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 Rerani Flowers
   by Nysidra
   Erotic Sci-Fi (MF, powerplay, servitude, alien)
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   All this talk of aliens taking us over.
   I guess no one stopped to wonder what would happen if we found them
first, conquered their land, took their resources - all of their resources.
Well, that wouldn't make for nearly as dramatic a tale.  That would just be
reality.
   That was our reality now.
   We discovered a humanoid species from another galaxy, trusting and
gullible.  Humanity has done this before.
   We were born and bred on colonialism and dominion.  We knew how to play
this hand: a gift in one hand and a weapon tucked behind our back.
   They loved corn, of all things.  The stuff we once packed into every
manufactured food became a precious commodity, a way to tame the Rerani
species.  Corn, corn syrup, corn meal - forget about it.  That would be
like trying to eat diamonds.  Who wants to eat when you can spend?
   Spend we did.  We bought their compliance just long enough to weaken
them, to make them ours.
   This did not happen overnight.  I imagine a century ago there were
protests, outspoken pleas to be kind to these creatures.  It could have
been us, but it wasn't.
   I paid less than I expected for a female bud.  You would think more
people would buy an untrained female, but no, flowers were the more
expensive kind - beaten and trained to act in a specific way.  Seems to
take all the fun away if you ask me.
   She was quiet, shy, huddled in her cage, not making a sound.  The men
carried the her out in a cage and loaded her in the back of my truck.  It
had rollers, so I wouldn't need help getting her out once I got back to the
house.
   Paper work.  Lots of paper work: bill of sale, rights of ownership.  The
process was tedious, but could get done in a day if you went early.  That
is what I did.
   Books, pamphlets, manuals - these came with buds and flowers alike.  I
took them though I had already spent weeks reading all about the Rerani
species and their care.
   I rolled her into the room I had prepared for her training.  It looked
like a cell, but it was really for her acclimation and protection.  The
cage rolled into the corner and each wheel set into its own depression.
   If I ever needed to transport her again, I could always use the cage. 
They were designed to hold her even after flowering, provided she was not
fed too much.
   I sat down in front of the cage door.  I picked her immediately in my
mind, but played it cool, let them show me other buds, a few flowers.  Our
eyes met occasionally, but I revealed nothing.
   She was large for her age and would grow tall, maybe even a bit heavy.
They told me she was too shy, but might take well to mute training.
   Their designs for her did not interest me, that's why I wanted a bud. 
The only thing she had been taught was to cherish corn.
   She hadn't even been taught language beyond what she needed for the
facility.  The few commands she knew had been written down.  She was
anything I wanted, provided I had the skill and she had the ability.  With
a prospect like that, my life took on new meaning and satisfaction.
   The bud crawled to the cage door, her orange red eyes glimmered like
sunstone.  Her skin was a faint bluish white, from the silver in their
blood, but not a ghastly dark grey blue.  It was much lighter, like a hint
of blueberry.
   Blue, that's what I'd call my little bud.  Not a creative name, compared
with calling a new puppy Rex or Spot.  Plenty of Blues in households around
the planet.  I needed to think of something better than that.
   I unlatched the cage and opened the door.  She kept crawling out and
held her hand out just over my leg, waiting for me to stop her.  I didn't.
She crawled into my lap and wrapped her arms around me.  I wrapped my arms
around her.
   Looking as she did, the amount of warmth she generated confused me. 
Having her in my bed on a cold night would be a treat.  Like a puppy, she
trembled in my embrace.  Did I feel cold to her?
   I picked up the bottle of corn syrup and water.  A treat to settle her
nerves.  She took a few sips and those sunstone eyes brightened like
reflectors.  I cradled her in my arm and played in the soft black hairs on
her pubis mound.  Very soft, like a patch of down.  I liked this very much.
   I moved to the short hair on her head - closely cropped, not as soft. 
Fine, oily black curls.
   My hand explored her body.  Oh, how much longer could I have waited
before doing this?  Her eyes closed while she pulled on the fine elixir. 
The nipple of the bottle had tiny holes, she'd have to suck hard to get
much more than a drop from the large teat.  This was by design.  A clever
invention that I tried myself.  My jaw went sore after a minute or two.
   She had no idea that this was the beginning of her training.  I took a
special blend of chemicals and supplements that would cause my bodily
fluids to mimic the flavor and sweetness of whole kernel corn.  I palmed
her tiny breasts, circled the blue-brown nipple with the pad of my thumb
until it formed a wide, flat nub.  Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled
around the teat.
   As long as she sucked on that bottle, I was going to feel her skin -
soft and a bit slick.  They oiled the girls down after purchase with a
medicine that helped boost their immune system and relax them.  All Rerani
received the same treatment - flower or bud.
   Her mouth must have tired.  The moment she went slack I set the bottle
aside.  Her eyes went wide and she followed its path.  She looked at me,
then the bottle.
   "No."
   Cute pout.
   ***
   Two weeks with my bud.  I named her Raven.  The red eyes, dark hair,
blue skin - better than Blue.  She watched my every move, always with that
uncertain and fearful stare.  She may have been a bud, but the Rerani were
not held in isolation.  She knew her fate, if not the details.
   The day following her arrival and every day since for a month was a
struggle.  All too soon I learned why buds were cheap and flowers were held
in high regard.  The tranquilizer wore off and I had a hellion on my hands.
Fiery, willful, defiant.
   I entered the room carrying her bottle, a little extra syrup in it this
time, if she earned it.  She hadn't tasted of its nectar in a week.  I kept
an eye on her, walking by her room often, peering through the glass.  I had
an intercom where I could listen, a video monitor that I could turn on at
night.
   Her eyes went to the bottle.  She worried her bottom lip.
   "Ready."
   She crawled out of her cage, the door never locked.  In the center of
her room she stood, holding her hair off her neck, elbows straight out.  I
fastened the soft collar around her throat.  The lead should remain slack
unless she wanted to choke herself, and Raven choked herself on this collar
several times, nearly passing out.  If it tightened, then no force could
remove it except mine - she would have to hold still while I manually
cranked the bind down.
   I let her pass out once.  She woke tied between her whipping posts.  I
didn't want to resort to such measures, but I was not going to spend my
life playing tug of war with her.  Deep blue lines cut across her beautiful
back.  They would heal, but it disgusted me to see her marred.  I made no
secret of my frown.
   She bit me, kicked me, scratched, spit.  I did not let a single
infraction go unpunished.  For the culmination, she had been fed only that
which she needed to survive.  Two weeks without a major infraction on her
part deserved a reward.
   "Follow." I turned with the lead in hand and the bottle in the other. 
She followed me through the house and out the back door into the garden. 
The sun wasn't up yet, birds singing a chaotic song.
   Did I regret her purchase?  Not at all.  I was her beginning and end. 
The way ahead was hard and jagged, but the rewards would be sweeter.  The
lead remained slack, she walked behind me.  Naked, barefoot to the bathing
pool.
   "Down."
   She went on her hands and knees beside the pool.  All good thus far.  I
wet the cloth and set to washing her, starting at her feet and working
toward her head.  When finished, she would smell of mint and lavender and
the richness of butter.
   The whole while, her bottle sat within her line of sight.  She didn't
reach for it, didn't make a grab for it.  Thinking my hands were too busy,
she once tried to run and that was the day I let her pass out.  The lead
was clipped to my belt.
   One day she would not need the collar or the lead.  It would become an
internal object.
   "Thirst." She didn't whisper.  Her voice was soft, muted, as if only
thinking to say the word.
   "Hunger?"
   "Hunger.  Thirst."
   I dried her off and handed her the bottle.  "Follow."
   My smile was a private one.  She carried the bottle but did not drink
from it.  I lead her to the kitchen and sat her down, the lead attached to
the d-ring under the table.
   "Suck."
   She giggled as the bottle went to her lips.  I left her to it while I
made her something to eat.  A good start to the day.  Raven was making an
effort.  No doubt her curious mind had begun to wonder how I might act if
she behaved.  Would it be worth her time to do as I said?  Or was I cruel
no matter what?
   This was the natural inclination of an intelligent creature, learn the
rules and operate within them, adapt to new surroundings.  No one in the
camps would know what I wanted, how I wanted my flower.  Only I could teach
this skill.
   While her food heated I walked behind her chair and massaged her
breasts, circled and tweaked her nipples.  She leaned back, hummed and
sucked on her bottle, her cheeks moving as she worked her jaw muscles. 
Yes, keeping her off the bottle for a while meant her mouth didn't have as
much of a workout, but the trick was that she would view this as a reward,
not training.
   Food ready, I set the plate down before her.  Again, she looked at me
first, then the plate, but her mouth did not stop moving, though I saw the
lack of enthusiasm.
   "Stop."
   She set the bottle down on the table and worked her jaw.
   "Eat."
   Not a queen's meal by any stretch, but corn cakes would be new for her.
New, and hence, the best she'd had since in my care.  She moaned over the
food, almost shaking with enjoyment as she scarfed the cakes into her
mouth.
   I gave her a few, enough to make the scarcity plain.  They were packed
with nutrition, more than what she needed for survival.  If she misbehaved,
at least she would not starve, though she might feel like it.
   So many think the way to a Rerani's heart is through pain and
intimidation.  It is one of many roads.  I planned to pave them all.
   ***
   I focused on Raven's behavior and commands for that first month. 
Consistency, reinforcement, reward, punishment.  She earned amenities and
furniture, time outside her room.  I let my hands wander while she used the
bottle, when I bathed her, and while I read the news in the evening - if
she had behaved that day.  I played in the hairs covering her mound, the
outer lips, but I did not touch her more intimately save for when I bathed
her.
   It wasn't as hard to avoid as you would think.  I had a goal in mind,
and until I reached that goal, I would not let something like lust distract
me.
   Raven would come to me first.
   I chained her to a ring in the floor in my living room for this
demonstration I had planned.  I rarely took in visitors, but during the
process of learning about the Rerani, their ownership and training, I met a
few people.  One of them was going to bring his flower over for a visit. 
He'd bought her as a flower for a very specific purpose.  Spending so much
to work so hard was not something Jason had time for.
   Jason's flower was gorgeous.  It was hard not to notice her right away.
Poise, presence, and that glow.  She was much lighter colored than Raven.
Those fetch a higher price as well.  Her breasts were larger.  She didn't
wear a collar or do anything without Jason's instruction.
   Raven came to attention the moment the flower entered into the room. 
Riveted to their every interaction, her body strained with desire.  What
were they saying?  What should she do?  Why was there another here?
   Jason's flower was beautiful, but I didn't want Raven to turn into this.
Jason wanted a breathing robot and he had one, purely command driven,
without a thought of her own.  They started with drinks and a meal.  I set
Raven's plate down in front of her - no delicacies, but no punishment, a
normal meal.
   "Want me to show you what she can do?"
   "Please do."
   "Bitch, open."
   I watched, holding back my distaste.  This was not my flower, so what
did I care of the command?  She went to task, presenting herself in such a
way that availed her mouth, pussy, or ass.  When I told Raven to open, I
only ever meant her mouth, and only so that I could inspect her teeth.
   "Want to use her?"
   "No.  Go ahead.  Just want a demonstration for my bud here."
   "A good one or a warning?"
   "Make it good.  She's a bud yet."
   "How long have you had her?"
   "Nearly two months."
   Jason laughed at this as he removed his pants.  "Two months?  Man, you
are a weird one.  This one was with me an hour before I used every hole she
had."
   "She was also a flower."
   He laughed again and slid inside her pussy.  The flower performed as she
had been trained, writhing and moaning, egging him on.  A performance, a
play act that she was very good at, but I knew it was only an act.
   "What does your wife think?"
   "Think?  She loves it.  I get what I want, any way I want, and when I
want to have a cuddle with her, then I'm good.  This one serves to please
me.  That's the way it should be.  So, what are you keeping the blueberry
for?  Maid?  Service?"
   "My discretion." I said.  The same thing I told the camp.  He came
inside her and leaned over her panting for several seconds.
   "Do you take supplements?"
   "Hell no.  My wife says it's gross.  Plus, I don't need it.  Like I
said, she'll take to my prick no matter what.  You?"
   "Thought about it."
   "Use her." Jason pulled out and held his cock to her lips.  Dutifully,
she sucked and licked him clean.
   I thought about it.  Even stood up and stroked myself a bit.  I think I
would have if not for the look on Raven's face.  When you spend every
waking moment studying the behavior and personality of a creature, even the
most subtle changes are readily apparent.  She was picking at her yellow
painted toe nail.  Polish is one of those rewards she earned.
   After teaching her the art of it, Raven liked to paint her fingers and
toes the most outlandish and varied colors.  Today was lemon yellow toes
and sherbet orange fingers.  She picked at her nails whenever she was
nervous, unhappy, worried.  Without the chewing of her lip, there wasn't
much in the way of hopefulness.  These little tells helped me get a sense
of her inner workings and led to fewer punishments and more progress.
   I felt along the flower's outer labia.  Smooth.  "Shaved?"
   "Waxed.  Tip to tail."
   I made a low sound.  It may have sounded like a pensive sound to them,
but Raven understood it to be a precursor to punishment.  I never yelled at
her or showered her with meaningless words.  Subtlety carried a heavier
weight.  Jason didn't know how plastic his flower was, how internalized her
own thoughts and ambitions had become.  "I'll pass."
   "Take her mouth if you don't want seconds.  She keeps her rectum
available too."
   "No." I put my semi-erect cock away and continued to observe her
unflinching stance.  "Implants?"
   "Oh yeah.  I wanted to fuck her tits.  It's a premium for natural.  She
was already so well trained and pretty.  I paid for the augmentation
later."
   "Do you take her mouth or does she do the work?"
   "Either." Jason sat on the edge of the chair.  "Bitch.  Come get it."
   She strolled over to him, each movement a perfect dance, swaying and
crawling.  Each movement meant to tantalize.  It was a perfect show. 
Flowers could be trained for performance, and it seemed 'Bitch' was such a
Rerani.
   I sat down and watched them, stroking my own cock.  Thinking about the
day when Raven discovered what I tasted like, how it would feel.  When she
wanted, craved what only I could give her.
   The flower put on quite a show of licking his cock, sucking on his
balls, her hands massaged his thighs.  Raven's glimmering red eyes danced
between the show and my hand.  She wasn't picking her toe any longer, only
watching, enraptured, wondering.
   "Have you tasted her?"
   "Yeah," Jason sighed and he held the back of her head.  He directed her
movements.  Not exactly of her own volition, but it was his flower.  He
treated her the way he wanted.  "I told Marian I didn't like the taste, but
fuck.  When no one is looking, hell yeah, I try to get a bit of her nectar.
Rerani don't get wet like real women do.  Good thing." He laughed and
moaned.  His eyes closed.
   Real women have real arousal.  My fingers have slipped over Raven's
outer lips before.  Usually at night while lying in my lap as I massaged
her body.  Was she wet now?  I wanted to check, but I didn't think I could
resist a taste.  Jason's flower had put on an effective show.
   Afterward I saw them out.  Raven was positively anxious, shifting
positions, but never tightening the slack on her lead.
   While putting the dishes away and cleaning, the soft roll of her voice
said a word I never taught her.  "Liam?"
   Even posed as a question.
   "A moment, Raven." Could it be true?  I didn't know what to expect, but
the thrill of uncertainty had me intrigued.  I entered the living room and
looked down at my bud.  "Yes?" She looked at my crotch and back up to me. I
had lost most of my arousal until she said my name.
   "Down."
   She got on all fours immediately.
   I felt between her legs and got more than I'd bargained for.  Her thighs
were soaking wet.  Clear, thick liquid coated my fingers.  Good behavior
deserved a reward.  I caressed her inner labia with two fingers, stroked
her slit.  Her body rocked slightly and she stilled, looked over her
shoulder.
   "Mmm hmm," my signal for her to continue.
   I took my fingers away and unhooked the lead.  "Follow."
   I took her to my bedroom.  For this, she was good enough to do more than
watch me dress or shower.  I removed my clothes.  My cock was so hard it
hurt, weeped with the nectar that would make her my flower.
   Now was the time.  I couldn't wait another second.  Good behavior came
with its own rewards.  I removed the collar and set it on the dresser.  I
took a breath to steady myself.  "Taste."
   A command she was familiar with before I introduced a new food to her,
usually a delicious one.  She leaned forward, staring at me the entire
time, and licked the arousal from the head of my cock.
   She moved back, but not so far that I couldn't feel the heat of her
breath.  Her eyes burned bright, respiration turned heavy.  I made sure
that until this moment, she had not gotten nearly as close to her ambrosia
as she was this moment.
   Raven whimpered low in her throat, begging.
   I backed away.
   "Be a good girl, Raven, and you get good things."
   "Liam." She stared at my cock and licked her lips.  Her nipples were two
fat nubs on her chest.
   "Suck." I pointed to my cock and braced myself.
   Raven latched onto me, her new bottle.  All that training of her jaws
was more than I anticipated.  Fuck!  Her mouth was a machine, pulling on my
shaft.  Pain and need.  I groaned and pinched her nipples, twisted them
while grinding in her mouth.  When she sucked too hard I pushed inside. 
She would gag a little and back off, but not too much.  She never released
me.
   Fuck.  This was worth it.  I had something she wanted, and she didn't
even know it yet.  All my Raven had was a taste, a hint.  She didn't know
what lie in wait for her.
   I came quick and the suction never quit.  She pulled the ejaculated from
my balls while her own body trembled.
   "Yes, Raven.  Good." Panting and moaning pleasure became desperation. 
She didn't fucking stop.  I didn't want her to stop.  The best part was
over this painful horizon.  I shuddered and trembled and she didn't falter.
Soon I was hard again, fucking her mouth, stroking her pussy.
   Fuck.  I needed to taste her.  I leaned down and put my face in her
cunt. At first, I didn't see anything special.  Just a wet pussy, rocking
on my tongue.  Both of us moaning and sucking.  Then it began to hit me,
like some kind of drug, a drug that made me need more of her.
   I nearly passed out from the second orgasm, and the pain after was just
that much more acute.  I needed to get my face out of her pussy and tell
her to stop.  Damn the pain, I just wanted more of her nectar, more of her
drug.  She was mine.  When she came it flowed from her like fresh fount of
sap, thick, sugary.
   Most owners got a few drops and considered themselves fortunate.  My bud
was aroused and feeding me.
   "Stop," I finally squawked after the third orgasm.  Fuck, I just
couldn't go for another round.
   She let go of me, stroked my side.  "Liam.  Suck."
   Great idea.  I took to her pussy, drinking her nectar.  When she rolled
me onto my back and sat on my face I opened my mouth and extended my tongue
for her to fuck.  I should have fucked this pussy.  Oh, but drinking from
her was its own reward.
   "Good, Liam.  Suck." She moaned as she came again.
   Now I know why they train them, keep them from producing this elixir in
mass supply.  I'd be scared of it too if I knew better.  If I knew how weak
I might be to it.
   She pulled off my face, leaving me gasping and drained.  I was high,
floating and flying and soaring.  She stretched out on my side wrapped her
arms and legs around me, then kissed me, licked my face.
   "Yes, Liam.  Good." She whispered before we fell asleep.
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Written: August 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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