On the airport tarmac below, Mark’s bones shattered on the ground after falling from the alien spaceship. It made the crowds of captured human livestock nervous. They wondered if that was to be their fate. The translator girls reassured them that if they were useful to the Gravax, then they would live long productive lives, but if they resisted they would be exterminated. Most of them went meekly along, having seen first hand what the Gravax did to those who ran or fought back. Laser barricades hemmed them in for the final part of their journey, all but assuring that they made it to the grav lifts alive and unharmed.

The masses stripped naked obediently for their new masters, not really appreciating their new role as livestock yet. Soon they would be made biologically compliant by Gravax drones, or executed for their lack of usefulness. The farming of the human race had only just begun. New Gravax ships descended from orbit to secure the airspace, and receive new breeding livestock for transport. The women would be bred like cattle and the men milked for their semen then disposed of.

Lina was already sharing their future fate. Her body was transported to a gestation pod. The Gravax mercenary monitoring her scanned her abdomen with his medpad. She confirmed that the fertilization of Lina’s ovum was taking, and dosed her with chemicals to ensure that the egg would split, guaranteeing a multiple birth would take place. It was more efficient that way. Lina came from the attention being given to her by one of her new masters. The Gravax medical technician scanned her brain, and noted that all higher thoughts were now sufficiently retarded by Lina’s brain loss, and that her obedience conditioning had taken effect. The cow would calf lots of children for the meat markets of the Novaxa nebula. She closed the lids on the transport pods. While the Gravax would sleep most of the journey in cryosleep, the cattle would just be awake in the dark bowels of the cargo hold for the two year journey.

The ship engaged its main sublight drive and ascended for planetary orbit. The next ship had arrived to take their place, and their cargo hold was full of recently impregnated livestock and semen. It only took a minute for the ship to reach the optimal velocity to escape the atmosphere. It lazily floated in a curve around the planet, with no need for evasive maneuvers. The primitive world had no orbital defenses. Then the Gravax Pilot engaged the spatial warp field. It was less efficient than an Imperium Jump drive, but it was all a Gravax Mercenary Captain could afford when competing with the farm worlds of the major species of the quadrant.

He vectored in a course for the Oran Meat Markets on the Dyson sphere around the Star HIP12961. It would take around two years to reach their destination, but when they did, this boutique and previously undiscovered species would easily become a hot new item for the gastronomics of the galaxy. With the credits he’ll earn off the transactions, he'll be able to afford a fleet of jump capable warships fresh from the Gravax Imperium’s Shipyards.

With the warp bubble engaged, The pilot entered his cryosleep pod.. when he next awoke, he was going to be a very rich Mercenary, and the talk of the sphere. The crew all entered their own chambers, and soon the ship was quiet, apart from the sexually charged moans of the cargo.

Six months later, in deep space, Lina lay in her pod in the dark, still cumming. She barely slept these days. The heavily pregnant slut existed in a state of sensory deprivation. Her mind was more like an animal's now. She only knew the time in relation to her feeding tube. She sucked down the bland tasteless synthetic feed two times in a period of what she might have once considered a day. Now it was the only measure in her seemingly eternal darkness. Her language faculties were gone. They hadn’t been removed by the drones, but had rather withered from lack of use. At first the girls had talked to each other, all proclaiming their happiness at becoming livestock for the Gravax imperium… but that had only lasted a month before it died down, and the only thing that could be heard was the happy sound of pregnant cows cumming in perpetuity.

Lina’s own belly was filled to bursting with her babies. It wouldn’t be long now before she’d give birth to them for the Gravax. The retarded, mentally conditioned human cow couldn’t be happier. Lina squeezed a crap into a pneumatic tube, pissed into her catheter, and then came again for the thousandth time that feeding cycle. This was her proper place.