Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2023 17:06:18 +0300 From: Daemon D. Hart Subject: The Human Bearer - 10 Copyright 2023 -- Daemon D. Hart Please consider make a donation to Nifty! This site is unique on the net and deserves your support. The Human Bearer 10. Xana was having a fucking laugh at him. It looked like snakemen could manipulate their cocks in all possible ways without a problem and the fucker didn't even have to use his hands. Now, he had adjusted his position so that he could pour cum directly on top of Riordan's head. It was sliding down on his forehead getting in his eyes, nose and mouth. He had to tilt his head down to avoid getting drowned in alien jizz, but he still licked at it like a madman, getting as much as he could on his tongue. The snakeman moved so that he was now exactly behind and pushed against the back of Riordan's neck with the tip of his cock. "If you intend to skullfuck me, that's not the proper way to do it," he said tersely. "It has come to my understanding that what you like doing so much is called dirty talking." "I like calling it sarcasm, but to each their own, I guess." Riordan had to swallow his words as Xana used now the tip of his tail to silence him. Great, he was sucking on that seth disperser now and couldn't stop. "And the sounds you make," Xana said and laughed, "do you hear yourself?" He was slurping and sucking like a whore after a week of no-cock diet. "All the human bearers brought to our planet succumb to seth," Xana said as if it were just an afterthought he was referring to. "However, there is this need in most of them to go to extra lengths to please, as if their will mattered." What was snakeboy going on about now? "But you're different. You speak your mind, you're impudent to the point of making me wonder if you really care about getting punished or not, and when you surrender, it's the most delicious victory of all. Like now. I know you're thinking of ways to go against me because that's your nature," Xana put his cock inside him, and Riordan thought for a moment that he would go nuts from too much pleasure, "but you can't help pushing back into my cock, showing me how much you want me." "Fuck you," Riordan mumbled, his mouth still busy with Xana's tail, "it's the seth, not you." "Don't talk with your mouth full, my bearer," Xana said and laughed harder. "You're on your knees, getting everything I have to give, with my entire body, and yet, you keep mouthing off. Yes, as you can see, I've learn a few of your expressions. Here is what I'm going to do with you so that you don't nurture any strange ideas. In exchange for letting you keep your bot, I will have you sign something I thought out as the proper way for you to pay for your disobedience." Riordan was pretty sure he didn't want to sign a damn thing. But he couldn't think at all anymore, because Xana was fucking him in short punishing strokes, making him cum endlessly, while his mouth was fucked by the tail just as hard. He wasn't sure the snakeman wanted him unharmed. It had to be the seth that made him so fucking happy to have both his ass and throat fucked raw. *** Kyle hadn't helped him with the bath in the end. That had been Xana, who, apparently, wanted just to continue to fuck him and render moot the point of bathing him. After one hour or so, he was finally clean, fucked beyond any possibilities to be fucked, and allowed to wear a tiny robe that let his ass peeking from under it. Xana was the one to command the bot to come into the room they were in now. "Kyle," he said, sounding amused at himself for using the moniker Riordan had given to the bot, "display the new terms of Riordan's contract." At first, Riordan thought he wasn't capable of reading because it was written in Xeno gibberish, but no, it wasn't the fault of the language. "You want... that?" He stared at Xana, without hiding his terror. "I told you, you'd just kill me with your fucking eggs--" "You'll have to sign, Riordan," Xana said coldly. "Do I have the choice to say `no' to becoming your fucking walking egg pouch?" The insult used by those Earthian terrorists no longer sounded untrue. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Xana stared at him with his serene hypnotic eyes. "Yes, you have the choice to say `no'. Which means that your bot is sent to be recycled for good this time, and you are scheduled to become the next entertainment at the most popular brothel on Xeno once you deliver my egg." "Gee, what should I choose?" It was weird that he could still joke, given the circumstances. "This is blackmail, and you know it. And I thought--" he stopped himself in time. I thought you started to have some sort of feelings for me, you weird Xeno fuck. Riordan didn't even know why that mattered. After all, he didn't care for no one but himself. Only that now, because of that seth he was addicted to, and that egg growing inside him, he couldn't say the same, hand on heart. Looking out for number one was a thing of the past, or so it seemed. "Fucking scumbag," he murmured under his breath. "So, how do I sign this shit?" "A little bit of your DNA is all that's needed," Xana said and grabbed his wrist. "Do you mean I can spit on your fucking stupid deal? The only reason I don't do that is because Kyle doesn't deserve it." Xana seemed completely unfazed by his insults. He locked eyes with him and then wrapped his tongue around Riordan's right pinky. "Ouch!" The pain was sudden and short-lived. There wasn't even a droplet of blood to show where the sting had happened. Xana licked his lips, satisfied, it seemed, with what he had obtained. And how could he not? His purpose was to turn Riordan into an egg delivery machine, maintenance included. He shuddered as the imagined sight of his wrecked body after numerous pregnancies flashed before his eyes. He would have to find a way to escape, then. Everyone said there wasn't any, but he had been told before that he'd never grow out of the streets on which he had been delivered by his unknown mother, and there he was. Getting fucked by one of the most powerful and dangerous Xenos on this planet. Somehow, that didn't sound like that big an accomplishment. *** "You're sad, Master Rio," Kyle said as he slowly massaged Riordan's feet. "You do realize what that contract is about, right?" "Yes. Master Xana wants to have you by his side forever. I search data from Earth. I believe the term is marriage." "Marriage my ass," Riordan murmured under his breath. "He only sees one thing in me." "It's not true," Kyle replied as his robotic arms moved surprisingly swiftly as he reached Riordan's calves. There were some perks to having a tireless servant at his beck and call like that, but Riordan rebelled even against that thought. Kyle wasn't a servant; he was a friend, as weird as that was. "What do you mean?" "I've heard Master Xana talking to His Royal Chancellor Marn Savier. He was telling him that his bearer needs to receive formal education." "Needs? I don't need no fucking education to be a walking egg pouch," Riordan said and then groaned in delight as Kyle worked his thighs. "His Royal Chancellor," Kyle continued, "denied Master Xana's request." "Why?" Riordan asked, now curious about what the bot had to say. "He said that there is no need for bearers to be educated beyond their ability to serve as clerks." "Wait a minute. What kind of education was Xana talking about? And when did this happen?" "Yesterday evening. Master Xana wanted to forward a formal request so that you can follow the courses of Xeno's Superior Institute of Technology. The name is a bit different on Xeno, but I used an approximate translation to your language, Master Rio." "Superior Institute of Technology," Riordan said slowly. "Where on me does it say `nerd'?" "Nowhere, Master Rio." Riordan laughed. Kyle was just too funny at times. He had to do standup. People on Earth would love him. Although Earth was faraway and a place he'd never see again. Did he miss it? He wasn't sure. His future was fucked up, regardless where he was. "Did he say why he wanted me to go to that nerdy school?" "Yes. He insisted on presenting His Royal Chancellor the work you did on me." "Ah, so you weren't eavesdropping, you were just there." "Are you disappointed in me, Master Rio? I'll try to get better at eavesdropping." "Better not, my man. Xana might have left you off the hook with the recycling and all, but I'm sure he thinks he can do whatever he wants. Let's not put you in danger." Kyle suddenly straightened up. "I haven't thanked you for saving me, Master Rio." "No sweat." He had no idea what to think. It was true that Kyle was behaving as if he was in charge of his own decisions to some extent, but still, that could be nothing else but the result of a huge database and pattern recognition algorithms. He should know since he had put to the test the bot's ability to develop certain skills, such as talking about more complex matters than just perfunctory questions about Riordan's bladder or appetite. Still, there was something that escaped him, even if he was the guy to have messed up with the bot's internal circuits. "And? How did it feel for Xana to get told `no' by his homie?" "Just to check, the homie is His Royal Chancellor?" "Yeah." "He wasn't pleased. He told his homie that the topic is not closed." "He's a stubborn bastard." "With all due respect, Master Rio, Master Xana knows who both his parents are." That took Riordan by surprise. Not the fact that Kyle understood the term `bastard' according to his knowledge. No, what really amazed him was to realize that the cold fucker had actually been born and not made. "Who was the bearer for him when he was but a wee lil' egg?" he asked. "The lizard queen on Fatiah IV." "Wow. I didn't expect that, I guess. That doesn't sound very sexy, though." "No, it doesn't," Kyle agreed readily. "Her Majesty was an impressive specimen of her kind, but sexy wouldn't be a term to describe her." "Does Xana ever goes visiting? Wait, is his dad still around? Not that I want to get to know my in-laws that badly. Something tells me Her Majesty might think of me as a tasty little treat." "Yes, she would swallow you and then digest you for about ten hours," Kyle offered right away. "Thanks for that image. But tell me more about Xana's folks. I mean, parents." "His sire was part of an operation carried on to the skirts of the Chitara galaxy. No one had heard of him or anyone else for almost 15 years." That meant that Xana must have grown without a dad, Riordan thought, as he quickly did the math. "What about his mom?" "Xenos do not entertain any connection with the ones that carried them to term," Kyle reminded him. "Right, of course," Riordan said, mostly to himself. "So, for real, Xana never missed his dad and mom?" "Master Xana has been busy with his studies from a young age. His situation isn't very different from that of many on this planet." "Go figure. Cold-blooded bastards." "Ah, it's an insult," Kyle said. "Are you taking notes while we talk, Kyle?" "Always." "Hmm, that means you'll grow out of that standup career before it even gets a chance to take off." "I wouldn't be a good comedian," Kyle said. "I'm afraid my sense of humor would be too dry. And here, on Xeno, they like things wet." Riordan looked at the bot for a moment, and then burst into laughter. "I stand corrected, homeboy. You definitely got it. You know, that sense of humor." "I see. Then I believe I should take the time to work on my jokes. Do you believe I would be successful in doing crowd work?" "Damn, you're a fast learner. Now, Kyle, I have a bunch of dangerous things in mind, and--" "I am your homeboy, Master Rio. Please, let me in on your plans, as dangerous as those may be." Riordan took a deep breath. Xana had warned him that it was possible to receive punishment, regardless of how pregnant he was. And there he was again, tempting fate, like usual. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't tempt fate a little, right? "That guy, the Earthian. The one allowed to live. Do you have any idea where these Xenos would keep someone like that?" "I'm afraid I do not have the clearance for knowing such things." Riordan began thinking. "Do you think we could probe around, see the transfer logs for various cargo? Something as out of ordinary as that should stand out. I mean, they would need some special accommodations for getting a guy impregnated with a dozen eggs or so." "Anything you could think of, Master Rio, would be very helpful." "Xana didn't let me see where we were when he showed me Lewis getting fucked and mindfucked by those horny young dudes," Riordan said, mostly to himself. "But something tells me the facility can't be that far away. Or do you think they had something prepared just in case that some Earthian terrorists landed on their lap and they wanted to run their fucked up experiments?" Kyle kept silent. "Well?" Riordan insisted. "If you count on me to be the only idea guy in the room, I don't think it's going to go too well. I have little knowledge of how they run things here, on Xeno." "I thought you were talking to yourself, and I didn't want to interrupt." Riordan stared at the bot. Kyle was getting good at reading his reactions, even something as subtle as that. "I was, that's true. But now, I need your input. Where would they keep someone they'd want to run some experiments on? Delicate experiments, such as stuffing the poor guy's belly with their eggs until he bursts." "I will examine the data right away." Kyle said nothing for a couple of seconds. "There are several possibilities." "Wow, that was fast." "Master Xana installed some upgrades so that I could serve you better." "That's sort of cool, but it also makes me fucking suspicious. He could use you to spy on me." "That is not new information, Master Rio. He could always do so." "Yeah, you're right. You don't have to rub it in. I know I'm walking on thin ice here, but--" Kyle's lights flickered for a moment. "A call from Tasha, Master Rio. Will you take it?" "Yeah, sure. Put him through." "How are you, Riordan?" Tasha asked right away. "Call me crazy, but I had one very strange dream and wanted to hear you so badly." "What was the dream about?" Riordan asked. He couldn't dismiss anything when it came to these fuckers. They could even put ideas in people's heads if they put their mind to it. Great, he was starting to behave like a paranoid wuss. "It was silly. Never mind." Tasha shook his head. "How are things between you and your master?" Riordan shrugged. "Ah, you know. He's a prick. I'm his favorite asshole. He just made me sign that I agree to him putting as many eggs inside me as he wants." "Why would he do that?" Tasha stared at him, visibly confused. "Kyle here tells me Xana wants to marry me. I don't think so. He wants to see how much I can take, more probably. Just one of their crazy experiments, I bet." Tasha frowned slightly. "Experiments, huh? Like in my dream." Now that sounded more interesting by the minute. "Tell me about that dream, Tasha." "Ugh, I don't know. It was very confusing. I was deep in sleep, but I could hear voices around me. They were Xenos, but I could understand them perfectly. You know that thing they do when they communicate with only their minds? It was like that, but the weird part was that I knew that I wasn't supposed to overhear them." "I see. And what they were talking about?" Tasha pressed his temples. "My head hurts ever since I woke up. They were talking about making bearers into something else... I don't know for sure. One of them was saying something such as: wouldn't you like to have your bearer with you, raising your Xenolites until they reach maturity? They talked in a very formal way, but I could tell they were friends. And another voice mentioned you. He said: Xana Lei's bearer is already in the program. Or something similar. I'm not sure that he used the term program. It sounds a bit like I invented it." "Well, I don't know how much of that was a dream, man," Riordan said and felt a chilling sensation seeping into his bones. "Because, let me tell you, that thing with the eggs put inside me, I think that's the program." "You think?" Tasha seemed not entirely himself, confused and a bit scared. "Yes, it must be it. What did you do to get on that program?" "Don't tell me you're interested," Riordan said with a scoff. The look on Tasha's face told him everything he needed to know. "Oh, fuck, man, for real?" "You know Marn doesn't care about me. Once I deliver the egg, I'll be... discarded." "Hey, hey," Riordan called to his friend, "don't do this shit to yourself. First of all, that egg is Xer's, and that punk seems to care about you. As much as they're capable of that. Second of all, it's not like you belong to Marn, not anymore, right?" "I do. The fact that I'm pregnant with his son... well, I'm starting to suspect it's the kind of secret everyone knows." "Shit, man," Riordan said and pursed his lips. "And do you really think being used as an egg pouch all your life is some sweet deal? I might act tough, but I'm scared shitless." Kyle suddenly intervened. "That could be what the experiments are for." Riordan made a short sign at Kyle to zip it. Tasha's bot was also recording their conversation. And he wasn't a good guy like Kyle was. Tasha nodded thoughtfully. "Well, congratulations, Riordan. I envy you, but I guess that's not the thing you want to hear right now." "You know what? I'm going to start poking around, to see what Xana knows about this program. Let's see what snakeboy has to hide." "How are you going to do it? Spying is a serious offense here, on Xeno." "I'll find a way." He had no idea what that would be. But he intended to do his best and more. tbc If you like this story and want to read a few chapters ahead, you can do so on my SubscribeStar - https://subscribestar.adult/daemon-d-hart