She blushed as the other ‘prisoner’ assessed her candidly. “Yeah, I’m an agent… don’t think I’ve really learned much of value to them, which is both good and bad. Might be why I’m still alive. That, and I think his… sister, he called her… said he’d let me go eventually? So maybe he feels compelled to honor that.” She admitted. The redhead sighed at the repeat of her options. “I’m not a whore… why does everyone expect me to act like one? Not to mention I haven’t even seen an officer unless that Slade bastard was one, and he just took what he wanted anyway. What’s to say the rest won’t be the same?”

The agent paced angrily while her stomach growled. She wasn’t going to starve yet but she was beyond hungry. “Hell, I don’t even know what your goals are!” She frowns, thinking about something he’d said… how the cells weren’t for prisoners. The young woman walked over to the cell door and tried simply opening it.

“Whore or not, you'll end up one for the duration of your stay if it's long enough. Well unless you starve or freeze. Don't put it past them in dropping the temperature. You're better off just gritting your teeth and doing what you need to.

“Or trying to hold out. If Demetrius says you will be released he will release you in time. We Ospodans are honorable. And yes Slade is an officer but he's not Ospodan. Nor is Enkia. But the others are. Nissa, Demetrius' sister is. She's unhinged at times but she will not disobey her brother. Demetrius and Mitzi are the others.

“Five in all, three are your best options though if I were you I'd try to steer clear of Nissa. She's just weird.” The prisoner stated. As she tried the cell door she found that it was primitive but very secure. Iron bars with a small gap at the bottom so that food or other objects could be slid into the cell without unlocking it. Higher up at waist level there was a small rectangular area where she could reach her arms out of the cell, a simple means of placing manacles on her before opening the cell though they hadn't bothered to do so not worried about her attempting to escape.

“You can request an audience with one of the officers though to get someone to pass on that information will coast you. You can always sit tight and hope for the best though I'm certain that you'll be kept longer than you can hold out.

[color=#BF80FF] “The cells are secure. Their designed to hold Ospodans. We are far stronger than humans. Even if you managed to get out what then? They'll probably stick you in Enkia's room or the one advanced cell we have. Your call it isn't my ass.”

She sighed as she tested the cell doors. “I just figured, you said most prisoners weren’t really… prisoners.” She said, considering. She increasingly wanted to burn this place down, but that wouldn’t get her fed or out of here. It seemed as though the young agent was going to have to play along with their twisted little games. She tried to mentally file away the names of the lieutenants of the organization, finding it a bit odd that Kray hadn’t just made an offer to take care of her for… services… outright. Maybe he wasn’t even interested, she pondered.

The redhead had to wait until the next time someone else entered the cell block anyways, so she huddled up, biding her time, intent on trying to get someone’s attention when they finally showed… and ‘convince’ them to help her out.

“The cells are meant to detain Ospodans for a short time. Well, in my case it's been a bit longer than being locked away for a night of unruly drunkenness or whatever.” He did not really get into those reasons.

Perhaps Kray didn't find her attractive or wanted her to enter into this little game. It could have been as simple as seeing how long she would manage to hold out for without any clear end of her sentence here in the first place.

It could have been worse, they could have just elected to take her or lowered that temperature to whittle down her will quicker. There were the drugs too, while she had to endure the batch she was injected with before being brought to her cell when they subsided it was easier to endure matters.

Hunger was growing more acute by the time the meal arrived. The guard returned with a cart feeding the other prisoner and ignoring her until she grabbed his attention. He came down to her end of the hall peering inside her cell. Eyes slowly panning over her.

“What do you want?” The question was simple, not gruff or short with her but one more of curiosity.

Agent Young mused over her situation for quite some time… or at least it seemed that way, with nothing else to do, and the hunger starting to gnaw at her. Her already slender belly took to growling angrily at her as she paced. Finally, someone arrived to feed the other prisoner.

“Hey! I need something down here!” She called to the guard, adding a quiet “some damn food” under her breath. Fortunately for her, it seemed to get his attention, for he approached her cell, obviously looking her over, though she couldn’t tell if it was to appraise her body or sizing her up in a different way. She took a deep breath… she could do this. She HAD to do this, it seemed.

“I… want to speak with Mitzi. And I honestly need some food and drink, unless you all plan to kill me.” She admits, her hands going behind her back a bit as she blushed, forcing out her next line. “What do YOU want?”

The guard continued to gaze at her. “Mitzi?” He repeated glancing back down the hall toward the other prisoner's cell where she clearly got the name from. “I see that you're finally figuring out how this works.”

He added. Standing still for a moment his armor opened up allowing him to step out of it's shell. What appeared before her was a human-like being with dark hair and large pointed ears. He was thin and toned. There was a grin that slid across his features as he opened her cell.

Approaching her he reached out a hand taking a sizable tit in hand. He rubbed it, thumb brushing over that nipple. Releasing that globe he traced a finger over her lips. “A meal doesn't cost much. Do a good job with those lips of yours and I'll throw in that message for free. No guarantee that Mitzi will want to see you but I'll tell her that you're asking for her.”

For a moment, she was distracted enough as the almost-human man stepped out of the armor, and all she could think was “if we had armor like that I bet I wouldn’t be in this situation”. Her thoughts weren’t allowed to linger on that for long as his hand groping at her tit brought her back to the present, his strong fingers sinking into the soft flesh somewhat easily and a quick gasp from her as she felt her nipple grow stiff against his prodding thumb.

The redheaded agent gently bit her lower lip as his fingers traced over them, and brought herself to run her tongue against one of his digits, trying to entice him. She needed some food, dignity be damned, and more than that she needed to get off this rock. Haley took a deep breath in, her chest puffing out a little as she steeled herself for this, before she went to her knees before him, running her hands across her breasts and smashing them together a little. “Come on then…” She said softly, trying to sound at least a little sexy even if she clearly was being forced into this.

Enticed he was, his eyes watched her keenly and his grin broadened at the feel of her tongue against his fingers. Obviously he wasn't paying close attention to her because he was afraid, least he would have never entered that cell. Should she attempt anything she still had her work cut out for her though he supposed she could have slipped inside that vacant suit of armor he figured that it wouldn't allow her to get far even if she figured out how to use it.

At least she had his attention which made it easier for her to do a good job. That was the hope as he unleashed a respectable member, stiff and throbbing slightly. In her time at Shokushu she encountered large members with more girth. Still it was big enough to gag on if he shoved it into her mouth.

But he did not hasten that moment taking a step closer he virtually slapped her in the face with that stiffness. He did give her the reigns for the moment, one hand brushing down those red locks at the back of her head, another passed over the curve of her breast.

He debated for a small moment, the tip of that member glancing against her tits as he dropped his hips slightly before pressing them between those hills choosing to take direction after all as that member rubbed between those mountains nice and slow. Every so often some of that stiffness appearing out from the top of that cleavage.

Haley glanced past him for just a moment as he entered her cell… eying the armor, wondering about her chances of escape. The alien definitely had the size advantage on her, and even if she could take him down, it’d probably be noisy… would the other prisoner alert someone? He’d have plenty of time to do so before she could attempt to silence him. That was all assuming nobody hears a fight in the first place. And then she would have to find a way off the station, all without having anybody stop her. Much as she wanted to run right there, it didn’t seem like the wise option.

The young agent tried to relax as much as she could… clearly not HAPPY about her circumstance but still going along with it. Her green eyes fixed on his cock as he approached before she looked away, blushing slightly. The redhead looked back as he began to run those almost-human fingers through her fiery locks, brushing against her sensitive breast… before he stuffed his shaft through her cleavage, poking its tip just high enough to present itself. She hesitated at first as he started to take the lead, before she worked her body up and down his length, making a pass at his head with her tongue every once in a while, even trying to make soft, enticing moans as he slid through her soft breasts.

He must have been confident that he could have stopped her if she made a dash toward him or out of the cell. His focus was on her, that hard shaft cleaving between her breasts feeling those soft pillows embrace him as he moved his hips between them.

Noting her hesitation and seeing that blush it was not long before the agent got into matters moving against him and supplying those licks and moans. “You'll have to do better than that.” He said, the teasing getting to him a little.

No sooner had those words parted his lips he was holding her head still while rising up on his toes, that length rising higher between those breasts the head of that shaft nudging against her hips as he hurried, thrust after thrust soon followed with each knocking against her lips if she did not take her into the recesses of her mouth.

With his free hand he tweaked and twisted her nipple softly tugging on it every so often. Small groans built up in his throat and she could feel the slight throb pulsing between her breasts. As quick as he moved between them that throb didn't increase much if at all so it must have meant that his orgasm was farther off than expected.

“Now open up and use that tongue of yours.”

The young woman was unsurprised as he took matters… or rather her head… into his own hands. In a way, she almost preferred it that way… she could tell herself that she was less complicit in this debasement, even though she knew better. Still, she made a show of moaning seductively for him as best she could. It became far more convincing as he started to pull at her tit, the stiff little bud growing even harder in between his fingers.

“Y… yes sir…” She replied softly… timidly. She descended down one last time with her tits around his shaft and parted her lips around it, this time taking more and more of it into her mouth… not able to fit the whole thing in her mouth without choking on it, it seemed. Instead, she started to pump her head slowly back and forth, slurping a little, running her tongue around his shaft and across his head to coat it with her warm saliva…

“Better,” the guard complimented followed by a groan. Her tit flesh made up for the fact that she could not take him all in. Had it been a straight blow job he may have been disappointed with that but the majority of his shaft was seen to.

That sensitive head toyed with, taken into her mouth as one hand continued to roam about a breast while the other prevented her from disengaging from that shaft. Even as he throbbed, the telltale sign that he was getting closer.

The hand at the back of her head tightened. He pulsed that fired that seed down her throat punctuated with a groan. “Not bad ...”

Drawing out of her mouth he put that scepter away then returned to his armor. She was feed, as for her message he would pass it along. She waited in that cell for a bit seeing the other prisoner released before word got back to her.

“You're in luck. Mitzi will see you now.” Taken from her cell her naked body received many stares along the way to a larger chamber.

There was definitely a large humanoid figure watching her from the dark corner that she had difficulty making out entirely. The room reminded her of another lab given all the beakers, flasks, tables and book shelves.

There was a beautiful green haired, blue eyed Ospodan roughly her height that lacked the armor that the others wore. Or the armament for that matter.

She looked towards her, then the guard. “Really? Leave us. And bring her some clothes.” She waited until he departed, her eyes studying her slowly as she stepped forward then walked around her, a lone finger touching a breast skimming against her there then arms and shoulders before retracting.

“You wished to see me? What is your name and why are you here?”

Sloppy, wet sounds filled the cellblock as the guard proceeded to use the agent’s face as a sex toy. She kept her back arched, laying out her large cleavage as he slipped increasingly easily through it… her saliva having run down his cock’s length and started to make the valley between her prominent tits rather slippery. It continued for a while… or at least, it seemed like quite some time to the ashamed girl. Eventually, she felt his swollen head throbbing atop her tongue and braced herself. Each strand of alien cum shot into her mouth with a bit of force, and she made an effort to swallow as much of it as she could.

After it was over, she was quiet for the most part… he seemed to be following through with his end, and she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him… he wasn’t even her rapist, she’d offered herself, the young woman thought, torturing herself with the fact. The eventual tray of food she was presented with was… probably not meant for humans. Despite that, and despite her self-hatred, she wolfed it down rather quickly… trying to space it out a little to avoid getting sick, but desperately hungry at the same time.

Eventually, she was also escorted to this “Mitzi” that she’d been told about… or at least, she was escorted somewhere. For all that she knew it could have been the guard having more fun at her expense. The stares of the crew eying her naked body as she walked past were growing somewhat less embarrassing, though not by much.

When she again found herself in a lab, Haley began to think this had been a mistake on her part. Before she could reconsider, she noticed the shadowy figure lurking in one of the room’s corners, and initially recoiled, before they stepped into the light somewhat and turned out to be a woman. Instinctively she was put slightly at ease before she recalled that the person who had brought her here was also a woman. The command to bring her clothes did help calm her a little though.

“Haley Young, A.D.D. Agent…” She says, quickly rattling off the story of how she’d come to be here, her “sentence” by Kray, and a simple note that she’d… “encountered” Slade. “I’ll be honest… miss? Not sure the proper title for you. It sounded like being useful to you was the least horrible way to survive here until I’m released.”

Mitzi regarded her for a moment then cast her gaze at something in the darkness where she could hear a grunt from a figure that was there.

“You are mistaken. Why Kray would tolerate an agent being here is his business. I primarily focus on my trade and experimentation from time to time. The best of a bad situation, well I'll leave you to be the judge of that.

“I get bored easy. But if you can manage to keep my interest, keep me entertained, then things may be easier then sitting naked in a cell.”

Mitzi gazed into her eyes while considering something. “Human … agent … any idea as to how long Kray is going to keep you around? You mentioned being released and Kray doesn't take slaves. His interests rest with vengeance against the holy order.”

Mitzi began mixing a few of the chemicals while they waited for the clothes to arrive. The primary chemical she was mixing changed from blue to green. She stirred it up, cast a look back at her.

“You have met Slade? Am I to conclude that you have information that Kray wishes to expunge from you?”

Haley’s shoulders dropped just slightly as Mitzi began to speak… she was sure she was about to be cast back to her cell, though that turned out not to be the case. “Well… I didn’t come here by choice…” She says, before relaying the whole saga of how Nissa had saved her and then captured her and brought her before Kray. “So… yeah I assume he wants me to at least not remember where she brought me. Can’t say I enjoy the thought of having that… having Slade doing anything to my head.” She mutters the last bit, trying to stay polite.

“I’ve really got no clue how long he plans to keep me… or even why he’s keeping me if he doesn’t take slaves. I don’t even know about this “Holy Order”…” She admits, looking about the room… mostly at the figure hiding in the darkness. She couldn’t see them but there was definitely SOMEONE there. “What… can I do to keep you entertained or otherwise… well as you said, stay out of a cell?” She offers quietly, watching her work. Haley had almost no practical knowledge of chemistry beyond the pedestrian… she hoped that didn’t mean she’d end up as a test subject, though she supposed if she survived even that was better than starving alone, naked, and forgotten.