9.5ft full of scars, A Yautja fantasy story

After the warm"welcoming speech" their "owner" gave them, they were taken to their new rooms, which they had to share with another member of their group. Iris was, secretly, relieved to hear, she had to share her room with Jelmer and not with Veronique. Even though, the Frenchwoman had become a dear friend, she also had a tendency to wallow in negativity, something Iris understood but did not want to be confronted with all day long, as it would only remind her of what she had lost herself.

The room she shared with Jelmer wasn't large but offered them both enough space to get a little privacy thanks to a Chinese looking room divider. The room contained two fairly large beds, probably meant to fit all sizes of "employees", two wardrobes, with a large make-up table in between, above which hung two square mirrors lit all around.

In the corner of the room was a door that led to a small, but functional bathroom and toilet. Needless to say there was no window, so to escape, at least from their room was impossible.

After they had installed themselves, they were lead to some kind of sewing workshop to try on clothes, that were already made for each of the newcomers personally. The dog-like creature from the spaceship had already sent all the information to their new owner, so each of them would have their own sets of clothes, appropriate to the role they were forced to play.

In the Sewing studio, a humanoid woman with four pairs of arms awaited them. The woman was an older woman and had a face full of wrinkles and despite the first impression, which was rather gruff, she turned out to be a spontaneous, cheerful and friendly woman, patiently answering the questions of the two newcomers.

Aruna, as the woman was called, told them her colourful life story. She had been working at this brothel for years, first as a prostitute, and later, when she became too old, as a dresser.

The difference between her and them was, she chose to be in the business, unlike them, she always enjoyed her work and saw herself as a special kind of caretaker. She told them that the brothel had only been in the hands of the "serpent", as she called the owner, just recently and that the brothel had only been forcing the ladies into prostitution since then.

Although Aruna was free to go, she'd stayed around to help the girls who came to the best of her abilities, which wasn't easy, as the owner had connections in the higher circles of the station.

Shortly after the new owner had made those despicable changes, Aruna anonymously, alerted the enforcers in the hopes that they would close the place down, as forced prostitution was prohibited on Vas Brec naDir, but this had ended in failure and she had been lucky not to be discovered, otherwise they would have killed her.

"Iris, bent over for me, will, you? I want to see just how far your skirt rises up..."

Aruna grabbed the hem of the faded green skirt to pin it down.

When she was done pinning down Iris’s skirt and the rest of her new wardrobe Aruna started on Jelmer's clothes. Now that Aruna was busy adjusting Jelmers new clothes, Iris had the chance to look around the studio.

There was a large steel table with a thick transparent plastic top and a cross between a stool and the table that Jelmer was currently standing on. Against two of the walls were shelves, which were stuffed with countless fabrics. Some were shiny, some translucent, and some were multicoloured or reflected bright colours in the light.

Halfway down the shelves was a shelf fully furnished with small containers full of sequins, feathers, glass diamonds and rolls of thread in all the colours of the rainbow and perhaps even more, Iris couldn’t stop wandering around the shelves.

With her hands she stroked the luxurious and thin fabrics and she could not suppress a smile. Although the fabrics were used to make tiny, sexy clothes, Iris could do nothing but admire them, they were nothing more than gorgeous.

She was brought out of her daydream by a cough from Aruna, the woman handed her a cup with a hot, steamy liquid.

“Tea…” Aruna answered Iris’s surprised look.

"Are we going to be put to work right away today?" Jelmer asked as he was putting on his old pants again.

"No. Usually all newcomers get three days to get acquainted to the brothels customs. On day three, customers are allowed though, to register for your services, well..., at day four, you'll be expected to start working... This day, you are allowed to choose from the customers who have registered for you, but from day five, the customer is 'king' and you have no free choice..."

Aruna sat down a white swivel stool.

"Most of the customers have no idea that you are being forced, and please, don't let them know that either, otherwise it's going to be very dangerous for you.”

“Sometimes one of us is lucky and gets bought over by a customer, but most customers are passing through and you see them once and never again, some of them visit once in a while, but you never know if a customer is in your good graces or not…Don’t ever forget that…”

She turned a little to fetch her cup of tea which was placed beside her on the large table, and took a thoughtful sip.

"Perhaps it reassures you to know that most customers don't have strange or kinky demands, the majority are already satisfied with a nice romp. There are a few, however..." and she took another thoughtful sip of her tea, and directed her attention fully to Iris.

"...who belong to a certain clan... I must warn you about them, skip that..., I must warn you about Liu'an... Liu'an is an Aayrieen. Aayrieen’s are a sort of elfin beings, known for their beauty, strength and… well… weird appetite... They feed on strong emotions..."

She took another sip, to get the human female’s full attention.

"Usually you won't know they are feeding, as strong emotions are constantly around a large space station packed with a variety of species. Liu'an, on the other hand, is different..., he loves to inflict pain to gain the emotions he desires... and... well... that's were you come in... he graves to inflict pain on woman ... during sexual intercours..."

Iris swallowed, fearful of what would follow.

"...and you're exactly the kind of female he desires..."