Yif... beautiful spacefarer and diplomat from far, had bartered with the malicious monster. In exchange for refueling and a place to dock for a few days... and then maps and information... she had given much. In the end, the gorgeous Albinnja had sacrificed what seemed to be her body and soul for her people on the Ice World Valhalla... or perhaps, she was merely easily manipulated by the monster into offering up what he wanted.

And he took... took much, took until she had little left to give. But... eventually, it would end. Almost... as she still had something more she agreed to. A business contract, of sorts... and what amounted to much, much more, as she would learn...


It was a long time before the beautiful elfin woman awoke again... her world had become this, become the endless fucking, the endless pounding, sex. Her massive mammaries were milked, squeezed, her sex endlessly plundered, her buttocks forever dancing.

In fact... it had been a few mere days. Barely, before her entire mind and soul had forever collapsed, he had stopped. Her consciousness had been perverted and tormented into submission... but not so much that she was forever gone...

And from then, she had the most necessary thing to recover. Sleep. Lots of it...


Today, when she awoke... what was left of her mind would find herself in a large, soft bed, covered in silken white sheets. Beneath it, she was naked, the fabric kissing and caressing her beautiful skin, outlining her generous curves perfectly. The large bed stretched out in all directions, hanging drapes of a soft pink surrounding it...

A four-poster bed, covered in a translucent screen that cloaked the room beyond. It was well-lit, she saw, and filled with lavish decorations, furniture, and extended quite a bit in the three directions before her. She could make out the barest outlines of a large cabinet to her right, topped with a large mirror... on her left, a desk of some kind with another mirror set in its back. No, perhaps it was a place for powdering and makeup...

Closer to that side was a small end-table made of a white-colored wood, polished to almost a shine. It was close enough that she could make out the carvings of cherubs and nymphs running along its legs and outer edge, twisting about and doing things that would make one blush.

The headboard of the bed, too, she noticed was carved, dozens of winged, angelic women reaching up towards a 'star' set at the top. She also saw something else... a long length of silvery chain, loosely wrapped around two 'horns' in the headboard's shape, connected to an elegantly designed ring set in the white wall just above the bed. The ring was set into a 'track' that ran up the wall and disappeared above... some way of sliding it up?

But what caught her eye was the other end of the chain. A lovely collar made of silver and other metals hung off of the very top, just above the star that the carved angels reached for. The collar was set with sparkling gemstones... that she recognized. Hers! The ones she had traded him...

It was a thing meant for her, some part of her knew. But it was not on her, merely hanging there... a threat, or a promise.

The alien was not in sight, and she could not see anything actually binding her there. Her clothes were gone, but the sheet could do in a pinch...