Mike waited impatiently in his cell. It had been over 6 months since he had begun training in the Ark and now he was ready for pretty much any master. His mistresses had told him that he was to be sold. He hoped that his new mistress/master would be kind to him. But if they were not he was trained to live with it. Mike glanced nervously around his surroundings for one final time as he was summoned to the auction chamber.
Then he walked boldly out and down a series of hallways till he found the auction block. Once there he was chained to a large circular outcropping in the center of the room. The sellers forced him to demonstrate his various abilities as bidding began. Then as suddenly as it had begun it was over. He was led down to a caging area where his new owner would pick him up. He waited impatiently, pacing back and forth in the cage. Soon he was the only slave left. He crumpled into the corner and began to cry. His first master had already forsaken him. As he sobbed he thought he heard the sound of naked flesh stepping across metal.
He looked up and pressed himself against the cage straining to hear more. Then he saw her. It couldn't be, Mike screamed to himself. She couldn't possibly have bought him. No, his mind steadied himself. She probably was going to punish him for his failure. It was his teacher. The alien who had taught him to service all the females and several males who might buy him had herself purchased him. "Hello, slave," she said in the same cool tone that she had used with him before.
"You, you are, you're my new mistress?" Mike questioned her.
In the blink of an eye a whip slashed across his naked back. "Never question your mistress unless specifically asked too. Do you understand?!" Mike cowered before her remembering her strength, "Of course mistress." He was led to a hover path which led to the private rooms of crew members on the slave ship. Mike followed his mistress in and stood patiently next to the doorway. Mike watched as his mistress studied him with obvious lust.
"Slave, your first duty will be to bathe and clean me." Mike readily agreed and followed her into the bathing center of the room. "I really do need to take a piss. Get on your knees slave." Mike ignored the fact that she had a toilet and slid to his knees before her. "Put your mouth over my cunt and don't spill a drop!" Mike leaned forward and opened his mouth encircling her cunt. He began to slowly lap as her golden juices poured forth, caressing her slit and clit to the best of his ability. His mistresses tentacles began to encircle and stroke his head in pleasure. He swallowed quickly to keep from spilling any, ignoring its bitter taste.
Finally she appeared to finish and said, "Clean me up quickly before I take my bath." Mike eagerly agreed and pushed his tongue up into her tight hole. He pushed it against the top and circled downwards in a clocklike motion. His mistress was obviously enjoying the service as she let out little gasps and thrust her hole downward on his mouth. Her tentacles were more frantic now, rapidly encircling and stroking his shaved skull.