(Sorry got got up with work for the last few weeks)



Daphnee noticed him noticing her. Not that she minded. The nature of her work was to get noticed. She briefly wondered what happened to slaves past their prime. Clearly they got resold again and again as they lost value. She didn't think there was retirement for a slave in the typical sense.

Of course there were different sorts of slaves. She guessed some earned their freedom in some way. Others in the role of sex work must be given a trade and slotted into different roles to keep them beneficial. She assumed eventually when it was time to pass the torch she would have been able to purchase her freedom in some fashion.

Was their a world out there with retired/freed slaves? That was a question for another day.

“Hm. Sounds ominous as to what happens at these parties. I'm not sure when my ship's arriving but it should be soon.” She frowns and thinks things over. “I would feel better if there was someone keeping an eye on it's arrival and pull me out of any potential situation before long. Then again I'm free to do as I wish but I have a habit of attracting attention.”

Green eyes surveyed the options before her. The menu shifting languages as it had before. And while not everything translated over and there were things she just didn't understand since she wasn't a drinker Daphnee found a few viable options.

Working on the drink she pointed in the direction she thought might have this party. They were the closest rooms she could see farther up the hall. “The party's that way?”

(Same here, hope things are better for you now)

“Hm. Sounds ominous as to what happens at these parties. I'm not sure when my ship's arriving but it should be soon.”

"Well, if it's not your cup of juice, you can just sit back and watch." he suggests. "Oh, you'll know. Usually, during a dock, they'll specifically call to you over the PA. And if you need directions to the hangar, just ask anyone here. I'm thinking everyone here's had a chance to view that spectacular performance you gave yesterday..."

“The party's that way?”

For a moment, his voice trails off as those 'eyes' continue to survey Daphnee's body as she helps herself to a light drink. The muscular sheaths move slightly, but eventually he finds his voice through significant effort.

"The barracks are on the anchor level." he explains. "Shall I take you there?."

So it was sort of like a last call announcement at an airport. Of course there was no scheduled departure time as far as Daphnee knew. Made sense, a call would go out that the ship was ready and would depart on her arrival. Still, she wasn't entirely sure if she would be raveling alone so there was no sense holding things up for long. It was good to know that she wouldn't have to rush anywhere.

Those eyes still lingered on her from time to time. Not that she minded. She didn't put on a show as far as she realized but she didn't deny him from looking. Sipping down her drink as they talked.

As she was unfamiliar with the ship a guide was more than welcome. “Watching a show would be different. Hm … I think I just might do that.” No doubt someone or something might attempt to convince her to participate but she would see what she was dealing with first.

“I'd like a guide. Thank you.” Daphnee smiled then sucked down the rest of her drink. Green eyes looked him over. Then out of the blue she tossed out a number. “Only minty.”

She smirked as she got ready to depart. If asked about it her smirk deepens. “Your eyes. The ones I can see anyway. I estimate I only have the attention of ninety percent of them. I must be loosing my touch.”

Running a finger against his chest after setting her empty drink aside. “I have a challenge for you. I'll tell you along the way. It' probably not fair but I think you may like it.”

As they set out, he appeared on the cusp of asking a question, but english was clearly an unfamiliar language to her guide - and he fumbled with the words, clearly making an effort to string out a coherent question. The eyes followed her every move, shifting outwards on muscular rings every now and then to take a better look at Daphnee's body whenever the chance presented itself. The fact she was actually keeping up a conversation was quite surprising to him.

"... why are you looking like you're about to make a witty joke? Is my skin molting or something?" he finally asked her.

“Your eyes. The ones I can see anyway. I estimate I only have the attention of ninety percent of them. I must be loosing my touch.”

Muscular lengths lining the 'limbs' of the creature flush a bright orange-red as the eyes rapidly pull back into their protective casings as she quips this, then confusion as she admits that she must be losing her touch.

"Oh." he fumbles again. "See, uh... It's not every day you see humans walking around like you are... a challenge? Ah wait, I don't have to fight you or anything, do I? If I break you, I'm going to get stuck with a pretty huge bill..."

Daphnee grinned at his remark. He probably wouldn't get the reference but she answered all the same. “I'm German. A particular race among humans. We're not known for having the best senses of humor.” Hers wasn't too bad, at least she thought so. After all she practiced a comedy routine with her dolls. Then again she wasn't born in Germany and had a ton of American influences growing up.

As they walked she discerned that color change. While not apt at reading many of the alien species out there she associated this with a tell like a blush of sorts.

She shook her head.

“No, not that sort of challenge. I'm not much of a fighter anyway unless you factor in taking a beating. Not very fun. What I was thinking ...”

She glanced around as if worried that they could be eavesdropped on. Then leaning in close she whispered to him. “Keep all your eyes on me for oh, ten minutes and win a prize.”

Her aim clear, figuring that unusual things would be going on that would compete for his attention. Could she hold it for long? With all those eyes she was willing to bet his species was use to keeping a few roving for dangers or just to have better situational awareness. Could she compete with whatever was going on there? She'd soon find out.

“Unless of course you're not up for it.”

“I'm German. A particular race among humans. We're not known for having the best senses of humor.” she told him.

"Humans have subraces?" her interlocutor's eyes explored her body, obviously trying to find some physical difference with this new information. His voice almost sounded different - before settling back into something normal. Was that surprise? Excitement? Some melding of both? "... I didn't know that."

The hallways would shift in activity - as often than not, the hallways were crowded - some even moved vehicles loaded with crates every now and then. Other times, the road was empty - as if night had fallen in a rural village. The ones clad in full-covering armor that she had seen guard areas where VIPs had been, a heavy firearm in hand appeared the most humanoid, but they completely ignored Daphnee as they traveled through the vast vessel. Others gave her some curious stares - but aside from the hairlike feeler prodding her cute butt, then withdrawing into looked like a pillar of liquid water spinning in a self-replenishing cycle sped away, no one really put 'hands' on her.

"He must've been curious." he mused, spotting the errant intruder speed away.

His attention returned to her as she considered a proper challenge. “Keep all your eyes on me for oh, ten minutes and win a prize.” she finally explained.

"Alright, but you're gonna walk in front." the eyes lift out of those sockets, shifting to allow the yellowish-green orbs to 'open' up properly. "See, last time I got distracted by a human like this, I walked right into a wall. Anyway, the transport station's a few minutes from here, turn right at the first crossroads."

“Oh there are lots of ethnicities. Essentially we look similar. Skin and hair color, some genetic traits and so on make up most of the differences. Some traits are shared. Many of the ethnicities have interbreed over the years. Mostly the changes are mostly medical. Having a resistance to a disease or being susceptible to one. But not everyone of a particular race has these drawbacks, just a greater likelihood.” She explained though it was probably too much information when a simple yes could have sufficed.

As they went on Daphnee observed all the commotion. She tried to stay out of the way when she could. At various points she had to wait for beings to get out of the way. One even groped her ass before zipping by. It was hard to saw with what. It didn't feel like a hand or tentacle. Some sort of hair-like feeler.

Distracted for a moment she gazed off in the direction of the craft.

“Then who could I tell if I had the attention of all those eyes?” She grinned as they moved along. “Time won't start until we're at our destination. Preferably seated with drinks. Just this way?”

Daphnee took the lead following his directions until getting to their destination at last. She couldn't hear much from beyond the door. Not that that told her much. The rooms could be sound proofed or the noise out here with all the traffic going about could be a cover of sorts.

Pressing her palm to the door control panel she operated it. Moving in her gaze floated about the scene that she now found herself in. Appraising both aliens and whatever passed as their entertainment though she had a decent idea about that. After taking all that in her next priority was finding drinks and a good place to sit that was somewhat out of the way where she and the alien with her could watch on without being a hindrance.

As she rambled on, it was clear that her guide was paying close attention to her words. Humans must've be truly rare out here, and the chance to learn more about them, let alone have an actual conversation with someone who wasn't just a broken-in slave just added to the sheer exoticism of it all.

“Then who could I tell if I had the attention of all those eyes?” She grinned as they moved along. “Time won't start until we're at our destination. Preferably seated with drinks. Just this way?”

"That sounds fair." he shifts to keep her in his 'eyes' as he follows along with her. He's about to stop her when she arrives at the station and presses the biosensor panel. Much to his surprise, the system waves her through into the station lounge. "Wait, so is THE Daphnee actually working on this ship?" he asks her as he taps the control panel, and waiting until the console dings out a confirmation.

Strange text appears on the screen, but it's not translated to anything readable for her. "The transport to the Anchor section's on the way. Please wait." he reads it out to her. "So... how long do I have to keep looking at you?" he finally asks her.

He was an attentive sort. A good listener too seeing that most aliens didn't chat with her much. Tending to have one thing in mind most of the time. It occurred to Daphnee that he wasn't aware of who she was unless she misread his words thinking that it was a question that she might have an answer to. Unless he was surprised that she was here and asking about her employment.

Green eyes took him in. Appraising the question. “She's not. Just clocked out.” She looked for any hint that she might have been mistaken as someone else. It was hard to read non-humans. She had some success in the past though not much.

“I am she. And you don't have to keep your eyes on me at all. That's your choice. But before we begin I'll let you know.” She was uncertain as to what she'd be up against but figured a duration of time to keep him at his wits end would suffice. Then again for all she knew the party could be a complete sausage feast making the task easy.

She nodded as he translated the text for her. “It depends on if you really want that prize or not.” She sauntered past him allowing him to get a good view of her.

Entering the lift once it arrived she made a come hither motion with her finger for him to board as well. Glancing to the controls she didn't recognize any of the symbols representing the various decks. The big red one was likely an emergency stop button but outside of it she had no clue.

"Clocked out, huh? Well, I see how it is then..." the eyes shifted - the ring-like muscles focusing those orbs as he entered the transport along with her. "I take it you're cleared to walk around wherever you please? And since whoever's OK'd you to use the onboard systems, I'm sure there'll be no issue if you hang around the Anchor area."

Up close, the subtle scent of a seaside breeze hung in the air as the skin shifted around, the eyes clearly admiring Daphnee up close and personal as he moved around to let her find a seat. The powered doors shut with an audible hiss, and the transport moved downwards diagonally, as if part of a great escalator. Slow, at first - then picking up speed as if it would fly away somewhere, the transport began to move down; giving her an idea of the scale of this vessel. More of those eyes pulled themselves loose from those ringlike sockets and watched her, clearly taking in the sight of her exotic beauty, toned legs and superb proportions.

Those shifting eyes, supported on dense, finger-like tendrils watched her every move, paying particular focus to the way her sheer outfit clung to her body, accentuating her tits, and drawing attention to her thighs and shapely legs. The skirt followed the balanced curve of her prim and tight rear, and each motion was closely followed by those eager eyes of his.

"Do you like it? Being watched, I mean." he finally asked her, his natural curiosity winning out in the end.

“It's all been cleared by the boss man. Just waiting for my transport to arrive.” Daphnee confirmed. She had no idea as to how far out it was. It could be a few hours or a day. Either way it didn't concern her.

She sat back. Crossing one leg over the other as she picked up on his interest. Those eyes of his already starting to pay attention to her curves. Like Master she didn't know where to look. But as before she randomly picked an eye directing her focus there.

The alien didn't smell bad either. Of all the sorts she ran across their were plenty of foul smelling ones along with those that she couldn't detect and those that smelled pleasant. There were some that even exuded strong pheromones and aphrodisiacs but she tended to avoid the later whenever possible. She didn't like being drugged. Given how she tossed herself into things they hardly mattered except in those cases she would be made to yearn and suffer.

It might have been a quirk of hers. She loathed begging and even refused to do so. It never worked for her at Shokushu. Her first year was rough. Something broke inside her during her second year. She refrained from begging and those sadists lost interest in her. She didn't know or care if it worked or the influx of new students caught the eye of these individuals.

As a reward for not being tortured she tossed herself into things so no one would complain.

The ship was large. The transport moving them along. Before long he had a question for her and she pondered it. “That's a little complicated. I love my job. With how things could have turned out it could have been much, much worse. While I'm working I want that attention. Want to show the galaxy what they're missing. When I'm off the clock I certainly appreciate interest. There are days that I just want to shut everything out. But being famous I get approached by fans a lot.

“Most of the time it isn't too bad. Some think they're entitled. Getting handsy is somewhat a norm. A grope instead of an autograph is standard. Some try to be more insistent than that. Fortunately I have people that deal with that. For the most part security intercedes. I shudder to think how I'd have it if I wasn't such a draw. One day I'll loose the appeal of my audience. Someone younger will come around, I'll grow to old, but by then I should have been able to purchase my freedom and get a good security team in place to deal with threats.

“Maybe I'll retire someplace on a remote world. Or even start up a circuit with my own slaves giving others a better opportunity seeing how bad most humans have it out here. I haven't really thought on it too much. Last though,” she shot him a small smile.

“I have to constantly cheek if I hold the interest of others when other factors and distractions are in place. It keeps me aware of up and comers and if I've lost a step. I know how quickly things can unravel so I have to stay atop of things when I can. Hope that answer isn't too boring or long winded.”

“It's all been cleared by the boss man. Just waiting for my transport to arrive.” Daphnee confirmed, and one eyestalk peering at the transport unit's main screen confirmed it for him. Satisfied that he wouldn't be in trouble, the creature's muscular 'legs' relax as those eyes return her gaze. And they're no slackers either - even the eyes at the 'far end' turn around to watch her - giving her the sensation that she was back on a stage as the small transport module zipped by other transports - some empty, clearly automated. Others held passengers who sat quietly - others even had a human or two having a good time with the other passengers.

Her interlocutor, on the other hand - was more interested in speaking to her. In fact, given his curiosity and relatively normal-ish grasp on her language, it was clear he was clearly having a good time just speaking with her, despite his job. The only thing that gave away his well-hidden inner desires was how his eyes focused on every point of her body all at the same time, their gaze lingering on her groin and breasts as he watched her.

“That's a little complicated. I love my job. With how things could have turned out it could have been much, much worse."

"Oh yeah, the master of this vessel is a good boss. You're lucky that you ended up work for him." he admits. "One time, I dropped a crate of his favorite terran wine and I was standing there thinking I'd get chucked outta an airlock. We're all lucky to be serving under such a magnanimous master."

While I'm working I want that attention. Want to show the galaxy what they're missing. When I'm off the clock I certainly appreciate interest. There are days that I just want to shut everything out. But being famous I get approached by fans a lot."

"You sure are amazing." he breathes out, the slits lining those muscular limbs quivering like the gills of a fish as they take in her scent. "Humans don't have much luck out here, though. The fact you've managed to negotiate your station like this is your extreme fortune."

“Most of the time it isn't too bad. Some think they're entitled. Getting handsy is somewhat a norm. A grope instead of an autograph is standard. Some try to be more insistent than that. Fortunately I have people that deal with that. For the most part security intercedes. I shudder to think how I'd have it if I wasn't such a draw. One day I'll loose the appeal of my audience. Someone younger will come around, I'll grow to old, but by then I should have been able to purchase my freedom and get a good security team in place to deal with threats."

"Well, it's just that humans are - pardon the term - 'luxury goods'. And that's when they've been broken in to mindlessly serve the pleasure of their owners. You, on the other hand - you've kept your sanity and your wits intact. And that alone adds a fresh layer of desirability to some. Others prefer their slaves broken and obedient - but the way you are now, you draw so much more to your performances when you're clearly willing to give every fella who scores the lottery a chance at having some fun with a real, live human." he responds, the conversation clearly making him flush with excitement. "Ah... yeah. Humans have a shorter-than-average lifespan, I suppose. It does happen, but given your performances, you're nowhere near to being in debt, correct? I'd ask for an autograph, but I left my compsys in my dorm room..."

It's clear he does want to cop a feel, but it's a supreme show of restraint that he doesn't jump her right there and then. The conversation continues as the transport arrives at an intersection, then starts heading 'downwards' rather than horizontally.

“Maybe I'll retire someplace on a remote world. Or even start up a circuit with my own slaves giving others a better opportunity seeing how bad most humans have it out here. I haven't really thought on it too much. Last though, I have to constantly cheek if I hold the interest of others when other factors and distractions are in place. It keeps me aware of up and comers and if I've lost a step. I know how quickly things can unravel so I have to stay atop of things when I can. Hope that answer isn't too boring or long winded.”

"You've given quite a lot of thought to this. I'd recommend against a remote world - though; there's always a risk of pirate attacks." he responds. "And no, this conversation sure is interesting! That's exactly why humans like you are pretty much the cream of the crop. Usually, they'd just be so broken that they'd start off by bending over - but I suppose it's a personal preference; humans who can pleasure anyone without fail, AND can still hold up a conversation are fascinating, at least in my opinion."

She certainly could see the appeal. If the average slave was a broken mess a compliant one went against the norm. Daphnee was certain she wasn't the only one but she had to have been among the most fortunate. Her Master was in the position to make money in a rather grand way. While sex clubs and slaves were sort of the norm from what she could tell exposure and travel on a galactic circuit brought her to the audience rather than the other way around.

She was abnormal among the usual slaves and thus a draw. For the time credits were good. The future was a long way off and she didn't have to worry about reaching her expiration date soon. That was a long way off and by staying on top of things she should be able to prolong that a bit. Travel too helped. She was never in the same place for long so the desire didn't wane as far as she could tell. While she didn't take care of all the figures she did look them over from time to time in order to get a feel of patterns.

The ship was big. They passed by empty transports. Others moved by themselves, automated and called to particular areas or returning to one after dropping off passengers. They never got close enough to others to make out features. It was clear though that some of those transports had extracurricular activities going on. For a moment she wondered if Tsuya was one of them. It was hard to tell one naked dark haired girl from another though from a distance the alien looked like a plant.

The alien she was with was pleasant enough. Daphnee felt all those eyes upon her. She felt a tingle, sort of like a sixth sense. Back on Shokushu she developed a feeling for when she was being watched. When she was in danger. This felt different. She felt that attention but it didn't feel predatory.

He had taken her words to heart. Behaving himself or perhaps he was afraid of the Master and what he would do if he tried anything. Especially after being forgiven for his earlier mistake. How long ago did he drop that stuff? She felt as if that was in the past. Maybe recent but not so recent to have affected her stay on the ship so far. It didn't matter much.

Biting the tip of her index finger Daphnee showed consideration to his words. “Hm. I hadn't considered pirates. It would do no good to save a bunch of girls only to leave them vulnerable to such attacks. I hadn't factored that in about them raiding remote worlds. Maybe a secluded area on a well protected core world. Kick backs for protection and of course my own personal security team. Oh, I have an idea.”

Green eyes sparkle. She grins and the well behaved alien finds her hand softly tracking along his thigh. “It's a long way off … no, I'm sure you're needed here.” She teased him with her words. The meat of her palm pressing against his thigh as she moved it higher up his crotch. Always retreating before making contact with his crotch. Her eyes watched the fabric of his clothes. Watching for any growth. Deliberately not touching him there.

“I'm sure it could be arranged if you're interested.” She added though it was uncertain what she was talking about now. As she went on it was clear she was still on the topic that she brought up. “I bet with all those eyes your very observant. You haven't looked away yet. How good would you be at looking everywhere else but me?”

She let him answer before proceeding with what was on her mind. This time her hand did sweep over the bulge as she determined just what she was working with. Was he too large? Small? A weird shape? Her mind calculated the numerous possibilities and how to take it from there. Still on target, those eyes peek up at him.

“I'll need a security team. One not dependent on just tech either. With all those jammers out there.” Strong and skilled ones would have their place too. But she would need those with perception too. Now he just might have eyesight no better than her own but able to see all about himself. All those eyes didn't mean he was good at spotting trouble either. That wasn't the issue. Nor was it an immediate position.

“Someone to whisk me away from danger. I'll have plenty of those that will be able to fight so you don't need any sort of combat ability.” She traced her fingers against his member with a slow caress. Letting him consider the scenario. What it wold all entail. Of course he could decline, that too wouldn't matter in the long run but it felt a shame not to reward his behavior in some fashion.

"Depending on your tastes, and your tolerance for gravity, you should be able to find some safe worlds - protected by fleets similar to this." he explains. "Of course, if you're moving in permanently, you need to do your research on what's available there, what's forbidden by law, the way the dwellings are designed. If you're a fan of urban spaces, that would be the cheapest option."


When his interlocutor mentions that she's looking for security teams, he explains that while she is under contract, there are freelance groups out there that can play the role of the pirate, the infiltrator and the security team for the right amount of money. He then explains that the owner of this vessel has contracted some of these mercenary groups to serve as auxiliaries to his own personal army.


"I think... since we're headed to the barracks, perhaps you could meet the mercenary leaders there and perhaps work something out." he finishes. "Just remember this - there's many groups out there and you need to research the ones you hire. Some of them will sell you out for a bigger chunk of change, others will honor your contract to the letter as long as you pay them. Of course, this means you'll have to pay them, or else they get very, very angry..."


For a few moments, he says nothing. Then, he quickly shifts the subject somewhat. "Don't worry, I'll let you know who's who when we get there. If I let you get swiped by a low-grade mercenary group, I'm never going to live it down."

He continues to talk to her about a job change.

"I'd say I'm average. Having extra eyes is nice, but I'd have to be trained properly for personal security. I'd like to renegotiate my work contract sometime if that's the case." he admits. "But now's not a good time, since I haven't finished the initial working time-oh"


Realizing what she's doing, one of those powerful legs lifted up to give her a little room. The leathery 'skin' peeled back at her touch, letting her fingers explore the depths of his shifting mass. Muscles and bony spikes moved out of her way to give her access to what she sought - and he let out a slight grunt as her hand found the prehensile length she was seeking. The length was pleasantly smooth, but the tip was pockmarked with twitching lumps and hairlike tendrils that seemed to move almost independently, brushing against her arm as she felt out his cock. The lumps throb with heat as her fingers caress them.

“There will be a lot to consider.” It was a ways off in the future but it didn't hurt to keep all that in mind. She traveled a lot and got a sample of some of the various conditions of a planet. Not enough to know what the weather or climate was for the most part but things like gravity was something she felt. At times she felt heavier and even lighter. So far most of the worlds she was brought to was close to Earth standard. This was probably for her comfort, that and it allowed her to perform at her best.

Daphnee did consider when the topic turned to security. It gave her a start when the time came. “Hm. Perhaps he'll have some recommendations. Again, that's far from now. It wouldn't hurt to keep these things in mind though. I could get started with some minor things, checking into locations and such.”

Of course work came first. She'd have to keep up there with learning new dance routines and such. In her free time, however, looking wouldn't hurt.

“I don't think I'll speak to any of them now. I have plenty of time to do my research unless something unexpected happens and I'm out of a job tomorrow. Abducted, injured too badly. That sort of thing. While I'm under contract I wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I'm more than happy as I am. But eventually my contract will end, my Master may release me from it or so on. I just like being prepared.” Says the girl that went around with a survival pack back at Shokushu. Little had she realized she was still there. A combination of what was happening now combined with what she had learned from Sliimer allowed the student to sink into matters fully.

“You have time to develop those skills. Train, whatever security personnel teaches. These are just my inner musings coming to light. It will be years, hopefully, before any of this happens. Probably closer to decades barring the unforeseen I mentioned.” And she couldn't really prepare for that.

Her brow did raise. An inquisitive or perhaps mischief look cast over her features. “You like that?” When he was exposed she had a good look over that member. Prehensile? That was indeed rare in her experiences. It had plenty of movement. On top of that the tip had been tailored differently. While the rest was smooth it was fraught with lumps and hair-like protrusions had been there. They seemed to quiver and move especially as her thumb graced over that tip. Rubbing it softly.

When she moved away from it she danced along that shaft. Glancing back to the controls of the transport she couldn't work out how to stop it or if it did stop. Nor could she determine how long it would be until they reached their destination. She ignored that for the time being. Bending down to give him a slow long lick with her tongue. Green eyes peek up for a moment. Then she returns to his shaft this time licking straight down it. Ending at the tip her tongue slides over some of those lumps as she guides it over the head of his cock.

Again she peeks up and grins. “We probably don't have time ...” She teases.