The next day you wake up for the feeling of the two giant dildos in your openings. Thanks to your agile body, you are able to get your hands in front you, however the mittens are tight on your fingers, and all you can do is to rub your fists against the material.
You spend some time doing this, hoping that perhaps you could make enough movement for an orgasm. But the dildo just moves too little.
While you are at it, the door suddenly opens, and a man walks inside the cell. Your ballgag unlocked, you have to suck his cock, his semen ejaculated on your tongue. After that, you are given your breakfast through a dildo, then you are stood up, the ballgag locked back, and the man marches you out of the cell.
What is going to happen to me? The question comes up many times in your head as you go through the corridors. But for the most part, all you can think of is the uncomfortable, yet very much arousing, feeling of walking around with a dildo in your anal cavity and vagina. Then you find yourself in front of another room, and you tense as you see the woman that you interpret as your trainer.
She is sitting in a chair in the middle of a room that resembles the cell you were earlier, her short hair knotted in braids, her blue skin covered with black leather clothes and stiletto boots, her yellow eyes piercing to the core of your soul.
"Amelia Lionheart, welcome," she says with a grin. You note that her teeth were carved in the shape of a V. A process that is just as painful for them as for your kind. However some harlan do this in order to prove that they are untouchable.
The guard yanks your leash, and you are escorted to a pillow in front of the woman. A sudden kick, and you find yourself on your knees, the woman's leather boot pressed against the bottom of your chin so you would lock eyes with her.
"While you were sleeping, we towed your vessel in our hangar, and we picked it clean of anything of use," she says. "But this isn't all that important for you, is it?" she frowns.
"Oh, yes, all you are thinking about is those repair bots. Was it ten minutes? Two days? Perhaps only a few seconds? Was it truly a right decision for you to give the order?"
The guard behind you unlocks your ballgag, and the tip of the boot is placed in front of you. You have to admit, you had numerous fantasies how brave you would act in a situation like this. But you find your mouth opened seemingly on its own, and you start kissing the woman's boot.
