn, now, but he put up acts of being stupid, so
that he could worm information out of them.

First, they taught him the rudiments of their language, intending to only
get him to where he could understand a few basic instructions,
but, after only two weeks, he could keep up with all of the conversations
he could hear. He kept this a secret, naturally.

During this time, eavesdropping on conversations, he learned some
history of the race, piecing it together from old war stories that the
brutes continually traded.

They were called the Bulo, and they had once been a fairly prestigious
race, but some other alien race, the Sti, had come, and, for some reason,
nuked their entire planet. Garrett was sure the Bulo had done something to
anger these other aliens, but whatever started the war, they never
talked mentioned.

So, the Sti came and rained nuclear fire down into the atmosphere of the
Bulo's world. There were only around fifty Bulo ships to escape the
calamity, meaning that the Bulo were effectively neutralized in any
meaningful sense, but the Sti must have been very angry, as they still
hunted them.

Mind, of course, that the Bulo race was mostly without gender, except
for the ruling class, the queens and kings. These queens and kings,
these 'golden ones', spawned their entire kingdoms, so, the Sti only had
to kill a few individuals to stymie the entire race.

However, they didn't stop at just the leaders, they always would proceed
to kill the scientists, the warriors, the workers, the scouts, and even the
nurses, even though none of them mattered. They were intent,
apparently, on eradicating the entire species. Perhaps their drive to make
the Bulo extinct was monstrous, but Garrett found that he didn't mind the
idea as he would have before his abduction.

Thus the Sti had pursued the Bulo across the stars, decimating the fleet
in a dozen battles. In the most recent battle, the remnants of the Bulo fleet
had scattered, trying to go in many directions at once, to try and
confuse and escape the Sti, but it hadn't been successful, and even
the ship these warriors had been on had not been able to escape, and it
had been destroyed.

However, in the last minutes before the ship had been destroyed, a
scientist, eight warriors, and two scouts had been loaded onto an
escape pod, along with an infant queen. That escape pod been
missed in the debris of the Bulo fleet.

That was this ship: an escape pod. Six of their homeworld's years they
had been free of Sti pursuit, but, that battle had been the nearly absolute
end of their species, and they had not been contacted by so much as a
single surviving Bulo ship. So, they knew, they were the last of their kind.
The truly painful part, however, was that they had a queen, but no king
for which to father her children.

That was where Garrett came in. He would be a slave to them, and act to
provide the genetic data so that they could repopulate. He wouldn't be a
king, even though that's the role he was going to fill.

This knowledge was not entirely useful, but it did give him context,
and, in a benevolent moment, Garrett decided to alter his plan
slightly, and keep that queen, as a pet.

Then again, listening to these stories, he also learned that there
were only eight warriors on the ship, and eight warriors occupied his cell.
This made things much easier.

The escape pod was fairly small, with only five rooms, so, listening to
the warrior's conversations, Garrett was able to develop a map of it in
his mind. At the front of the ship was the queen's chambers, spacious and
luxurious, with a hallway extending back from it, straight to the airlock at
the rear of the ship. Four doors came off this hallway. One for navigation,
where the scouts always were, one for the lab, where the scientist spent
his days, and two for supplies and environment control.

The room he was being held in had once been a supply closet, but they
had used up everything in the room during the last six years, leaving it
free to be used as a holding cell. However, this meant that there were
no security measures on the door. If Garrett wanted, he could open it and
leave at any time. It astounded Garrett how pathetically easy it
would be to eradicate this entire race. The plans came together
automatically.

In fact, after only another two weeks, Garrett had a fully formed plan, and
decided to act on it.

He had discovered that the warriors were sensitive to sharp, shrieking
sounds, so, in a moment when they had gathered in one corner of the
room, Garrett screamed, as sharply and as loudly as he could. Then,
while they were disoriented and confused as to why the docile slave
had suddenly gone crazy, Garrett passed through the door and into
the hall.

First stop was the lab. In the moment that the red one took to
spin around, wondering why something would need to enter
it's domain, Garrett grabbed a scalpel, and the alien who had
altered his brain, was dead. It was over that quickly, and watery, clear
blood was pooling beneath the body.

Still, not pausing for even a moment, the human went back into the
hallway, and then across into navigation, noting that the warriors
were already coming out of the room where they had been for the last
several weeks.

The door shut behind Garrett as he scanned the room, seeing dozens of
buttons, meters, and displays, before his eyes fell on the two, tiny,
fugitive scouts huddled at the console. This minuscule, unshelled
lizards were so intent on what they were doing that they hadn't even
noticed that Garrett was in the room. One of the pair never found out
about Garrett. The other became aware of the human when it's was
splattered with clear blood, it's companion being killed where it sat.

Garrett grabbed the other scout around the neck and lifted it up with
one hand (they were so small), and put the scalpel to it's neck, shouting
in the Bulo language, "HOW DO I SEAL THIS ROOM!"

The scout shrieked in terror. A sound like metal-on-metal. A look of utter
terror painted across it's face, "There! There! That button! No one
can enter if you hit that button! Oh god what are you?! Don't kill me!"

Garrett hit the indicated button, and then killed the scout, just a second
before he heard a warrior smash a fist into the wall where the opening
mechanism was.

Once the act was done, the human had a few moments to relax, he
started to experiment with the controls in this navigation room. The
Bulo, apparently, did not have written language, and every button in
the room was simply labelled with an illustration of it's function, so it was
hilariously easy for him to learn the system, and after only thirty minutes
he opened the airlock and vented all eight warriors into space.

He listened to the sudden rush of air in the hallway, alongside the thump
of bodies buffeting each other as they flew into space. Then came
silence.

The silence lingered for a few moments, and Garrett smiled. It had
been so easy. Like crushing insects beneath his foot.

After he pressurized the hall, he took a casual stroll through the ship,
gathered some food from the storage room, vented the three
remaining corpses back into space, cleaned the rooms and himself of
that colorless blood, and began doing some studying.

He figured out where he was, first, quickly finding that the escape pod
was still in Earth's solar system, orbiting Uranus.

After that, he scanned the ship for remaining lifeforms, making sure that
only he and the queen remained. He didn't want to have any nasty
surprises, after all.

Next up, he researched the Bulo physiology. It was almost identical to
human physiology, and, again, that was likely why they had come to
Earth, because it was easy for them to alter human DNA and make it able
to mate with their kind. The biggest difference was that the Bulo had two
spines, about six inches apart, instead of one.

Their vocal cords were full of metal tines, accounting for how they spoke
in metallic sounds. There were a few minor differences as well, but most
were unexciting. However, Garrett did find a few things that gave him
ideas. Soon, he knew then what kind of pet this queen would be.

Lastly, and this actually took some effort, Garrett disarmed the security
of the ship that protected the queen. It was so foolish. So much effort was
placed on protecting the queen, when the command center for the
ship was left so vulnerable.

After this was done, he programmed a rudimentary autopilot into the
computer, and decided that, before he went to go play with his new toy,
he would need to make some preparations.

Across the hall and into the lab he went. The red one's console had a
full diagnostic of human DNA. These Bulo, they had quite a bit of skill with
genetic manipulation, which would help in Garrett's future plans so very
much.

The process took about two days, not including the breaks Garrett took
to go and prepare the holding room for his pet. Once the human was
satisfied, however, he made his way towards the queen's chambers at
the front of the escape pod.

The room was vast compared to each other room in the ship, the
ceiling towering a full twenty feet over Garrett's head. The walls were
all completely transparent, giving a panoramic view of the blue gas giant
named Uranus and a spray of stars that was certainly the Milky Way. The
entire floor was covered in what looked like some alien version of
velvet, the entire room coated in burgundy pillows, teal sheets, and
golden curtains, all of which would have been fit for a sultan.

There in the middle of the room, sprawled out like a lynx and glittering
gold, was the queen. She was very small, not even three feet tall, and,
just looking at her, he might have even been able to mistake her naked
body for that of a six-year-old human, except with a few more
curves around the buttocks, thighs, and hips. She was certainly different
from other Bulo, in that she didn't bear a shell, and her face was more
similar to a salamander than a dragon. Beyond this, the main
feature that distinguished her from other members of the race was a
waterfall of hair-like spines sprouted from around her neck, giving her a
gorgeous mane. It wasn't very long, as she was still young, but it was
none-the-less stunning.

She was asleep as Garrett walked up and stood over her, but she
stirred easily when Garrett called to her in her native language, "Wake
up, little one."

She blinked and rolled over, confused by the unexpected
presence in her room. When she witnessed Garrett towering over her,
however, her golden eyes snapped open.

From her perspective, Garrett was a monster. Six feet tall with gray eyes
and brown hair. A chiseled chin and a muscular body of a kind of oddly
colored flesh that she had never seen before. He was completely
nude as well, and his massive cock was raging hard.

That cock, the reward of the two days he spent in the lab, was red,
visibly throbbing, and absurdly large, standing proud at sixteen inches
long with a three inch girth. In addition, due to modifications he
had to make to his own physiology, so that he could support the cock, it
would never go soft.

The queen leapt to her feet and backed away from the giant alien,
wary of this unrecognized presence.

Garrett simply laughed, finding the child's fear absolutely comical, "Now
now, little one, there's nowhere for you to run. Besides, I'm no real
threat to you. My name is Garrett. I'm the human who your servants
abducted to become your king, and we might as well get to know each
other, since we'll be spending so much time together from now on."

Recognition flashed across the tiny alien's face when Garrett explained
who he was, and she visibly relaxed, "Oh, excuse my rudeness. I am Xala,
last queen of the Bulo, but the Red Servant said that he would warn me
before sending you in to meet me."

Garrett continued to smile, "I'm sorry, Xala, there was a change of
plans. The experiments on me were an incredible success. So much so
that Red Servant and everyone else couldn't stay around. Now it's just
you and me, but don't worry, I'll take care of you. Come with me. I'll show
you the room where we'll play from now on," he said calmly, extending a
hand to her.

Maybe the queen didn't interact with her servants very often, because the
idea of them being gone didn't seem to trigger any emotion from her. Just
mild interest at the idea of this new creature, who she likely thought of
as a servant. Cautiously, Xala took a few steps forward, taking Garrett's
hand as she asked the thing that apparently mattered most to her, "I...
won't be in this room any longer?"

With a wide grin, Garrett took her hand and swept his other arm
around her waist, picking her up with utter ease, and guiding her to
straddle his cock, much to her surprise. Her scaly skin was warm,
soft, and slick on his flesh, like warm, wet snake skin. As he guided
her to balance on his cock without her holding his hand, he replied, "No
no. You see, this is my room now. You'll get my old room. It's much
better for the mess we'll be making."

Xala didn't know how to respond to this, so she just focused on
balancing on his colossal cock, the hot flesh pushing up against her
belly and chest, rising up from her groin all the way up to between
where her breasts would be, had she been human. Once she was
comfortable, they left the palace room and, in only a few seconds,
they were in the holding room.

The holding room had changed drastically. From the ceiling dangled
a dozen ropes and buckles, with more on every surface available,
Xala looked about in confusion, "This room won't be acceptable for
my needs, Garrett Servant."

Garrett's only reply was to take one of the many buckles hanging by
ropes from the ceiling, and bring Xala's wrists together over her head,
strapping them together tightly. Once she was secure, he walked
backwards, until she slipped off his cock and swung free, chiming in
discomfort as her entire weight was suddenly placed on her wrists,
"Augh! This is not comfortable, Garrett Servant. Let me down!"

"It's just Garrett, your highness," he said as he bent her knees up to her
flat chest and secured them there with a few straps that went all the
way around her torso, "and I'm not your servant, either. I'm your owner,
and you are my toy. Also, if you think you're uncomfortable now, wait until
our fun starts up," he would have said whore, but the Bulo language
didn't have a word for whore. So, instead, he would call her his toy.

Xala didn't know how to react. She was uncomfortable, still in shock at
the new servant who had just called her a toy, and not confident enough
in her own ability to lead that she could disagree or correct him. So,
she only stared on in confusion as she rotated there and Garrett coated
his immense cock in mineral oil.

Garrett took his time to lubricate his cock, running his hand up and down
the steely organ, feeling the heat from his own body radiate out from
it. Every ridge and vein was exquisitely defined. It was a
masterpiece. Something truly worth utilizing.

Once he was fully lubed, he moved around behind her. Placing his
hands, each still coated in oil, on each of the alien's curvy hips, the
human bent his knees so that he could nuzzle the tip of his broad
cock up between the alien's asscheeks.

Oh so gently, the human pushed Xala down as he pushed up with his
hips. At first, the Bulo didn't understand what was happening,
but then she felt the pressure against her sphincter building. She felt her
butthole straining to remain closed, but the force of the invading
member, and a moment before she would have thought to object, she
felt the muscles in her ass relax, and she heard her butt stretch as it was
split open, a colossal cockhead surging into her body and filling her
up.

A sound like metal on metal split the air as Xala screamed, her butt
overfilled, the muscles of her rectum straining right around the girth of the
meat that stuffed her butt.

Garrett seemed not to hear the scream as he relished the sensation
of Xala's ass clenching down on his cockhead. He only allowed himself
to enjoy the sensation for a few seconds, however, before he
proceeded to force Xala further down on his cock. After all, there
was only the cockhead inside her so far, and they had so many inches to go.

The reason he had given himself such an immense cock was
because, looking at the queen's biology, their intestines were
arranged different from human intestines. Primarily, a fourteen inch
rectum extended up between her spines, all the way to near the base
of her neck. So, even with such a ludicrously large cock, Xala would be
able to take every single last inch inside her butthole.

As it made it's progress into her backside, Garrett watched as the
flesh between her two spines bulged outwards, and listened as Xala went
from screams of pain to a series of bewildered exclamations, "My legs
went numb! Augh! My fingers feel hot! I feel weird, what's going on?!"

Garrett understood, though. The pressure from his immense cock was
pushing up against either of her spines, and the stimulation was
sending avalanches of information up to her brain, which was getting
plenty confused.

After only ten inches, Xala had fallen silent, and instead stared wide-eyed
at the far wall as sensations crashed down on her tiny, twitching body.

A few dragging seconds later, and Garrett felt his huge cockhead
butting up against the bend at the top of her elongated rectum. Of
course, he knew that the rectum was fourteen inches long, but he had
given himself a sixteen inch cock. This was because of a second
irregularity of the Bulo body.

So, clenching his hands tightly around Xala's waist, he forced her
down even farther, until she and he both felt her innards shifting slightly,
the bend at the top of her rectum straightening to allow a millimeter of
cock at a time.

Then, something slipped inside of her, and her ass impacted his hips,
hard. Xala had been staring forward, paralyzed by the interchanging
sensations of either her entire body being tingling numb or shooting, hot
pain coursing through her limbs.

In that instant that Garrett bottomed out, however, all other sensations
were drowned out by an explosion in her mind.

Her entire body went ridged, muscles straining against the straps
that held her. Her vision was suddenly dominated by some kind of
pure, white light, littered by a thousand tiny, floating black spots.
Every inch of her body was screaming in her mind. Yet, at the
same time, each part of her body was singing in exultant ecstasy.
Distantly she became aware of someone screaming, as her senses
barraged her with every pleasure they could.

Garrett had just barely nudged a cluster of nerves at the base of her
neck. A cluster of nerves which contained every single
pleasure-receptor in her body. He held her there for several seconds,
feeling her convulse as she screamed uncontrollably. She was
having a mind-crushing orgasm, even when her body wasn't yet
sexually mature.

Thinking he wanted her conscious for a while longer, Garrett backed off
a few inches, enjoying the sensation of her bowels tugging at his column
of a cock. Once the pressure on those nerves was released, Xala
went limp, her salamander head slumping forward onto her knees
and her lengthy tongue falling out as she heaved in exhausted breaths.

Garrett began methodically fucking her ass. He was careful not to
bottom out in her, but still, after he took some time to figure out the
rhythm, he rammed into her with vigor that made her tremble and
make a kind of gong sound that was likely the equal to a groan.

Every time she fell silent for too long, however, he'd nudge her nerves
once more, waking her up. He'd only do it for a split second at a time, but
each time she shrieked and convulsed.

Hours passed as Garrett assfucked the last member of an alien species.
It took some time before he felt his own orgasm building up, however.
As he felt it, though, he decided to have some fun, and proceeded to
tease the queen, bottoming out over and over again for a fraction of a
second at a time. It was almost comical as she went limp and tensed
up constantly for those twenty minutes straight.

When her owner finally relented from this twenty minute session, her head
was spinning, she couldn't think as residual orgasm wracked her
minuscule body. Drooling and numb, she giggled into her knees. She was
hovering on the edge of consciousness, and the only thing
she knew was that she felt unbelievably good.

Garrett smiled at her giggling as he continued to rock his cock in and out
of her ruined rectum. That was good. She was already getting into the
abuse of her backside. She'd make a good toy.

Another two hours passed before he came. When he did, however, he
ignored his carefully measured fucking, and just went wild, making
her convulse on his cock obscenely with each plunge that surged up her
into rectum.

Then he bottomed out between her buttocks, and a wave of hot jizz
erupted up into her bowels. This was another variation he had made on his
new cock, though: A full cup and a half of his semen plugged her up
with each jet, and there were endless spurts.

Earlier, his cock had only nudging into that pleasure center. Now, a
flood of cum was filling her up and stretching those intestines wide, so
wide that they crushed that her pleasure center was all but crushed.

If it had been an explosion before, it was the death of a star now. Her
mind jerked her from the edge of consciousness back to full
wakefulness. Her vision flashed from complete darkness to blinding white
as her body shot like lightning between blistering heat, freezing
cold, the touch of velvet, the hum of electricity, and a cock in her ass. She
trembled, eyes rolling back into her head as her vocal cords unthinkingly
formed a word, and screamed it into the sweaty air, "YES!"

Garrett proceeded to keep cumming, until the stimulation of her pleasure
center became too much, and she passed out. Then he emptied his
balls into her some more.

After his cum stopped shooting into her, he carefully extracted his
perpetually hard cock from her gaping asshole, admiring how a
waterfall of white poured out of her and onto the floor for a moment.

Then he left her there, still hanging from the ceiling, went and cleaned
himself, ate some food, took a nap in his new chambers, and did some
research on the escape pod's computers.

He still kept going back to Xala to fill her up with his undying boner,
switching to different locations in the holding room and making her pass
out each time, but he spent just as much time researching.

After all, he needed all the info he could get if he was going to expand
upon this ship and acquire more "toys."