Imagine Vexus capturing you for her own amusement.
It was flattering an alien queen decided to oversee your abduction in person. But you weren’t sure what she wanted with a “meat bag.”
“How apt,” she drawled, before reaching down to claim your testicles. “You know exactly what I want.”
You started, before her other hand caressed your face. Her metallic digits’ warmth caught you off guard. She bared her teeth in a grin. You wondered if the other gynoids on Cluster Prime were designed to be that beautiful.













