Béla had to shut down her perceptions for a while. There were too many people here.A band was setting up in a corner of the ballroom. There were only...four people in the band. The instruments were familiar, having come from Earth, of course. It had been a while since she heard music. Her father’s people weren’t musically inclined, or, for that matter, not very artistic, either. In fact, the only positive thing she could give them credit for was that they were good builders, if very utilitarian.. Then she began to tell her employer details of her old dad, and how she had been used. “well maam it was just before my twelfth birthday when he sat me down and told me of the birds an` bees, I was a budding youngster just having my first bleed about then and my titties were just sprouting, he had my mum, god rest her, he had her strip off and stand at the table end in our kitchen, then he showed me her body and what I would one day look like. Explained how titties worked and what that was for.. They become aroused at the slightest provocation, and can even be forced to orgasm by the application of pain instead of pleasure."These are my newest additions to this experiment. Their piercings are fresh, and likely agonising. None of them is gay, and all are quite disgusted by having a cock in their mouth. They cannot stop their erections, and their cocks are likely quite sore from being hard so long. And they have not been addicted long enough to have learned to enjoy this sort of. Hey..." Sinbad grabbed the body of the dead girl, and pulled her from Tim's grip. Tim's hands scratched large pieces of flesh from her arms as the body was pulled away.Tim's eyes had turned a bright shade of red and he looked directly at Sinbad, he tasted the air for the smell of blood, he needed more. His look screamed out a challenge, a threat. It clearly said you dare stop me.The two stared at each other for a minute, a drop of blood fell from Tim's lips. His right hand shot out and caught.