“We managed to retrieve this lovely, exquisite creature from the Milky Way Galaxy a half year ago along with five dozen others. We ran numerous experiments on the others, but kept a number of them for live zoos. Their endoskeleton is quite peculiar compared to the many exoskeletons you’ve seen in past exhibits and their evolution, while slow has shown a progressive increase in brain matter size. Originally, our presence caused them… distress but we’ve learned to accommodate them nicely to our facility. Perhaps they resent us, but we’ve been doing our best to acquire as much information as possible while presenting them with a great deal of comfort.”

A green, 7-fingered hand rose into the air belonging to a throaty, male voice. “How are they different from us anatomically?”

“Well for starters their bones are surprisingly inflexible and no organs can be safely removed.” The tour guide answered immediately, as the navy blue flesh covering his chest shifted aside allowing him to remove one of three hearts with the suckers on his purple upper right tendril that extended from his shoulder. “They’re fragile, and armor themselves with their inventions much like ourselves, though their technology is approximately a century or two behind ours. Additionally, they lack regenerative properties, such as failing to resurrect themselves upon bisection or mutilation. But, perhaps you’re interested in how they mate, are you not?”

At the vocal agreement that followed, the tour guide grinned with his pearly fangs and winked four out of its five eyes before purring, “That’s what I thought, now follow me to the seating area. Control, please ready Sexual Pairing 12B.” As the group fell on his heels, he continued with his speech. “Now, even though humans aren’t particularly flexible and their bodies crumble under the slightest strain, we’ve found ways to bypass their native flaws. Our genetically enhanced mutation drugs allow us to change, alter their genitals and affiliated areas. On past subjects but not this one, we’ve seen the females lactate enormous amounts of milk, fill gallon pitchers with cum, take in objects the size of their arms and we were even capable of impregnating a female with an alien with an incubation rate of 12 hours, allowing her to give birth on the same day before it fucked her two hours later. As for the males, we’re capable of causing their cocks to grow up to five feet long, increase its flexibility, and increase their sexual aggression and stamina. Yes, the possibilities are limitless, personifying the beauty of the human race!”

Inside, you glanced at the one-way glass, wondering what was about to happen to you now but only saw your curious expression in its reflection. There was a remote next to you, giving you the ability to turn the one-way glass into a two-way window, but you couldn’t control whether or not they could watch you. You knew they were always watching, regardless of whether or not you wanted to watch them. Instead, you glanced at the painting you were working on, in between bites of the delightful chocolate truffles you were served.

The room was mostly soundproof from the outside, but even you could hear the movement of the crowd as more gathered outside your exhibit. You rose to your feet, zipping up your snow-white jumpsuit, further shielding your perky breasts already covered by a tanktop, even if you couldn’t shield your privacy.

Your ‘prison’ was a bedroom connected to a study, kitchen, living room and bathroom, outfitted with enough human native and alien technology that probably amounted to millions of dollars. Sometimes you made jokes about Bruce Wayne being the person that funded your penthouse apartment, or elaborate cell, whatever suited your mood at the time being. You were treated with the utmost importance, being their… cream of the crop and had every whim catered to. But you knew the cost of comfort came in form of live sexual demonstrations in front of large audiences and they always managed to surprise you every single time… Every. Single. Damn. Time. You learned about the hidden gas valves which released a gaseous aphrodisiac that seeped into your nervous system in minutes, prompting you to jump lustfully onto the double-dicked ogre that lumbered through the titanium and steel double doors between you and freedom four nights ago. Your rectum wasn’t quite the same for two days, loose and aching until they regenerated it with their medical automatons in your sleep.

And then you heard it, your muscles automatically bracing themselves for what was to come. The familiar whir of the double steel doors about to open and you knew in seconds, two enormous centaurs outfitted in galactic battle suits carrying plasma enhanced halberds would gallop inside with the alien’s newest pairing in between them, bringing you your newest toy, or were you its toy?

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