Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2023 11:27:49 +0100 From: Zarmba Subject: Strange Cargo: The Mating Room Remember to donate to Nifty archives! Strange Cargo; the Mating Room `throw the bitch in!'. That was the translation proffered by the alien technology that seemed to pervade every corner of this damned prison. Jackson didn't dare get to his feet yet. He remained on all fours in this shabby slave-pen deep in the bowels of the Gharodite plantation complex. Since his arrival here with the other enslaved humans, bought by the Gharodites from the Grey One pirate-vessel which had captured him along with many other human males from Earth, Jackson had not had it as bad as he had feared. The Gharodites were not as keen to humiliate their human captives as the Grey Ones had been. In fact, they seemed to regard them as a worthy investment. Property, yes. But property worth preserving. Jackson and his mates had been daily washed, crudely but thoroughly. They were shaved, fed reasonably on food that at least tasted better than the crap the Grey Ones had given them. They were still naked. Nakedness was simply the lot of slaves, regardless of species. They were also still festooned with the metallic bands around their testicles. And of course, that damned anal probe which acted like a remote control cattle prod. The Gharodites seemed to be particularly inclined to use this control device rather than the one gripping their manhood. They left that one on them merely as a tag and a convenient way to hook the humans into coffle or to attach the chain leashes to them when they were leading the humans around. Humans were still required to crawl on all fours in the company of the Gharodites or other alien master species. The work the Gharodites set them to do was simple field and agricultural work. Nothing much different than what slaves in Earth's own history had been engaged in. The crops, the soil, the tools were remarkably similar. The Gharodites themselves were a very odd bunch; incredible technology, cities like nothing an earthling could ever have dreamt up. But doggedly traditional and archaic in their food production. Vast plantations manned by legions of slaves of many species doing work in a way that hadn't changed in millennia. They weren't into mixing slave species either. The plantation that Jackson was now property of was all humans. Maybe hundreds of poor souls captured from the now subjugated Earth, toiling like brute beasts of the field. The Gharodites separated them according to sex, age, and an evaluation of their breeding potential. They were housed in dormitories deep in labyrinthine underground structures. They slept on straw and the facilities consisted of basic drains running along the walls, but were not bound like they had been on the Grey One ship. At least not when they were in the dorms. Going out each morning into the fields they were loosely coffled. The anal probe and the watchful eyes of the overseers ensured their obedience. A lazy slave, a slave who disobeyed was given a sound arse-shock to snap them back into line, but that was the extent of Gharodite severity. But now, this evening, after field work, Jackson, ripping young American jock and former Earth resistance hero, had been led away from the rest of his comrades by a Gharodite guard and thrust into this smelly little cell. Awaiting what? Well, now he knew- "Throw the bitch in I said!" came the Gharodite command in translation once again. There was a click, a door opened, and in was thrust a naked blond goddess of a creature. A human female! Jackson couldn't believe his eyes at first. His hunk of man-meat seemed to realize the moment before his own mind did. His hefty soldier stood to attention with lightning speed. A human woman...and a fucking big titted babe at that! All Jackson had gotten these past weeks since his capture and enslavement was bussy. Never his preference before, but man you did what you had to. But here was the real thing! Fuck yeah man! The Gharodites were keen on breeding. Jackson was a prize buck. "Earth-man!!" came the Gharodite command "get to it, Earth-man!. You haven't got all night." Jackson looked at his female mate. She nervously crouched, clasping her breasts. She motioned with her hands as if trying to speak -- Of course. The voice controls were back on. Neither Jackson nor his prospective brood mare were permitted to speak at this moment. Jackson wasn't altogether unhappy about that. What would he have said to her anyway? He made straight for her. She seemed willing to take him. Kerpow!!!! Jackson exploded onto her. Her legs spread wide revealing her juicy, sweet pussy, quickly filled by his raging cut, puce-headed joystick. Wham! Oh yeah bitch, take my fucking rocket! Jackson's chunky white ass shivered as he delivered thrust after sweet thrust up her quivering oyster. Voiceless though they both were, inwardly they wailed and screamed their human mating ecstacy. The Gharodites watched, entertained somewhat by Jackson's uninhibited enthusiasm. It didn't last long (Not fucking long enough both he and his bride thought!). He came like the monsoon rains inside her. Sweat rolled off the them as he fell, clasping her to him in blissful satisfaction. His white pert butt glinted in the dim light of the cell. Suddenly- Buzz! Pain! Fucking ouch!! Jackson was brought out of his heavenly state by a retort from his ass probe. "Earth-man!! Enough! Squat !Prepare to be led from the mating room!" Jackson obeyed. He squatted like a gorilla, dripping sweat and man-juice. The girl was taken out first, still panting. Then the guard came in. The Gharodite hooked the leash onto Jackson's dick-ring and tugged. Jackson followed on his hands and knees like an obedient dog. He wasn't gonna argue. This moment had be a ray of sunshine in his now otherwise gloomy existence. "Good Earth-man" came the Gharodite voice "you did good". The Gharodite lead Jackson back to the dorm where his enslaved comrades awaited.