She says, "Before you decide, remember the spa treatment you had before you came? That will be a weekly occurrence on our planet"
I think, "This might not be too bad. I don't want to be any kind of slave, but they seem nice. They seem to care about me. They are not ugly. I wouldn't mind even if I had to give birth to a noodle baby." I say out loud, "I accept your most kind offer. I won't cause any trouble."
They take a couple of blood samples to check your health. They put a collar and a leash on you and say, "You've been lying for a while now. Before you get up, let us massage your legs. Four noodlemen massage your legs.
I say, "You can massage my arms, too." Unlike drunken frat boys given the same chance, they don't treat you rough, they treat you nice. Even the females act like this is a treat. If they were drunken frat boys they would be taking liberties. I say, "If any of you want to massage my clit, I wouldn't mind. Those on my arms can massage my breasts." They still don't paw you roughly, but it really feels great. I add if anyone wants to massage my lips with yours." Their noodle lips and hands feel different, but it still feels good. They help you up and put a collar and leash on you. They say, "This is just until we know we can trust you."
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