Don’t think about it! Don’t! Makenna begged herself, but the images rose, unbidden in her mind. Some of the Trollox customers who visited the Pleasure House only came to fuck. They would pick whichever unlucky girl they wanted and take her then and there over a couch or chair—not even bothering to go back into one of the private pleasure rooms to spend their lust.
Makenna couldn’t count the number of times she’d seen one or another of the girls of the house, her legs spread wide, impaled on a thick, Trollox shaft that pulsed inside her. The chosen girl would be crying out in agony as its crude owner hunched over her, thrusting harder and deeper, grunting with lust until he spilled deep inside her.
After a Trollox finally finished with a girl, it was a race to get the foul black seed out of in time before it took root. Most of the girls were on birth control, but it wasn’t always effective. The black, bile-like cum that erupted from the thick, stubby tip of a Trollox cock was as insidious as a sterga weed back home, which took root anywhere it landed, even stones or hard-packed earth. And once a Trollox spawn took root inside a girl…
No, don’t think of that! Don’t…don’t! Makenna ordered herself.
She rubbed her face against the man named Bard’s broad chest, pressing her cheek against the silky fabric of his shirt and breathing in his warm, masculine scent as she tried to forget.
The movement shifted the hard metal spreader inside her, making her wince in pain as the metal edges gouged her tender inner channel. She wished she could get it out, but it was stuck in there—the owner of the Pleasure House had used a kind of bio-glue that never came loose until he squirted in the solvent. And every time he had taken one spreader out of her, he had shoved another, bigger one in its place.
Because of the Trolloxs’ huge height and massive male equipment, all of the girls who were working at the Pleasure House had to be fitted with spreaders. Makenna still remembered the first one that had been thrust into her virgin channel. She had cried out in horror as it pierced her maiden barrier and the first thought in her mind had been,
“I’m not a virgin anymore! What man of Floria will want to wed me now?”
Then she had remembered that she was no longer on her home world and that she would never see anybody from Floria ever again. Nobody there even knew what had become of her or that she had been taken off the planet. For that matter, none of them even knew that anyone could fly off planet in the first place. They thought the stories of men from the Great Beyond of space were just that—stories.
So it didn’t matter that she was no longer a virgin or that her maiden barrier was gone. Because she was never going home again. Instead, she was going to be stretched out until the Trollox who had ordered her, like goods from a store, was able to fit his shaft in her. And then he would take her home and impregnate her with his spawn and wait until it chewed its way out of her and she died.
It was a horrible, bleak thought, and one she’d had to live with for almost six solar months. It was a gradual process, getting stretched enough to take a Trollox cock, and in that time, she’d seen countless girls come and go. The ones who stayed were the common whores—they were the ones the Trollox customers who just wanted to fuck chose from when they came.
The ones who left were like Makenna herself—special orders for Trollox customers who had paid for a specific type of female who they wanted to bear their heir.
Makenna was grateful that she never had to submit to the customers who came to the door looking to fuck, but she had lived in fear of the day when Biter would come to claim her.
She knew why the awful Trollox had ordered her. Florian girls went through periods of heat called “ripenings” where they were extremely fertile. She had heard him saying—when he came to visit and see how her stretching was coming along—that he wanted a female whose belly would fill with life quickly when he bred her.
It was ironic, Makenna thought bitterly, that she had been chosen because it was her first ripening. It was her ripening—or the lack of it—that had caused her to run away in the first place. If only she hadn’t listened to that handsome stranger when he said he could find her a job in a different town! If only she hadn’t been so stupid and gotten into his wagon, which turned out to be a spaceship that took her straight to Passion Prime where he sold her to the Trollox Pleasure House! If only…