The soft glow on the sun seemed to caress Chryssa's skin. She was warm... comfortable... more comfortable than she'd ever been in her life. Which made her think that she was still dreaming. Her bed had never felt like this. Silky cloth against her skin, softness cradling her body, and a plump pillow rather than a flat slab beneath her head.
When the door opened with a bang, and Chryssa sat straight up, she finally remembered that it wasn't a dream. She was in House Exotica. Last night she'd been fed incredible foods, listened to music that had been so beautiful it had made her cry, and followed the Matron around, meeting the other females who worked in the house. Although 'worked' was a loose term, since a good half of them had been kidnapped and were basically indentured servants, like herself, serving their time as exotic whores until they could buy out their contract. But some of them were there of their own free will.
"Up, up girl," Matron said, bustling past Chryssa's bed.
The heavy alien's footsteps would have been impossible to sleep through any way. And Chryssa was curious. She'd been told that she'd be following Matron around this morning, helping her ready the rooms so that Chryssa could learn about the layout of the house as well as some of the specific desires and fantasies that the house catered to. Although that had peaked Chryssa's interest somewhat, she also wanted to know the ins and outs of the house, every nook and cranny and every passageway. The information might come in handy sometime. On Terra it certainly had paid to know every inch of her own village, and if she'd been more focused on running and less on fighting, she could have escaped the Licken raiders.
Then again, she was starting to feel pretty conflicted about that, wondering if she really would have been better off on Terra. There were some pretty high upsides to House Exotica.
Thirty minutes later, as she was bent over Matron's knee as the large female pressed a plug into Chryssa's protesting asshole, she was reminded that there were some downsides too. Blushing red, she gritted her teeth as her hole, still a bit sore from having the plug in for so long the day before, finally stretched open wide enough and swallowed the training toy up inside of it. It felt just as strange and just as invasive, but she didn't try to fight it today. No need to get a spanking on top of having her ass plugged.
Dressing Chryssa in a similar gown to the one she'd worn the day before, this one in a burnt orange color that made her skin and hair look like it was glowing, with brass colored clips, Matron hurried her out of the door. Breakfast was quick and then she followed Matron through the rooms, carrying whatever Matron needed to remove, and listening to the various explanations Matron gave for some of the equipment.
Different aliens had different desires and also different necessities.
There was a room strictly for those who wanted a Wellan, an aquatic race that looked remarkably similar to the legendary mermaids on Terra, right down to the scaled tail instead of legs. Obviously Wylla, the female that serviced males there, had her own special needs. She basically ignored Matron and Chryssa, brushing through the dark blue tresses of her hair as it flowed underneath the water.
Other rooms had themes. Some were furnished to a specific planet's customs and designs, others to a particular kind of kink - Chryssa's bottom clenched around the plug as she and Matron went through a room that was lined with all sorts of instruments she recognized from Terra. Better quality and more sophisticated looking, but Chryssa still recognized paddles, birches and canes. They were often used on unruly children on Terra. Some of the other things hanging beside them she didn't recognize, but she imagined they served the same purpose. They certainly looked like they did.
Seeing Chryssa's shudder, Matron gave her a look and said that since she had two females who enjoyed entertaining patrons in this room, Chryssa wouldn't be placed in it unless she actually required punishment.
To Chryssa's relief, Matron removed the anal plug before lunchtime and told Chryssa that it wouldn't be reinserted until the next morning. Her hole ached from being stretched, but she was still able to sit and move more comfortably without it.
That afternoon, Matron was leading Chryssa through the halls, taking her to training, when she stopped suddenly. Because of Matron's large bulk, Chryssa couldn't see around her, but she tensed as she heard a deep, growling male's voice, greeting Matron.
"Good afternoon, my Lord, I'm so sorry but we aren't prepared for you yet," Matron said, her voice syrupy. Chryssa rolled her eyes. Did that sycophantic act actually work on the males who visited House Exotica? "I can send you some sustenance in a reception room while you wait."
"Very well, and who's this?"
Chryssa's mouth went dry as her head tilted back. Matron had turned very slightly, but the Licken before her was tall enough that he'd been able to see over her and notice that there was a woman behind her. It was the Licken lord that she'd watched pleasuring three females at once, the scene that she'd found so arousing that Tralek had fucked her while she'd indulged in her curious voyeurism. The lord's eyes widened slightly as he looked her over, his eyebrow arching as his gaze came to rest on her face and she realized that she was glaring at him.
Platinum teeth flashed in a grin as his eyes slid downwards again, lingering on her nipples, which were hard from the constant swishing of her dress over the sensitive nubs. Color flared in her cheeks as his lazy perusal went down to her bare feet and then back up. Somehow he made her feel like he could see everything under her dress.
"This is Chryssa, one of my newest acquisitions," Matron said, giving Chryssa a quick warning glare, telling her to behave. "She's only been here a few days and she's still in training."
The lord stepped around Matron, who looked as though she wanted to protest, but didn't quite dare. Chryssa was fascinated to see the big alien cowed, but it also just made her feel more unnerved as the Licken circled around her, studying her from every angle. It made her feel like a bug, and when he came back in front of her, putting two fingers under her chin and tipping her head back to look into her eyes, she scowled at him.
He laughed, his mouth shining against all that pale green skin. It was unnerving how attractive he was despite his strangeness; the alien fairly oozed sexual appeal and the impact was much greater with him touching her than it was when she was watching him from a distance. Her response to him pissed her off, even as it made her curious.
"Fierce Terran. How much experience do you have?"
Uncertain of exactly what he was asking, Chryssa looked over his shoulder at Matron; she didn't know what to answer, and to be truthful, she didn't really want to answer him. He was making her uncomfortable and she hoped that Matron would intervene somehow. Make him go away, while she dealt with the unsettling fact that she was attracted to a male of the race that had kidnapped and sold her.
"She has no true experience, although she's been tested, of course, with promising results," Matron assured him, stepping forward slightly. She was still shooting Chryssa warning glances.
The Licken cupped Chryssa's chin, tilting her face back and forth, his eyes glittering as if he was amused by the dark looks she was giving him and was purposefully pushing her to draw more of her ire his way. "So, not a virgin."
"No, your people took care of that when they kidnapped me," she snapped out, jerking her head back. Her skin tingled where he'd been touching her. Matron looked furious, but the Licken threw back his head with a shout of laughter.
