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Planetoid
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2014
A deep gasp of air filled the lithe women's lungs as the front of the sweltering metal box containing her was pried open. A long rod was reached in behind her, lifting the harness contorting her and bringing her into the light of the square.
"#45992, Sir, Human Female, Exquisite breeding."
She glared fearfully in every direction at the shifting throng of people. A bundle of bandages and a few lengths of chain were all that clothed her as she hung uncomfortably from a short steel structure, forcing her belly down with her legs and arms crossed behind her, almost reverse hog-tied. She could hardly tell what was going on, the heat from being encased in the box and jettisoned like cargo through the desert had nearly drove her mad. She had been in transit for 3 weeks, changing hands throughout the local starcluster to finally arrive in the hands of a wealthy someone who she had been abducted for after being scouted. She was young, awfully so, her long grey-wooded brunette hair bouncing erratically around her, small grey circlets of ice dark in her eye sockets framed in her thin, gaunt face, her angular frame imitating sticks surrounding her wide and taut ass. She could've never imagined leaving her home planet, but there she was, in the grand plaza of some one, some thing that would do goodness knows what with her.
She noted the shuffle of people watching casually from the sidelines, a good amount inattentively traveling around. Then she slowly looked to the immediate front of her, where a great someone in a blinding white light was being flanked by an entourage of women clad in varying getups not unlike her own, bound to walls and visibly distressed in various capacities, aside from the ones, dripping, crippled with lust.
She shook and writhed in her restraints as she continued to try to grasp the image of her captor out of the glare of her eyes adjusting.
"#45992, Sir, Human Female, Exquisite breeding."
She glared fearfully in every direction at the shifting throng of people. A bundle of bandages and a few lengths of chain were all that clothed her as she hung uncomfortably from a short steel structure, forcing her belly down with her legs and arms crossed behind her, almost reverse hog-tied. She could hardly tell what was going on, the heat from being encased in the box and jettisoned like cargo through the desert had nearly drove her mad. She had been in transit for 3 weeks, changing hands throughout the local starcluster to finally arrive in the hands of a wealthy someone who she had been abducted for after being scouted. She was young, awfully so, her long grey-wooded brunette hair bouncing erratically around her, small grey circlets of ice dark in her eye sockets framed in her thin, gaunt face, her angular frame imitating sticks surrounding her wide and taut ass. She could've never imagined leaving her home planet, but there she was, in the grand plaza of some one, some thing that would do goodness knows what with her.
She noted the shuffle of people watching casually from the sidelines, a good amount inattentively traveling around. Then she slowly looked to the immediate front of her, where a great someone in a blinding white light was being flanked by an entourage of women clad in varying getups not unlike her own, bound to walls and visibly distressed in various capacities, aside from the ones, dripping, crippled with lust.
She shook and writhed in her restraints as she continued to try to grasp the image of her captor out of the glare of her eyes adjusting.