Raw Materials

Chapter 1

I did not enter the village. I waited for an invitation.

An older hermaphrodite walked up to me, leaning on her walking stick.

She looked like an older woman with well used muscles. I imagined her standing straight up from her hunch, and I could see she would have towered over the two guards standing beside her.

I clicked on my translator and put it in my ear. We had a few local languages analyzed while in orbit over planet Futanari.

When the old hermaphrodite spoke, the speaker translated the words to English in real time.

She said,

"I am the father of this tribe. In my years, I have made five generations and have spent a hundred wives to make them."

The chief cast her hand towards the village and said,

"What you see here is only my personal settlement. There are many more across the grass. Who are you stranger who spies on us from the tall grass?"

It worried me that they made me before I was ready to reveal myself, but the fact they decided to leave me be while I slept gave me some comfort.

I took out my phone.

I typed what I wanted to say, and the translator remade it in her language.

I said,

"I am from a tribe very far away. I would like our tribes to be friends. I have brought you some obsidian as a humble gift."

The guards stepped back when my phone said these things.

I laid out my pack.

One of the guards stroked the pack, astonished by the texture of the vinyl fabric, and then took out the obsidian eggs.

The chief looked at them and said,

"You are welcome to visit with me. This is an honorable gift."

I said, "Thank you."

The whole village wanted a glimpse of me as we walked down the dirt road obviously made by foot traffic rather than any intentional labor.

I could see distinctions between the hermaphrodites which I could not make out when I was back on my ship looking at satellite streams or even in the grass spying on the village in person.

The young ones all looked as ours do, and the adult ones looked just like women except very tall and with a lean muscular build. They had testosterone enough to make firm jawlines, but not enough to create much more than bushy eyebrows in terms of facial hair. They had enough estrogen to furnish large breasts held up by leather braziers.

The dirt road I walked down divided two plots of yurts densely positioned by one another.

A yurt about twice as big as the others sat in the middle of the road. The Elder opened the flap and gestured me to enter.

Inside, a bunch or naked hermaphrodites moved about the carpeting and around the rock fireplace which was not lit. The sun shone down through a round hole in the top of the yurt illuminating some of the carpet's mosaic design and the fact the fire place was obviously a temporary construction, for the rocks were not cut or mortared.

The chief said,

"My name is Deer Bringer. These are my wives. If you want, you can humiliate one of them."

My earpiece said,

"Humiliate may be a euphemism for sodomy according to our records."

I noticed one of the wives did not have male genitals, which confused me because these people were supposed to all have both sets of reproductive parts. I looked closer, and then I saw the round scar tissue with a symbol branded into it.

She had been castrated.

When I realized this, I panicked for a second, but regained my composure when I realized I am a woman and have nothing to fear of this practice which was evident from the satellite streams.

Deer Bringer pointed at my phone and said,

"We must discus this talking obsidian."

I explained it is a device my tribe has which can translate for us.

Deer Bringer said,

"If you show me how to use that, I will let you take your pick of my wives for yourself."

I said,

"I am honored, but that would be impossible. This is not mine to give you."

Deer Bringer smirked and took a wife from the pile in the dark corer of the yurt and undressed. When the tunic dropped to the floor, it revealed Deer Bringer's body which had full but drooping breasts, which went down into a few rolls of loose skin at the belly which terminated at a penis hanging over a set of testicles.

The penis began to twitch and grow from the size of a well endowed man to a phallus the size of my forearm.

The wife began to struggle against Deer Bringer's grasp, but Deer Bringer brought her down to the rug and began fucking her.

Deer Bringer said,

"This is one of my favorites."

The wife moaned loud and began crying from the penetration.

I affirmed my decision.

Deer Bringer pulled out of the wife, who ran back into the dark corner of the yurt.

The erection pointed at me, and I stepped back in defense against any possible interest Deer Bringer had for me.

Deer Bringer said,

"Very well."

She sat on what looked like a throne, her cock slowly waning back to human proportions.

I asked, where Deer Bringer got these wives.

She said,

"We have been at war with a new tribe from the southern forests."

I said I was interested in buying slaves if Deer Bringer could spare them, but my tribe needed them in tact.

When I said this, Deer Bringer seemed disturbed and asked,

"How will you keep them from breeding with each other?"

I said,

"My tribe is not concerned about that."

Deer Bringer looked at me with a suspicious scowl.

I said,

"I have weapons which can be useful to you. They could help you control this entire steppe."

Deer Bringer said,

"Really? Bring me such a weapon, and I will give you first pick of the captives of our next raid."

I agreed.

Deer Bringer snapped her fingers, and one of the wives started a fire in the hearth.

Deer Bringer said,

"We shall have a feast tonight to celebrate our agreement. Come back by sundown."

When we finished, I left the village and returned to my spying spot.

I called the headquarters and Mark, my manager, answered.

I explained to him what had happened and what Deer Bringer wanted.

He said,

"Great job, Amanda! We'll send down a shipment of tranquilizer rifles tomorrow, and we'll leverage our ammo as a means to keep this agreement self enforcing."

He asked if there was anything I needed, and I said no. That was the end of my report.

When the sun set, I walked back into the village, and saw everyone dancing.

They stopped and stared at me. My white t-shirt, camouflage pants, and synthetic leather boots must have been a confusing sight in the red moonlight.

Deer Bringer came up to me from the crowd and said,

"One of my daughters stole from you. She did not return your bag which was made of a strange grass."

A few hermaphrodites came into the road and brought the guard who had my bag.

I said,

"Oh, I didn't even miss it."

Deer Bringer said,

"Perhaps tonight you may take part in the punishment ceremony."

I asked,

"What kind of punishment?"

Deer Bringer said,

"The village will take turns."

The woman cried out and begged saying,

"Sire! I am your flesh and blood! The stranger does not even miss her bag!"

Deer Bringer smacked her and said,

"You have brought us shame in front of one so powerful as the stranger! You shall suffer the punishment of thieves!"

The hermaphrodites tied Deer Bringer's daughter to a statue of a reared up deer. Her legs were splayed apart and bound up to the statue's hind legs. Her arms were bound to its antlers.

Then, Deer Bringer announced to the village and said,

"Crow Follower has stolen from our guest! Her waste hole is yours for the night!"

Crow Follower cried out in protest, but Deer Bringer initiated the punishment by sodomizing her first.

Deer Bringer ejaculated inside Crow follower's rectum, and another villager had her turn.

I stood in shock.

I said,

"Wasn't she your daughter?"

Deer Bringer said,

"As long as no broken born are made, a father may punish her daughter this way."

Deer Bringer took me on a tour of her camp and we sat in her Yurt, and ate meat from a deer-like animal. The meat was tender and tasted like a stake which had been cooked in garlic that was a little off. I would purge the food later because it was mirror life which would kill me if I ingested it fully.

Deer Bringer asked,

"Why do you want these wives to be in tact?"

I said,

"We need their seed."

Deer Bringer asked,

"Ar your people unable to produce seed yourselves?"

I said,

"It isn't that. The semen of people here takes away pain from my people. I need -- livestock."

Deer Bringer asked details about how this worked, and I told her about the drug my company isolated from hermaphrodite semen and breast milk.

She did not understand.

Deer Bringer said,

"Remember short one, we do not have any extra wives now, and you have not brought us any weapons. I shall keep the next batch of wives we take uncut, but I will castrate you if you try to betray me.

I said,

"We have a deal."

Deer Bringer said,

"I've arranged a place for you to sleep tonight so you don't have to bear the wind."

I said,

"Thank you."

Deer Bringer took me to a small yurt.

I opened the flap and found a bed covered in fur. I could feel the straw packing crunch under my weight as I laid down. I could see the stars through the open top and wondered where Earth was among them.

From outside, I heard fires crackling and laughter, and it all put me to sleep.

I woke up to screaming.

I looked out of the yurt and saw fighting in the dawn lit village.

Deer Bringer clubbed a pale hermaphrodite.

Another pale hermaphrodite flanked Deer Bringer, and struck her on the temple, knocking her out.

I ran out to take Deer Bringer to my yurt, but I felt a blow to my head and blacked out.

When I woke up, a headache felt as though someone had cut my skull open with a hatchet and was trying to pry it apart bare handed.

I was set on my knees in bondage in a line with Deer Bringer's tribe outside the village which was on fire.

Chapter 2

The hermaphrodites to my left and right were bound the same as me and cried out with tears staining their cheeks in long moist strips.

I could not understand what they said. The blow from the raider knocked the translator out of my ear, and I had been stripped naked, so I did not have my phone.

Deer Bringer was bound to a stake and sat in front of us all on a pile of dried grass.

A naked hermaphrodite whose white skin bared black abstract tattoos walked in front of us as though she were a showman, holding a torch in one hand and an obsidian blade in the other.

Another hermaphrodite stripped Deer Bringer of her tunic and grabbed her male genitals. She spat on her hand and began jerking Deer Bringer until she was erect.

The tattooed hermaphrodite brought the blade against Deer Bringer's scrotum, and I realized what was going to happen, but I couldn't look away.

Deer Bringer's cock began to throb, and finally, a string of cum shot out of her penis.

Just then, the obsidian blade sliced through Deer Bringer's male parts, and the torch was brought to cauterize the wound.

Deer Bringer let out a high crackling scream.

The tattooed hermaphrodite held up Deer Bringer's severed ejaculating genitals and said a prayer of some kind and dropped the penis and balls into a bucket.

I vomited.

The tattooed hermaphrodite came to the line and started castrating the captives one by one. When they got to me and tried to grab my genitals, they discovered my vagina, and untied me from the line, and took me to the line with the wives the raiders had captured.

Castrating the entire tribe took until the sun had risen high in the sky.

The tattooed hermaphrodite said a prayer and dropped the torch on the dried grass at Deer Bringer's stake.

Deer Bringer began to scream out as the flames engulfed her.

I watched blisters form and skin peel off and float up with the smoke.

Deer Bringer, took a deep breath which killed her.

When the body fully immolated, the pale raiders began shoving their captives face down, and shoved their penises into their captives' vaginas. The mass raping took hours for raiders had to wait a refractory period to fuck another victim.

I saw the tattooed one tinker with my phone.

I used all my strength to cry out.

The tattooed one noticed me and came up to me -- fully erect.

Then it was my turn to get fucked.

It felt as though someone had shoved a dull stake into my body, and in fact, the tattooed hermaphrodite could not fit all the way in me, and she nearly skewered by cervix as she fucked me.

I couldn't help but take pleasure from it, but it was horrifying nonetheless, and it took a long time for her to finish. I must have been her tenth victim.

To my shame, I had a flood of orgasms towards the end, and I almost forgot about the phone, but I saw it on the ground and pointed at it with my nose.

The tattooed hermaphrodite picked up the phone and clicked the button on its side and it turned on. This startled her, and she dropped it.

I tried to say I knew how to use it, and the hermaphrodite seemed to understand I knew what the strange glowing mirror was, so she took me out of the line and untied me, handing me the phone.

I found the translator app, and said,

"I was a guest of Deer Bringer, from a tribe far away. I wish to speak with your leader."

I held the phone so the tattooed one could speak into it and she said,

"What is this device? It looks like smooth obsidian with a forest inside it!"

I said,

"Take me to your leader, and I will get you this kind of power from my tribe, and you can rule this steppe!"

She called over a raider who was tall and muscular and wore skins from something that looked like a mountain lion with green fur. I presumed she was the chief of this tribe. She had pale white skin and long thick straight black hair with slanted blue eyes.

I looked at her and said,

"My name is Amanda, what is your name?".

Everyone in the area began to panic in excitement from the phone speaking in their tongue.

The chief stood up and came down and said something into the phone.

The phone beeped and said,

"I am Chief Bloody Claw of the Murder Wood Tribe."

I said,

"My tribe is called Dionysus Corp. We are very powerful, and we can help you."

Chief Bloody Claw said,

"If you are such a powerful tribe, then why would they send a wife to meet with a weak grass tribe from the north?"

I said,

"We wish to start a partnership with the strongest tribe."

She said,

"Why did you choose such a weak tribe as Deer Bringer's? My daughters are the strongest in the forest and this pathetic steppe! Where are your people? Perhaps I will bind them to my harem as well!"

I pointed upwards.

She looked up and asked,

"You are from the sky?"

I nodded.

Chief Bloody Claw said,

"This is absurd!"

I asked,

"As absurd as a talking piece of obsidian which has the power to light itself and translate our languages?"

Bloody Claw was convinced by this and asked,

"What work do you want to do with us?"

I explained the agreement I made with Deer Bringer.

She asked,

"What of our needs? Weapons are good, but we must have breeders."

I said,

"Castrate only the least productive captives to keep for yourselves."

She asked,

"Why should I put my daughters in danger to get this livestock for your sky tribe?"

I said,

"There is a transport full of weapons. It will drop this afternoon. If you let me speak with my chief, I can tell him that our partner has changed."

She said,

"I shall let you talk to your chief if you can summon him by this magic obsidian."

I called Mark and told him everything that happened.

He said,

"Let me speak to this Chief Bloody Claw."

I gave the phone to her.

Bloody Claw looked at Mark on the screen, and said,

"What is that on your face small one?"

Mark waited for the translation and said,

"That is a goatee and mustache if you are referring to my facial hair."

Bloody Claw showed disgust and said,

"I want to talk with you in person, not by means of some dickless breeder."

Mark agreed and said,

"But if you should hurt Amanda, we will take action against you, and we'll find someone willing to work with us by our terms."

Bloody Claw said,

"I shall castrate and seal the vagina of anyone who hurts your wife."

I saw the tattooed one's green slanted eyes widen as she heard this.

Mark agreed to the terms.

After a few hours, I heard the engines of the shuttle.

Everyone there was astonished to see the shuttle land.

Mark and his bots came out with guns.

He called to me, and I went to him.

Mark said,

"My God Amanda! I thought they wouldn't harm you!"

I said,

"This was all before our agreement."

Mark grew angry, but only said,

"Get her a set of clothes!"

A bot found a uniform and handed it to me.

Bloody Claw approached us tentatively.

She looked at Mark and was astonished by his muscles and asked,

"Is it true what the dickless one says? You are without a vagina!"

Mark ignored her and asked me if I was okay.

I said,

"I think so."

The bots marched into a line, and the hermaphrodites began to touch them marveling at the smooth metallic gleam of their bodies.

Mark ordered the bots to demonstrate how to use the tranquilizer rifles, and they shot out blank darts.

He explained how long the sedatives lasted and how many darts was fatal to the victim. He also gave tips on how to shoot, but said that the darts were heat seeking, so accuracy was not too important so long as the enemy is scattered, and a shooter can avoid hitting the same target many times.

We got on board with the bots, and left the Bloody Claw to distribute the weapons to her daughters for the next raid.

Chapter 3

On the ship, I was happy to eat food that I didn't have to regurgitate to avoid dying from or nutrient paste which I was close to vomiting up every time I ate it.

Mark was with me as I ate and he said,

"You have their respect, Amanda. Stay in good standing, because you are our link to the hermaphrodites."

I said,

"It is an honor to be our ambassador to them sir."

Mark said,

"An honor? It's just a job Amanda. Remember what you told me about these people when they raided the original tribe you were with. They are inherently violent -- even by human standards. They are animals -- livestock. Remember that."

I said,

"Of course."

He said,

"Shall I give you a tour of the factory? We just got done installing some of the units into their milk machines."

We went to the lower decks of the ship via an elevator, and then we stepped up to a doorway. Mark pressed his badge against the screen and a robotic voice recited the rules about visitors in restricted areas, and Mark said,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I accept full responsibility for any damage to property or reputation caused by the visitor..."

It took a full five minutes for him to recite the whole policy back to the machine.

When the doors unlocked, Mark handed me a pair of headphones, and said,

"It'll be very loud. Best to protect your hearing."

I put on the headphones, and I could hear Mark through their speakers, but our footsteps and all other noise went silent.

When the doors opened, I could hear the sound of pumps as though they were very far away. I could see that the machines were only a few yards away from me.

Rows and rows of naked hermaphrodites laid out on their bellies. Their lower legs were contained in a steal casing, and their arms were up above their heads and all of it was consumed by another steel casing down to the arm pits.

All that was visible were thighs and a torsos. A cushion held them up by their hips just above their penises and on their sternum just between their breasts.

Clear plastic suction cups engulfed and engorged their nipples, and each had a big vacuum tube sucking their cocks.

As I approached, I could hear the moans of a particular hermaphrodite. I could see a thrust machine fucked her pussy with a dildo in a manner in which the thrusts were shallow and fast.

A tube lead out of her rectum and a thin one merged with it on the way to a wast tank.

I followed the tubes of the suction pumps and could see that the ones on the nipples lead to a collection chamber which had a serial number and the label, 'MILK.' Her penis throbbed, and ejaculate squirted into the pump and went through a tube leading to a tank with the same serial number but labeled, 'SEMEN.'

I looked out at the rows and columns of rows of hermaphrodites and saw that there was a pair of collection buckets for every one.

Mark said,

"They have been induced to a virtual world to keep them aroused during the milking. We also have an iv hook up which supplies them with hormones to induce lactation and spermatogenesis. We have achieved continuous ejaculation and lactation by stimulating their vagina's while pumping them. These units are in a constant state of orgasm while living a complete life in the simulation."

I said,

"They sound conscious."

Mark said,

"They are halfway conscious. It is needed for full immersion in the simulation. Tests showed that we could wipe a person's memory and make them believe their real lives are in the simulation. On New Mars, this product was disastrous for our colonies there which is why it has been banned as a schedule one reality distortion -- only for rare therapeutic use."

I asked if I could touch a hermaphrodite. He gave me permission.

I stroked the back of the one in front of me and she moved.

Mark said,

"Congratulations! You are now a ghost!"

I asked him what he meant and he said,

"Since you are outside her reality, and you have just given her a sensation, she just felt your touch, but has no idea how or why she felt it."

I thought,

"This is really fucked up."

I asked Mark,

"How long will they be milked like this?"

He said,

"Until the quality of the fluids are subpar, we run out of room and want to replace the less productive units with more productive ones, or until death."

I had more questions, but I didn't want to know anymore than I did now.

Mark took me on a tour of the rest of the factory explaining how automated tools sampled each hermaphrodite's fluids to find Soma concentrations, and to track her productivity, and if all was well, then her milk and cum would be accepted into the collective batch of each fluid, and then there were some chemical processes which isolated and dried the Soma so that it could be made into a pill to be shipped across the parsec.

Mark said,

"No one knows how we obtain our raw materials except you and management. We cannot let this information get out into the rest of the ship. Even the people who installed everything were told the extractors were for a strange kind of plant we found."

I said,

"I understand, sir. I will not tell anyone."

Over the next months, the ship became a station which sat as far away from the moon as the planet. We brought materials from the system's asteroid belt to expand our station.

We opened what became known as "Bioreactors" which were just the milking stations. Each reactor had a grade based on the output and quality of the 'substrate' produced by each "unit."

I finally went down to the surface to give Bloody Claw ammo, and she packed another batch of slaves on our large transports.

Bloody Claw said,

"I am not sure we can keep this supply. My daughters are growing tired of raiding. They have enough wives to impregnate every day of the year. The people left to conquer are strong. With your weapons, we can do it, but it will still be a diminished number we can send you."

I said,

"Just keep it up. I'm sure you can start building monuments or something with the excess wives."

She said,

"Perhaps, but my daughters will not fight so that I can glorify myself in stone."

I said,

"Well, find something they like, promise them a lot of it, and tell them the only way is to get more slaves, and that in order to get more slaves, you need our weapons, and so you need to harvest more slaves for us."

Bloody Claw said,

"I will try to reason with them."

I left and worked with Mark on making the milking process more efficient.

I returned a few months later.

Bloody Claw had no slaves.

Chapter 4

"Where are the slaves?" I demanded.

Bloody Claw said,

"We cannot cross the great mountains of the West. I have conquered all there is in the plains."

I asked,

"Why can't you go into the forests?"

Bloody Claw said,

"My daughters won't go."

I asked why and she said,

"We took so many slaves for ourselves that even those of us who haven't seeded have wives to tend the gardens. My daughters are content. They are tired of fighting."

I said,

"What do I tell my chief!"

Bloody Claw fell into a somber state and said,

"I know what you will do if we do not keep warring. Eventually, your tribe will conquer mine, and we'll be sent into your slavery as we sent our enemies."

I said,

"Then you understand the costs of not continuing."

She said,

"I do. I have told my daughters, but they do not care."

I said,

"Bloody Claw, I have come to know you, and I don't want to see you enslaved, and I wish I weren't threatening you right now, but you have to do something! When those transports get to my station empty, Mark will want to know what happened, and I don't know what to tell him."

Bloody Claw looked at me with a heartbroken face, and I turned away.

I called Mark who asked why the transports were arriving so early.

I told him the news.

He said,

"I will have to send in the droids to capture them. I'll have to institute a furlough for a few weeks so that no one at the station catches on. You've done good work, but we have done all we can in this region. We'll need to do this again somewhere else on the planet."

An idea illuminated my mind, and my spirits shot up and I said,

"What about farming?"

Mark asked,

"What do you mean, farming?"

What if Bloody Claw took vassals in the forests who gave us samples, and if the tribes rebelled, then she could conquer them and castrate them for wives?"

Mark asked,

"How long do you think it will take for her to do this?"

I told him I didn't know.

He said I had a week, and redirected the transports back.

When the ships touched back down, Bloody Claw looked at them with terror, thinking they were back for her, but I told her what I talked Mark into, and she said,

"But how do I get my daughters to do this?"

I said,

"We use your reputation! The tribes in the forests know of you right?"

Bloody Claw said yes.

I said,

"Then send someone to extort them!"

Bloody Claw said,

"It seems you are doing to us what you ask us to do to others."

I said,

"I know how you feel."

We looked out at the plains from the Yurt for a while, and then I felt Bloody Claw touch my thigh.

I looked at her and she let her hand go up my waist and then she slid it around to my nape and massaged me there.

I felt excitement and relief mix in me as I realized what she was doing.

What my clitoris wanted overruled my forethought.

I took off my clothes.

She took off hers, and I saw her erection spring up.

I put my hand around it and saw that I could barely wrap my hand around it.

I licked Bloody Claw's urethra which was almost big enough for me to fit the tip of my tongue in.

I let out some spit and gently rubbed it about her penis. I crawled up to Bloody Claw's body and embraced her, and stuck her penis in my vagina.

I was filled by the tip, so I wiggled and twisted myself around.

Bloody Claw bucked her hips.

I looked over my ass at her and I could see she was overwhelmed by the feeling she had for me, so I twisted around to face her, and she moaned as the walls of my vagina rubbed against her tip.

I reached below, and began to carefully massage Bloody Claw's balls, and then, I slid the fingers of my free hand into her vagina, and I began massaging.

Bloody Claw tried to press deeper, so I pulled up to avoid being impaled, and then I felt her cum inside me, and the feeling of warmth in my body sent me over the edge, and I fell down on Bloody Claw's Cock, and bucked my hips as I had an orgasm.

She had another as well, and I forget how long we came together for.

When we were done, we laid in the yurt together, and I listened to the village life outside our tent filled with laughter and my thoughts migrated to Deer Bringer's celebration on the eve of Bloody Claw's attack. I wondered how Crow Follower was. I had avoided finding out since I began working with Bloody Claw. I didn't really get to know her anyway.

I saw Bloody Claw had fallen asleep while I thought.

I decided to look for Crow Follower, but before I could leave the yurt, the laughing stopped, and I heard some of the adults scream.

Bloody Claw woke and tore open the flap to her yurt, running out.

I followed.

I said,

"Oh my God. Mark, what have you done?"

Security bots marched slowly through the camp, shooting everyone with tranquilizers.

Bloody Claw took up a rifle.

She raised it, aimed it at one of the robots, and fired.

It didn't fire, not that the darts would have an effect on the metal security bots.

Many warriors charged at the bots with rifles, but none of them fired.

I realized Mark had disabled them all remotely.

I said,

"Let's get to the shuttle!"

Bloody Claw and I sprinted across the grass and dodged darts the whole way.

When we made it to the shuttle, I tried to turn on the engine.

Mark had disabled the shuttle as well.

The door to the vessel wouldn't even shut, and the last thing I remember was the robot which shot us with darts.

I woke up in my quarters on the station.

Chapter 5

My door wouldn't open.

I logged into my computer, and called Mark on the meeting software, and he answered with his video on so I could face him.

He said,

"Hello Amanda. I am sorry for the tranquilizer. I am afraid our bots weren't set to be so discriminating to spare you. A technical issue I promise."

I felt too angry, tired, and grieved to keep a professional face and said,

"Where the fuck did you put Bloody Claw?"

Mark said,

"The sim we put her in is a pleasant one I assure you."

I said,

"You said I had a week!"

He said,

"I'm sorry about the deception, Amanda. Your involvement with the natives posed a risk to your loyalty to the company. It was to be expected. You are only human, and I'd feel the same as you if I were you. When you are calm, we will let you out of your cell."

I said,

"How long is that going to be?"

Mark said,

"That's up to you -- in a way. We'll monitor your vitals and behavior. When HR thinks you are ready, we'll let you out."

Without warning, Mark exited the meeting.

I screamed.

I called him back incessantly until he blocked me.

I sat in my quarters and cried for hours.

I spent a lot of time watching videos and reading, trying to forget what had just happened.

I wanted my time with Bloody Claw to turn into a distant dream so I could move on.

It was at this point, my door finally opened.

Mark stood there.

I stood up.

He stepped away, and I walked out.

I said,

"Show me where she is."

Mark said,

"It is in the third substation, serial number 568008."

I ran the whole way to the substation, but my badge did not give me access.

Mark sauntered up behind me and said,

"It is impossible for you to see her anyway. Her semen and breast milk production are both in the top one percent."

I said,

"Mark, you really are a bastard for this."

He said,

"No, Amanda. Those things are bastards - especially the one you are so attached to. We interviewed some of the ones from the old clan and they told us how they were castrated and made breeders. Bloody Claw is a monster, and given she is just a dime a dozen on this world, I can't feel much compassion or guilt for her fate or our work."

I said,

"It was you who gave them weapons. It was you who wanted to make them more powerful. You made this situation worse!"

Mark said,

"No. Before we got involved, they castrated everyone they conquered. Only a tenth were castrated when we intervened."

I said,

"What did you do the the castrated ones?"

Mark said,

"We've instituted the farming system you came up with. We will take semen from our best producers and make a new generation which will grow up in the wild, and then we'll harvest them when they are mature. Hopefully our farm system will push the averages in volume and concentration up."

I said,

"That is so sick."

Mark said,

"It was your idea, Amanda. In fact, I think I will make sure you get credit. I don't want to steal credit for a good idea."

I couldn't say anything. I had been defeated. I fell to my knees and cried.

I punched Mark in the jaw.

He fell back and rubbed where my knuckles struck him, and said,

"Fuck! Amanda, I understand you are upset, but -- fuck! Go back to your quarters! If your not there in the next ten minutes, I'll have a bot escort you there forcefully!"

I said,

"What are you going to do Mark? Fire me?"

Mark said,

"Actually, I have asked upper management to give you a promotion and have you train a team to do what you did all over Futanari."

I said,

"There's no way I'm doing that!"

Mark said,

"Okay. I understand. I can always send someone else to start over."

Mark sighed as the security bot came for me.

He said,

"Amanda, I'm unhappy this didn't work out."

The bot took me to my room again where I stewed in loathing for everything my life had become. I hated Dionysus Corp. I hated Mark. I hated myself.

Mark called me on my computer.

I didn't answer.

He opened the com anyway and said through my speaker,

"Amanda, I have great news! I haggled successfully with the managers, and they agreed to give you an early pension! Five-hundred-million credits a month adjustable with inflation! I know it's not a fortune, but you won't have to worry about rent ever again! Also, if you ever do forgive me, I would be happy to work with you on something else. Anyway, tell us where you want to go for vacation, and we'll arrange a trip. The flight will be on the house, and we'll give you all your accrued PTO, so you can get a place to stay for a while and a shuttle rental."

I wound up going to a vice planet called Attis for a few months and had a lot of debasing quick sex with a lot of different men. I would even go as far to say I was raped a few times, but I didn't really care. Some afternoons I woke up with someone's cum inside me, and I didn't even remember having sex. I remembered guys forcing me to do things I didn't want to, but I didn't put up a very big fight.

Now, I cry when I remember what I can from that time.

A few months into my bender, Mark caught me at a bar.

He tracked my company phone.

He sent me a text saying my PTO was over. There was still a place for me at the company if I chose to accept. He told me I should let him talk to me in person -- when I was sober of course.

I decided to meet him. It was the only interview I ever had where I was hung over.

After the pleasantries we discussed business.

Mark started by saying,

"Production of Soma is growing exponentially."

I asked Mark,

"How much do you charge now that you have produced so much?"

Mark said,

"The price is coming down, so more people are able to buy it. This is the greatest humanitarian accomplishment since the cure for cancer or the omnivax! No more trading pain for addiction!"

I said,

"Yet no one knows the truth about the raw materials."

Mark said,

"Not even the people on the station know. Our security is amazing."

I asked,

"Don't you worry about me? A disgruntled employee who knows all and can tell all."

Mark said,

"No. Even if you start making vids about it, we'll just deny it. We won't even sue you, and no one will believe you."

I couldn't take Mark's contentment. I literally threatened to expose Dionysus Corp, and he just blew me off!

He was right though. No one would know. Surly the farms were automated to some extent and the only people at the farms were the livestock. No one would believe me.

At that moment I couldn't stand Mark and finally asked,

"There are so many alien races out there which we have befriended. They are far more different from us than the hermaphrodites, yet we treat hermaphrodites as though they are cows!"

Mark slumped in his chair and said,

"We farm them, Amanda, because we can, and there is something to be gained for our people in doing so. I am sure there are plenty of planets where this is the case. Why do you think we and other companies restrict access to whole solar systems? Because there are things done to make our lives better which are immoral."

I asked,

"What's the job?"

He said,

"Sim creation."

I said,

"Anyone can do that."

Mark said,

"True. You might not even be good at it, but I thought you'd want to help your old friend."

I asked,

"What's the pay?"

Mark said,

"Fifty-thousand a month."

I said,

"Damn, that's my old salary for a lot less responsibility."

Mark said,

"It won't hurt your pension any either -- more money than you've ever made."

I said,

"No deal."

Mark said he understood, drank a shot of whiskey and started walking away, but before he could leave I asked,

"Do you take Soma?"

He stopped, and looked at the floor without a word for a long while before saying,

"Amanda, pull yourself together one day. You don't deserve the blame."