Chapter 0 - The First Job (Oral, Breeding, Threesome)


Varren was world-class scum. A smuggler, weapons dealer, mercenary for hire, and insatiable womanizer. And he was fucking proud of all those things. He couldn’t help his libido was out of this world, not when he was one of the children born to a company genetics project to enhance human genes and physical abilities. Sure he’d fucked his way through a dozen systems and had more than a dozen bastard kids….what of it? Just meant he was good breeding stock, according to him. 





The man’s nostrils burned with the scent of piss-tasting liquor and deathstick smoke. The grimy brothel and bar he’d been frequenting wasn’t the cleanest, nor the prettiest. Neon lights strobed above, bathing the room in glows of blue, purple and red. The lights gave Varren a headache, but the pleasure he felt at the moment far, far outweighed the pain of a little head throb.





The whore laying on his table was a beauty. Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lovely toned figure. And her pussy! It clung to his cock like a vice, warm, wet and snug just like he loved em. He fucked her with every ounce of his stamina, making her whine in pleasure and pain as he claimed her. Thankfully the brothel kept the girls in good condition, which was really the only reason he bothered with the place. Not that he hadn’t fucked some….less than clean whores in his past. Thankfully, whatever gene-therapy that weird Wayrick company did to him in utero made him immune to just about every disease imaginable….well, mostly immune.





He was a dashing man himself, hence the surname he gave himself. Sharp yellow eyes were just a byproduct of the gene-treatments. He also had sleek black hair, thick and kept combed back in a mullet, with a sharply trimmed beard. Few women ever turned their noses up at him, and hell….even when they did he sometimes took them anyway. So long as they felt good, what did it matter if he needed to be rough to...coerce them.





Yes, truly he was a man with few morals. But that suited him fine, morals got in the way. Life was too short to not enjoy it to the fullest, he was a hedonist through and through. 





Grunting out deep moans as he fucked the whore he turned his head to kiss the second girl he’d bought for tonight. The second whore was also human, a redhead with long curly hair. He kissed her aggressively before pulling back and moaned sharply as he came into the first whore, filling her core. “Probably just pumped out another bastard kid. Heh, hope you enjoy raising him hon. But hey, you can’t do much better gene-wise than me.” He thought to himself as he pulled out and sat in his chair. “Ride me.” He ordered the second whore.





She obeyed eagerly, straddling his lap and lowering herself onto his still rigid cock. A throaty moan escaped her as she began to ride him slowly, too slowly for his tastes. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, groaning in pleasure as he filled her with every inch. “Yeah, take it girl. You love it.” He whispered as he sucked on her breasts and pinched her nipples.





“Oh god baby….how are you still this hard? Hnnng….fuck!” The whore moaned as she rode him faster and faster, bouncing on his lap while her friend lay on the table basking in her afterglow, reaching down to rub her folds as cum leaked out of her.





Varren gave the redhead’s ample ass a firm spank before grinning. “Getting close babe, keep going!” He barked out, feeling her juices leaking around his cock as he began to thrust up into her depths. He gave her ass several more smacks, making her skin almost as red as her hair as she came against his cock, crying out in delight. “Love me a fucking masochist girl.” He thought to himself with a grin before grunting out, his thick seed shooting into her depths.





She panted as she held onto his shoulders, his cum leaking down his shaft as another girl from the bar approached his booth with a drink. “Here’s your shot of Rokka.” Placing the glass on the table, she turned to leave before Varren grabbed her wrist and smirked.





“Have a taste. Come on, don’t leave me all dirty sweet thing.” He dangled a credit chit in his hand as bait. “I’ll make it worth your time…”





The waitress swallowed hard before looking at the two exhausted whores. Taking the chit she knelt down in front of the man and slowly dragged her tongue along his exposed shaft, licking up his seed and the whore’s juices. It was a quick few licks, a soft moan escaping her before she pulled herself away and held out her hand. Varren chuckled and gave her the chit. “Good girl.” He praised before picking up the drink and swallowing it down in one shot. 





“Unng, wish this place served better booze.” He pushed the redhead off his lap and slipped away from the booth. “Well ladies, I’ll be around again sometime.” He said as he tossed a few more credit chits onto the table. The two girls giggled, still panting heavily.





“Looking forward to it, Daddy.” Varren smirked, he always loved being called Daddy or Papi. Giving them a wink he wandered off out of the bar and slowly headed towards a different club. Now he needed to do some…..work.





Merc work wasn’t hard. Usually it meant him killing some gangsters, in this case a gang sub-boss who’d broken some rules of the gang. The credits were good, and Varren had no compunction with killing some schmuck. The guy didn’t hide well either. Bribing some members of the gang and Varren learned where the guy liked to drink with his slaves. 





“Better be here or someone is losing a kneecap.” He muttered to himself as he tapped his heavy pistol. He walked into the upper levels of the club and walked around, looking over the railing at the patrons below. “Bingo.” He smirked, spotting the lizard savoring some drinks with two lovely slave girls at his flanks.





The gang would’ve done him in themselves….but that would’ve caused a schism, one the gang leader didn’t want. If an outsider offed the guy, no one would bat an eye. Varren expected a double-cross, of course, but the gang boss had paid up-front, so hell….why not see where the job led him?





Standing above the lizard, Varren couldn’t help but grin like the devil himself as he whistled down. “Yo, scale head!” He yelled as he aimed his pistol. The lizard looked up, and in a split second his head was blown open with a fist-sized bullet wound right between the eyes. The slave girls yelled out in terror and tried to run only for their slave collars to suddenly turn on and freeze their movements with a stasis field.





“Ah ah ah.” Varren warned as he jumped down, admiring his handiwork as the gangster’s body slumped to the floor. “Guy was an ass but he had good tastes in slaves. Hmm, Mark V SlavTek collars eh? Seems he had good, good tastes.” He held up a collar control switch and smirked. “Good thing I came prepared, huh?” He pointed it at their collars and tapped a few controls before the lights on the collars turned purple. “Alright, you two now are registered as...mine.” Stretching out his hands he smirked. “Come say hi to the Master, ladies.”







Varren believed strongly in the rights of salvage, of taking what your enemies owned. Slaves, drugs, weapons….he’d take them all. The two slave girls approached the man, latching onto him as the stasis field turned off. He wrapped an arm around each and gave the two lovely alien ladies a kiss on the lips. “Now….why don’t you show me where your former Master was staying? I wanna see what kinda loot I can get from this job.” He looted the lizard’s pockets, finding some credits….and an apartment datacard. Now came his favorite passtime….looting from his dead enemies. 





After all, why let all those goodies go to waste? Hehehehe….





