He interrupted the flow of words. "Has the story started yet? I am not clear about that. It seems more of a ramble around the subject. Can you perhaps...get to the point?" Not yet, Governor. That discourse was the preamble. The story starts with a woman. I shall call her Megan Malla, for the purposes of this tale. Now, Megan was a scientist, married to another scientist who did not work in space. I shall call him Adrian. How they managed to meet, and get married, I do not know, but they seemed to. ”The signs that I was getting through were subtle. Her breath remained even, her eyes remained focused on mine and her body held its totally relaxed state. The giveaways were her nipples, which were as erect as they had ever been and her pussy, which was obviously re- enflamed with desire.She whispered, as if the effort to speak with any more force was beyond her. “I want to be your sex slave. I want you to take me and make me completely yours.”There it was. I don’t know if it was an original. Hands running through her hair, fingers caressing over the curves of her waist and hips.“More Darling, more…” Lum moaned kissing at Ataru’s neck and chest.Lum’s excitement was undeniable. She was already pulling at Ataru’s pants, desperate to get them off. The sensation of energy flowing between them and Lum’s hands pawing at his crotch, Ataru’s excitement was clear too. His undid Lum’s top as she pulled down with pants. The wet bit of tiger-stripped cloth fell to the ground in a puddle, a pair. I stood tied to a frame, naked except for the plastic bra which showed myswollen nipples and breasts, and the corset which contracted my nowsmaller waist into something approaching a wasp shape, my hips and bottomswollen with the increased fat in them. From a distance I looked veryfemale. My once functioning penis had been injected with something whichnow meant it was small and flaccid, and which had then been sewn into myscrotal sac to resemble a pudenda. They told me at first, my balls.