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The few who returned were never the same again.

The brunette had escaped such punishment. She hewed to her routine, marking time in meal breaks and scheduled showers. There was little opportunity for mischief--only obedience. Life aboard the freighter-cum-prison could be rough. Sharing space with 700 other girls could be rough. Conditions were Spartan, and the constant jostling for food and attention left the brunette wary--to say nothing of paranoid.

The only certainty she knew was death and enslavement. It was the same for all the captives. Whether they were humanoid or not, they were all destined for the same fate. Some would become concubines, others maids or artisans, but it all amounted to the same thing.

The brunette tried not to think about that. She stared upwards, feeling exhausted from working in the kitchens. It felt good not to think, to let the moment pass like a bubbling stream.

Wisps of hair fell over Dot's eyes as she lay on her bunk. She brushed them aside, gathered her long, flowing hair into a pony-tail. She'd smelt faintly of stink and effluvium. She looked forward to her next bath with aplomb.

The brunette barely remembered her real name, let alone life before captivity. Most of the time she went by Dot. It was cheesy, but memorable.

Dot closed her eyes. She imagined herself wandering barefoot through virgin forest, sequoias reaching high into the heavens. Between the jays' mating calls and the sun kissing her face was a kind of inner peace.

The path seemed to stretch into endless eternity. She continued to walk along, wondering where it would lead. An lifetime could be passed simply walking, she'd thought.

And then she saw him.

At first she didn't know what to make of the man. He was naked, just like her, with broad shoulders and a tanned backside. They were the only people around, and yet there was something oddly welcoming about his presence. It was a strange feeling to have about a stranger.
Dot hid behind the bushes as she watched him bathe in the river. They didn't make eye contact initially. Yet the few glimpses she had intrigued her. There was something beguiling about him. She struggled to place it. It could've been the way he combed his dark hair, his gait--and those steely blue eyes. Dot started to walk over, but then she reproached herself.

A lump formed in her throat as their eyes met. The attraction was instant. She'd blushed at her self-consciousness, her body quivering with heat. Whether from lust or love she couldn't tell. There was no denying the rawness of it, though--visceral, untamed and real.

The brunette forced herself to pull away. Dot hid behind a large oak tree, confused and uncertain. The familiarity of her hands offered a certain amount of comfort as she massaged her breasts. Her nipples became erect as Dot's fingers roamed. They traversed her hills, inching slowly towards the fertile valley below.

They made short work of her sex, attacking the dewy folds of her slit. Her legs were akimbo as the brunette slouched, digits striking home as she moaned. It should have been enough. Yet it wasn't.

She wanted to feel the man's lips pressed against hers. Every minute without him was hellish. Dot yearned to feel his touch, to hear him speak, to get to know him.

An animal sound formed at the back of Dot's throat. The mewling became more of a cry as she curled on the ground, fingers thrusting into herself...

A rapping sound jolted Dot awake. She glanced at the warm puddle underneath with a mix of horror and shame. She covered herself as the guards looked on. Their leering eyes told her everything she'd needed to know.

Her legs ached as they led her down a long hallway. Dot glanced at the brown globe hovering outside the port window--another planet, no doubt. She knew right away it was gaseous. The Niss'sage was probably using the planet's gravitational pull to slingshot through space. Such techniques struck her as ludicrously expensive and impractical.

The brunette kept the thought to herself as she stepped into the large cistern.

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