A hiss of a gas canister makes the horde fighting over you pause for a moment, and some of the smarter ones cut their losses for the day and retreat. The others who stay start collapsing around you, and even after a minute, your eyes start going fading to black. You've missed your opportunity to get up and run in the chaos, and you're now paralyzed, reality slipping from you rapidly. The last thing you see is a big metallic boot stomp down next to your face.
You awake in a cold, metallic, corner of a WHAT appears to be a slave ship. Still groggy, you manage to stand up and begin exploring. You don't understand anything, your head is brimming with fog, so when you stumble upon rows and rows of cages full of alien slaves, alarms don't start sounding off in your head. And you only start to think of escape when you feel a hand on you shoulder. Turning around, a fairly large trandoshan woman slings you over her and she carries you out to the cockpit, where the rest of the crew is chilling out.
She sets you down, sand announces to everyone that the foot boy has arrived, which results in many cheers all around the small navigation room. You now start panicking, the two pilots are a Durian and a Rodian. The Trandoshan seems to have an all around muscle kind of job, making the human chick in the corner clipping her toenails the captain.
You back up into a corner far away from everyone's penetrating eyes, much to to hearty laughter of all four of them. The Captain speaks up. "They all start like that and it never gets old." She points her nail clippers at you. "You, yes you, you're locked in here and the only way off our ship is to service each of our beautiful feminine feet." She laughs at her usage of the term feminine feet because it's blatant all the feet in here are roughed up beyond belief, years of hard work preserved in them. The Trandoshon then wraps her feet around your head, dragging you in with her reptilian claws, then forces your head onto the cold metal floor.
"Lick em boy." She scrunches her toes, pinching your cheeks. When you don't, she gets up and puts all her body weight down on your neck. "When you you're willing to service us, I'm willing to let you live." After a moment of harsh struggling and decision making, you shut your eyes and stick out your tongue for her to drag herself across. She chuckles, hops off your almost annihilated neck, and roughly utilizes you for her utmost pleasure. She's certainly one who never wears shoes and loves the dirt, you taste sand from what could only be multiple expeditions ago, mud, crusted blood, streets and dust. You cringe where you lie. It's bad enough you're being forced to do this, there's three other girls watching you for amusement. The massive lizard lady finishes by seizing your tongue with her toes and thoroughly scrubs all the fungus between them with it, resulting in a puke green face and she kicks you away, satisfied and chuckling away. Who gets you next though?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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