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Horror, Adventure, Slave Training, Bondage, Humiliation, Pregnancy, Alien Sex, Breeding, Peril, Heroine in Distress, Body Modification, Exhibition, Forced Nudity, Public Nudity, ENF, CMNF, CFNF, Public Sex, Lesbian Femdom, Maledom, Female Submissive, Gangbang, Violence, Mind Control, Cloning, and more
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II. Preparations & Departure
An attractive Caerulean face, half hidden in shadows, looked on grimly while a screen's glow faintly illuminated her from below.
Sitting nearby, a large Vaxian flipped through maps, notes, and other records with his massive, stubby fingers as he incoherently muttered to himself. The alien had debated with no one in particular for the past two hours over which confidants across the crater he could trust to assist their designs in Vad Mhor. Unfortunately, making such a list proved next to impossible.
Breaking a long silence, the alien voiced his mounting vexations with grave concern,
"Vad Mhor is no place to look for friends, Neekah. Most of these contacts are acquaintances at best. In all honesty, some are only names I've come across who might be sympathetic to outsiders in need."
The Vaxian stretched a tired shoulder before continuing,
"So long as our night sky faces the Void — hedonistic rituals and festivals will fill the streets and alleyways of that foul city. Hewnstone folk may turn skittish during this season, but across the Advanari, they celebrate these dark times."
Neekah tiredly acknowledged her friend Gus's frustration by giving an unseen frown. The evening's calmness made the woman's fatigue more evident after her harrowing ordeal, and she found no words to share.
The hangar's earlier frantic activity quieted once the day's work concluded. Now, Neekah's marooned ship overlooked the pair's meeting like a silent sentinel, accompanying the eerie stillness of the bay during their largely hushed scheming.
On occasion, distant noises echoed from the far reaches of the quiet cavern, interrupting the Vaxian's soporific grumbles and stirring the nearby Caerulean woman from nodding to sleep in her chair. Though she struggled to keep alert, the thumping sounds of feet drawing near roused her beautiful upturned eyes to full attention.
A small Gremian messenger rushed intermittently back and forth since they began planning — fetching parts manifests and correspondence for his Vaxian boss. Gus swiftly reviewed each document before sending the courier off with replies to deliver around the shipyard in preparation for the upcoming day's work. The little creature fought to catch its breath after his latest trip before scurrying away with another assortment of parcels for the morning shift.
Maps of the slaver city continued scrolling across the touchscreen table as Gus and Neekah resumed their search for possible routes of ingress to secure their goal.
Perched in a narrow chair with her long sexy legs crossed towards her alien friend, Neekah attempted to relax against the table. However, the scantily clad augment tensed in alarm whenever she heard the approach of their newest, undersized company.
Her earlier feigned enthusiasm while slinking down the Crucible's boarding ramp had long faded. Marked anxiety replaced her initial façade of confidence.
Gus noticed the rather dramatic change in her demeanor — but he attributed it to the adrenaline from her ordeal fading and weariness setting in.
Neekah nervously contemplated her situation and anxiously bobbed one of her chic boots every time the new puny alien darted past — unintentionally drawing attention to the sexy translucent footwear and her exposed delicate feet.
Though she spent the past decade enslaved to MitsuCorp — servitude to a corporation as a prized helot held little in common with slavery in the Frontier. Beyond the boundaries of the CHZ, human females found themselves treated like invasive vermin by nearly every other species.
Soon, she would witness the worst of those differences firsthand in Vad Mhor, where they determined value by how much use could be wrought from acquisitions before they were broken or uncaringly trafficked to their next stop.
When she noticed the Gremian gawking at her boots, she couldn't help but fidget even more, exacerbating her feelings of vulnerability; and adding a new, subtle excitement into the mix.
This new Xeno encroaching on her planning with Gus did little to elevate her fretful mood — or to keep her mind from brooding on dark thoughts concerning the city of nightmares — but she could sense his growing lust. And the unwanted attention made it difficult for the gorgeous Caerulean to focus.
Since her first encounter with his kind, Neekah always felt uncomfortable around Gremians. Their small size may have meant they posed little threat alone — but their tireless work ethic and supplicating nature made packs of their kind a sought-after resource throughout the Empyrean. She encountered them in the past, but luckily the corporation she found herself enslaved to typically shielded her from unpredictable aliens of this Gremian's ilk — the sort likely to call Vad Mhor home.
Despite MitsuCorp's apparent efforts to protect assets like Neekah, she had inexplicably spent the past year in the Frontier exposed to the contempt and malice Xeno species so often held for humans, frequently leading to her suffering harsh mistreatment — if not outright hostility.
Her experience with their hatred fostered an intense longing to return to human-controlled regions of space, even if those realms entailed other hardships for the Caerulean. She learned to accept difficult situations, especially for a human oddity who was often left alone to fend for herself.
By the end of the Apex War, human societies throughout the Empyrean faced total collapse, and only the mightiest or most isolated settlements remained. These remnants further isolated themselves, exerting little influence in sectors far from their home while they attempted to rebuild. However, these nations and empires secretly sanctioned ambitious corporations and guilds to meddle in faraway affairs, but the colonies offered no visible backing.
Predictably, these groups favored their interests over those of the species, leaving humanity's surviving Frontier colonies isolated from the core and alone to fend for themselves.
Eventually, the past damage inflicted by the Ankharri nemesis, alongside humanity's bitter internal divisions, led to human influence sinking beneath that of wretched species like the Gremians and moved humanity's standing to the bottom of the Frontier hierarchy after mankind's tumultuous fall.
Perhaps the misfortunes of her kind and Neekah's personal strife heightened the female's disdain for the Gremians and similar aliens of menial status. Whatever aversion she felt towards their sort made the standing of her species seem all the more dreadful, and knowing the authority such pathetic Xenos might directly hold over her under the right conditions felt especially humiliating.
Seeing the goblin-like creature staring at her pretty feet made her flimsy attire feel all the more inappropriate, but this only caused the lewdly submissive side of her mind to imagine scenes where her current suggestive outfit might be more fitting.
Casting the distracting thoughts aside, the Caerulean focused on the matters at hand, returning to work with her friend and finalizing their arrangements. Once Neekah and Gus settled the coming days' plans, the giant alien lobbed a keycard at the leggy bombshell. Neekah deftly snatched the key from the air and looked questioningly at her friend.
"No one important is going to be here for at least a week, so I set you up in one of our finest guest suites for your stay, Neeks," the Vaxian winked.
She nearly cringed at hearing her old nickname. Neekah almost preferred degrading labels like Caerulean, Callipygian, or even V5, the current objectifying designation given to her by CERRIS.
Continuing to fiddle with his datapad, Gus added, "Unfortunately, synths have the causeway tram leading up to Hewnstone down for maintenance. If you want to stay in the suite tonight, you have a long walk ahead."
Neekah furrowed her brow, "Why can't I take my lev mount? I mean, it's fast enough to get to the opposite side of Hewnstone in no time."
Gus looked up, shook his head, and laughed, "You have been gone a long time, Neeks. Hewnstone banned Levs years ago."
Rolling her eyes, Neekah scoffed, "I shouldn't be surprised. Years ago, we always nagged each other about how backward this place was. What happened?"
Patiently setting his datapad to the side, Gus leaned over the table before responding, "Well, trouble has been brewing recently. Rival gangs turned a stretch of the causeway into a damn hellscape. Outlawing levracers and Shako hounds finally started getting things back under control."
Neekah grimaced, "Shako hounds? In Hewnstone? Why were they ever allowed in the first place?"
Gus snarled his lip as he thought about the vile creatures, "Well, they supposedly 'leashed' the monsters, binding the Shakos to the beasts. They lied, though, or it simply didn't stop them from becoming a problem — just like the racers. But now they're both gone, and you'll hear no complaints from me."
The Caerulean found comfort in the notion that however high crime may have escalated since she left, Gus believed things were improving. She also decided her lev bike would bring too much attention anyway, even if it were legal.
Gus knocked on the table and, pointing a finger towards the heroine, added, "They're still scattered in a dark district or two deep within the city, mind you. So avoid those places if you find yourself in Hewnstone."
