Author's Note: I first started writing this series in 2006. Now, eight years later, the fans who read my blog voted that this be one of the series that I try to finish this year. It's a challenge and definitely a wonderful one. I'm going to do my best to keep the transition seamless, but I have a feeling that the Chryssa who exists in my head now is a little different than the Chryssa who existed in my head eight years ago. But I hope that you all enjoy anyway. It's very odd to be picking up a series after so long, but I hope to do it justice!
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Chryssa was rudely awoken by a hand shaking her shoulder. She moaned as she rolled onto her back, her body aching in places that she hadn't known existed. The alien that had taken her the night before had battered the inside of her pussy with his wriggling cock and she'd had so many orgasms that everything that wasn't sore felt overly sensitive.
"Up, up," said Matron rudely, throwing the covers off of her and exposing her body to the sunlight. "I don't have much time to waste with you, the house will be open for the night soon and I need to get you to Tralek before that."
Blinking sleep away from her eyes and she tried to decipher Matron's words, Chryssa pushed herself into a sitting position as Matron rumbled away, her round gray body lurching over to the large tube, Chryssa stretched and tried to work out some of the kinks in her muscles. Completely naked, she inspected her body, but despite the alien's fearsome appearance, he hadn't left any marks. Only her wrists and ankles were a bit reddened, mostly from all the tugging she'd done while she'd been writhing with pleasure.
"Come here, get in," said Matron, seating herself on the floor with her feet dangling into the water, her skirts hiked up to her knees. Her legs looked kind of like an elephant's, thick and stubby. Steam rose up off of the water, looking extremely inviting.
Not bothering to shield her body from Matron's eyes, knowing it would be pointless anyway, Chryssa forced herself from the comfortable bed and over to the tub. The water was hot to the point of almost being painful, but it felt wonderful on her sore muscles. Matron had Chryssa sit in front of her so that she could wash her short blonde hair.
"We will need to grow this out," Matron said, clucking her tongue as her thick fingers worked a lather through the strands. Chryssa just closed her eyes and enjoyed the scalp massage and jets of hot water against her body, trying tune out Matron's words, although it was nearly impossible since there was no other noise except the bubbling of the water around her. "Your customer this morning, Hrrak, was very pleased with you. But you will still not get another customer until you've been more fully trained. The more you earn, the better your lodgings will be. Perhaps one day you will have earned enough to buy yourself out, if you choose... although I've never had a girl choose that before." That last was said with a bit of pride. "Hrrak was part of your training... you might as well make the best of your situation because you do not have a choice. And I hope, after Hrrak, you will be less frightened by some of the other clientele. House Exotica caters to all species, although Hrrak is among the most fearsome of my customers."
Well that was good to know. Those sharp pointed teeth had been quite frightening. Still, Chryssa didn't like the sound of being trained... or being a whore. On the other hand, she was already in a much better living situation than she had been on earth, and it sounded like her best chance of leaving the house, with money and without being hunted, was to buy herself out of slavery.
Stories had trickled to Terra about the awesome technology of other civilizations and the strange cultures out among the galaxies... the humans on Terra tended to be extremely isolationist, so many of the stories had conflicted with each other. Chryssa wished she'd paid a bit more attention to those conflicting stories, maybe she'd have a better idea of what to do.
"Up," Matron said, before unceremoniously dragging Chryssa out of the warm embrace of the water and putting the young woman over her knee. Chryssa squealed as Matron's thick finger prodded her anus.
She truly didn't understand what the alien's fascination was with that particular hole - just about every single one of them had either touched or penetrated it - but she did not appreciate their attention to it! Squirming, she tried to wriggle off of Matron's lap as the thick digit pushed in, making her tiny hole spasm in protest. The sharp burn of penetration faded almost immediately but that didn't stop Chryssa from fighting back.
"Hold still," Matron said sternly. Her thick skin was completely unaffected by Chryssa's nails as they dragged up her leg, making the young woman despair. How could she fight when Matron didn't even feel her struggles?
"OW!" Chryssa shrieked as Matron removed her finger from Chryssa's anus, and the alien's broad, flat hand came down hard on the upturned curve of Chryssa's buttock. It hurt like fire blazing across her skin, and - though she didn't know it - the water from her bath only increased the effect. "Stop that!"
Slaps rained down on her bottom as she started to kick and struggle even more, one of Matron's hands holding her firmly in place while the other smacked her cheeks pink.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
The sound of flesh impacting flesh echoed around the room, accompanied by Chryssa's shrieks, threats and, eventually, pleas. Water sloshed and churned as her legs kicked, until she finally ran out of rebellion and slumped over Matron's lap, still kicking a bit, while sobbing her apologies.
"That's better," Matron said harshly when she was finishing spanking Chryssa. Her finger pushed at the entrance of Chryssa's anus again, this time sliding in a bit easier. "I won't have any more nonsense out of you. You should have learned yesterday, you don't have any control here and I won't hesitate to turn your ass bright red whenever it's necessary to keep you in line. There's plenty of good things about working at House Exotica. You will be cared for, fed, housed, and cleaned, you will never need to worry about your survival, and there will be plenty of pleasure for you in this line of work." The fat finger probed deeper, making Chryssa shudder at the burning intrusion, working itself back and forth and loosening up the tight muscle. Why were these aliens so interested in that particular part of her?