Ruby, Azure, Emerald, Navy, Coral, Citrine, Diamond, Silver, and Amethyst. Each with skin tones chosen to best compliment their added shades. Making the pops of color of their long hair and the patch of pubic hair draw the eye.
The small triangle of the latter leaves little doubt where our alien 'artists' were trying to lead a wandering gaze.
Nine women I would have never met, but now we share a cell in a spaceship hurtling along through the universe. To where, I don't know, but I'm quite certain it will be very far from earth. Our abductors told me just enough to help keep my fellow harem-mates in line when the slimes wake us for our new master, but not a location.
That's right. We are to be sold at auction at the end of this space voyage to who knows where, to who knows what alien species as the highest bidder.
From what I've gathered, the slimes are opportunistic middle men who cater to any kind of taste, especially if it involves slaves. Judging by the constant string of comments on the live feed of my cell, they have no shortage of clients.
Ones that really enjoy it when the sticky bastards torture me, if the ratings ticker is any indication.
Fucking perverted pieces of. . .
I'm pulled from further musing by today's visit. The hatch creaks open in the observation room and I focus on keeping the tension it causes from showing. It seems our captors are back for more gloating and entertainment.
I drift in a slow turn as the squelching sounds of their footfalls across the floor causes a shiver to race down my spine.
This time it's only one of them.
I don't recognize which one. Just another amorphous gray blob with bulging black eyes.
They have a viscous pink substance always trailing down their skin and dripping onto the floor. The sight of it makes my stomach turn and I'm once again relieved to have a barrier between us so I can't smell them.
They are repugnant.
Nothing about them is the least bit attractive, as I realized from my very early impressions, but now my body reacts to the sight of them like they are somehow the epitome of all things sensual.
My skin is flushed and I'm getting wet and I fucking hate them for it. The rage steals my breath and my hands want to clench, but I force myself to remain relaxed.
At least on the outside. I can't do much about the roiling thoughts inside my head.
His disgusting eyes are roving over the women behind me as he settles into the control panel chair with a sickening squeak as his bare, wet skin contacts the surface. His body sags over the edges and his short legs jut out.
All of it dripping.
It's a struggle to keep my thoughts off my face. He moves his gaze to me, his nictitating membrane sweeping across his eyes from the side, roaming over my naked body and down to my thighs.
"I know you want me, whore, but you won't get me today."
He's confusing what my body is doing with motivation, but of course I don't correct him. There's bile at the back of my throat as I consider the disconnect between what my mind thinks and what my body is telling me.
I no longer trust it and it's yet another layer of violation.
He shifts so the camera can see him better and starts talking in his salesperson voice. It makes my skin crawl, but it's the only way I've gained useful information so I listen intently.
"We loaded this harem with a wide range of immune system boosting nanites that will keep them healthy, help them adapt to new environments, and slow aging."
Well, that explains why I now look to be in my early twenties instead of thirty-four. My twenties aren't an age I'd revisit of my own free will. I doubt anyone would pay this price to look young again.
"They will stay clean and smelling exquisite with our upgrades, regardless of how much seed you put into them, or whatever else you would like to stuff them full of. And you will absolutely love this special announcement . . ."
He leaves a dramatic pause while I try not to gag.
"Once you pump your way to ecstasy the first time, your harem will change in the most wondrous ways! Each tailored to your own genetic makeup. Be warned, however, that if you want to share them among friends of another species, you should be sure to break them in yourself first. Unless of course you want to think of a special friend each time you find a hole to fill."
He makes their honking version of a laugh, then continues.
"This species has plenty of cavities to choose from! And of course you can make more of your own thanks to the healing upgrade. You told us healing was an important base feature, and we listened. But don't you fear. There is no need to make further changes. The pocket between their delightful legs will always stay wet for you once you claim them. And although you can share them freely, they will be utterly devoted to you."
