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As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, the silence hitNoellelike a weight.Theenormous space seemed to echo around her, swallowing her up.Everythingabout the room was on a giant scale—an immense bed draped in thick blankets, a wardrobe that could have doubled as a walk-in closet back home, and plush purple carpeting that muffled her footsteps.Thoughat least it wasn’t as deep as the carpeting outside in the hall, which made walking difficult.
It’s like falling into a fairy tale.Ora nightmare,Noellethought.
She wandered to the adjoining bathroom, curiosity mingling with her anxiety.Thebathroom fixtures were oversized, alien, and utterly baffling.
The bathtub alone was as tall as her chest, with strange, spiraling pipes and glittering handles shaped like curling vines and crystalline spheres.Ittook her several minutes to figure out which combination of knobs made hot water flow—the first one turned on a blast of icy water and the second one shot out steam, but the third combination finally rewarded her with a cascade of warmth.
Noelle dragged a heavy wooden stepstool over to the edge and climbed into the tub, feeling a flush of relief as the hot water closed over her aching limbs.Thebath was so big she could stretch out completely and still not reach either end.
I could swim laps in here.It’seven bigger than theKindredbathing pools back on theMotherShip,she thought.
She let herself float, closing her eyes, the weightlessness soothing her for a moment.
But she couldn’t drift forever.Sheneeded to get clean, she reminded herself.
There were bottles lined up along the edge of the enormous tub—oversized, with bright alien glyphs on the labels.Noellesniffed the contents carefully—one smelled like mint and honey and a strange alien spice she couldn’t name.Anotherreminded her of crisp apples mixed with a floral essence which was nice.
She used the apple-scented one for her hair, luxuriating in the feeling of washing away the grime and stress of the prison ship.Thebubbles were thick and rich, clinging to her hair in shimmery layers.
She was glad to see that she was able to touch her hair enough to wash it, though she had to be careful not to touch the rest of her bare skin.Thedamn collar she was wearing made washing tricky, but she found an oversized sponge on a stick and used the mint and honey soap to scrub her body.
For a little while, she pushed everything out of her mind—the fact that she was now owned by aTrolloxand the way her body was throbbing with sexual need—and let herself enjoy the simple, human pleasure of being clean.
If only everything else could feel this normal,she thought wistfully, as she finally started to relax.
But her body’s needs intruded on her peace and soon she couldn’t ignore the persistent ache in her breasts any longer.Theyfelt even fuller and heavier than before.
Madre deDios, they’re so sensitive.Andmy nipples…Sheglanced down, feeling a sharp stab of concern.Arethey… darker than usual?
Her pussy was throbbing too—swollen and tender in a way that made her horribly uncomfortable.Evenpressing her thighs together made her wince.Andevery time she forgot herself and reached to rub her breast or scratch her hip, the collar shocked her—a sudden, stinging pain that left her gasping and blinking away tears.
This is torture.Ican’t even scratch an itch and my whole body is itchy and needy.WhydidLupinsay this would happen ifIdidn’t take that second treatment?Nectaritis… and what was the other one?Advancedsexual hyper-neediness?Isthat what’s happening to me?Dios,IwishIknew!
She finally dragged herself out of the bath, wrapping up in one of the giant towels hanging on a very high rack mounted on the wall.Noellehad to stand on her tiptoes to pull it down.
But once she had it, she found it wasn’t like any towel she’d used before.Itwas coarse and rough—like drying off with sandpaper,she thought, wincing as she blotted carefully at her over-sensitive skin.Shedabbed at her aching breasts and between her thighs as gently as she could, but the rough towel still made her flinch.
As soon as she was dry, she decided to get dressed for bed—preferably in something that covered her enough that she wouldn’t be shocking herself all night.
The green gown from the auction was out of the question, of course.Fora moment, she thought about wearing the oversized men’s shirt she’d found inBurn’scloset.Butthat made her wonder if there might be clothes in the closet in her own room.Hopefluttered in her chest as she crossed the room and opened the enormous wardrobe.
Sure enough, there was a whole row of outfits in varying sizes—many of which looked like they might fit her.Fora brief, wonderful moment, she thought she might have found something to make her feel safe and normal.Buther heart sank almost immediately as she examined them more closely.
The first outfit was a black vinyl corset with matching thigh-high boots—definitely the kind of thing you’d see in a club, not a bedroom.Thesecond was a silvery mesh catsuit, with holes strategically cut out so that her nipples and pussy would be completely on display.Thethird was a pair of red lace panties attached to garters and absolutely nothing else.Therewere also latex mini-dresses, mesh halter tops, and even a sheer skirt that would have left her backside entirely bare.
Madre deDios, what kind of person picked out these clothes?Noellewondered.Everysingle outfit was obscene or provocative in some way.
At last, she found a sheer red nightgown—the only thing in the closet that looked remotely wearable, even if it was nearly transparent.Shepulled it over her head, grateful for the soft, slippery fabric against her hypersensitive skin.
At least it doesn’t itch me.Andthe color looks pretty against my skin,she thought.
But when she looked in the enormous floor-to ceiling mirror mounted on the wall, she saw that her nipples and the soft mound of curls at the top of her pussy were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
Oh well.It’sbetter than being completely naked,she told herself.Andit’s not like anyone is going to see me.
It was time to get some sleep—if she could— with her body throbbing the way it was.Butjust asNoellewas about to climb into the massive bed, she glanced down and felt her heart fist in her chest.
There were drops of liquid beading at the tips of her nipples, clearly visible through the sheer silk fabric of the nightgown.Infact, the nightgown already had wet spots on it so she must have started leaking a while ago.