Donna smoked a resin ball of Wild dagga extract from a long glass steamroller pipe. She was laying back on her spinning bed. It slowly spun around, it relaxed her. It had been a hard week at work. She worked in the poldaky slave market. She directed the sales and wore a long electric whip at her shapely hip. They say life has made her heart hard,does she makes your thing hard when you look at her?. Before the report to the manager of the slave factory she goes in the ladies room to snort some Kannacaine, a mixture of high grade coke and very high grade kanna extracted to a active chemical and a couple complementing chemicals. A strong vibrant euphoria ripped through her, pleasure, self confidance and raw joy. She walked down the guilded hall and knocked on the strong oak door.
"Come in", Mel Klauss said in his booming voice from the other side of the door. Donna entered and handed him the folder detailing todays sales, losses from escapes and from guards haveing to kill escape wana bees. "Good job Munt!. Mel boomed at her as he wore a coon skin cap and a red raincoat with a tie made out of poldaki hair. Mel produced a bottle of very expensive earth wine. "Come sit on my lap and we'll talk about maybe giveing you a raise". That bottle would cost Donna a week's pay, she was inpressed, she eased down onto his lap as he poured them each a glass, a thirty year old crystal glass from earth. Mel thumbed a butten on his chair and the chair began to rock and viberate, causeing her ass to wiggle on his penis, she could feel the result. Loads of cock this man has in his pants she thought. "Stand up a little and rub your butt on my belly like a good girl", Mel moaned deep like a giant talking. She lifted up in the chair and rubbed her round ass up and down his belly, as she did so she heard the zip of his pants opening. "Now sit down slowly, on my happy lappy", Mel ordered her. She sat, he pulled her legs apart slightly when she did and his eight inch augmentated cock was strained against her crotch. The big thing made it look she had a penis, a long narrow hard one. "Your a boy, and boys jack off", he whispered in her ear. She grabbed the shaft and worked it like a good girl. Mel moaned the deep bass sound again, it made her shiver, she pulled harder, squirting the hand lotion he gave her onto it's head and slicking up and down it quickly.More moans as Mel slobbered on the back of her neck, finally a eruptive blast of sperm spit out the hole at the end of his cock. Donna left with a nice raise promised. She went home and showered. She scrubbed herself for a long time trying to get the dirty whore skank feeling cleaned away from her. Oh how she was fallen from the far off finest days of her life. If not for the dope she didn't know what she would do.
Speaking of which, she went into the ladies room and put some onto a Pop boys c d. She closed one nostril with a finger and let it rip. Warm joy spread from her sinus to her brain in happy glowy waves. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in exstasy. Yes this was good stuff and now she could afford more of it! Around this time powder snorting ladies and girls liked to use pop boys c d's for sniffing off of. Donna just kinda froze there awhile, in the grip of wild pleasure. She spent a lot of time here and in later times when she couldn't get the drug, she wished to be back in the ladies room with the CD in her hand. The slave buisiness is hard, and if not for the treatment she and her husband had endured from rouge outlaw Poldakis she would have never had the cold heart to do what she does. But now she hates the blue people, they can smell it on her, she will lash out at the slightest provocation and she is feared here, both by the poldakis and by any humans who cross her.
Meanwhile there was a group of renegade Poldakis who refused to give up they're planet to the earthers. Led by the massively scarred and wild Voduk lfdid, a band of nine of them was approaching the slave stockaid under cover of night. They had a combination of earth weapons and the ritual weapons of they're ancesters.
A long day at the office, then she went home to the large apartment standing high over the river. She poured herself a tall frosty glass of wine, made from local native flowers, it tasted sweet and smelled heavenly. A nice euphoria warmed her. Too much of this wine and it's head ache time though, she shifted her vices to Kannacaine. A couple small lines and she was breatheing heavy, laying on the floor writhing with pleasure.
The End