Alien Playmates

The Centricle Command Ship hurled through Hyperspace, followed by a long column of Centricle warships. Travelling down a dimly-lit hallway, the tall, slimy commander of the fleet slithered noisily down the passage on his way to one of the training rooms. Loud screams and moans from captured women echoed along the cold, ichor-encrusted walls while the commander stopped before a hexagon-shaped doorway and pressed the portal's activation button with a long tentacle. The segmented door hissed open, allowing the Centricle leader to slide into the large, round chamber and gaze lustfully at his latest toy, Zaza Reed.

The naked girl was straddling a long, thin, metal tabletop while a large, mechanical tentacle thrust itself obscenely into her warm mouth. Another metal probe nestled inside of her wet pussy, pushing deeper into her tight vagina. Zaza lay upon her flat stomach while her hands and ankles were bound underneath the table. The commander licked his fleshy lips and bared his fangs with pleasure as he listened to Zaza's weak moans.

"The subject has been undergoing conditioning for the last two days, just as you ordered, First," said a nearby Centricle tech.

"Good. Is she responding well to the conditioning program?" asked the First.

"She fought the arousal routines at first, but now her body is fully programmed to respond to Centricle sexual stimuli," replied the tech proudly.

"Very good. I am pleased," said the First as he slid up to the prone Zaza and stroked the glistening flesh of her bare back. "Have her sent to my private quarters when this session is complete."

"As you wish, First," nodded the tech in acknowledgement.

Hours later, the Centricle First reclined on a pile of cushions and sipped warm blood from a crystal glass. The dripping, slug-shaped alien hissed softly and swayed with intoxication. A door chime sounded, then the doors slid open to reveal Zaza dressed in a white corset, lace panties, and silk leg hose attached to a garter belt. The beautiful, young woman wore white, high-heeled shoes while her long, red hair spilled down her back. Zaza smiled shyly with her sensuous, red lips, then she swayed over to the reclining Centricle and knelt submissively before him.

"Jedi aren't as strong as I thought," whispered the First as he caressed Zaza's smooth cheek with a slimy tentacle. The lovely girl moaned softly with pleasure and rubbed her cheek against her master's limb as he gazed hungrily at her swelling cleavage.

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