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  “Oh no, girly—that’s not the kinda business I’m running here.” Fat Sam shook his head, the wattles on his grimy neck bulging.

  “Oh, good.” Gisella felt an instant surge of relief, but it was short-lived.

  “No, The Erogenous Zone ain’t a strip joint—it’s a brothel. A real high-class one too, I might add. Not like them dives down the road, The Pussy Palace and The Slick Dick.” He polished his blackened fingernails on the stained red vest and looked pleased with himself. “And now that you’re here, I’ll wager we’ll rise even higher. Yup, I reckon we can start getting real gentlemen for clients once I advertise and let ‘em know your tight convent pussy is for sale.”

  “Oh my Goddess.” Gisella put a hand to her mouth to cover the scream that wanted to come out. Surely he wasn’t saying what she thought he was saying. Surely he didn’t want her to be a…a…but Gisella’s mind wouldn’t even think the word.

  Fat Sam looked annoyed. “Don’t go gettin’ your pretty self all worked up, girly. You ain’t the first girl that had to sell a piece of ass to make her way in the galaxy. And I’ll tell you what, if you’re good at what you do I’ll let you stay on after the ten months are up and make a little spare change for yourself. You can make a real nice living spreadin’ your legs, providing you treat the customers right and give ‘em what they want.”

  “But-but I can’t. I just can’t,” Gisella pleaded. “Please, I…I’ve never done anything like this before. I was on my way to take a vow of celibacy and become a priestess of the Goddess of Light. I can’t stay here instead and do…what you’re asking me to do.”

  Fat Sam’s face hardened like dough left out overnight. “You can and you will, girly. Don’t forget, I own you now. If I say you’ll service twenty customers a day, you’ll do it. You’ll suck cock, fuck cock and take it up your pussy and ass—both at the same time if I

  decide to rent you out for parties. And you’ll love every minute of it or at least pretend to—or else.”

  Gisella recoiled from his crude words and the ugly images they raised in her mind. Goddess, he really expected her to do this—really expected her to spread her legs for any man who wanted her for money. What was she going to do? Gisella took a deep, shaky breath. To start with, she had to get away from his greedy gaze, from the tiny piggy eyes that were crawling over her body, no doubt thinking how much selling it would make him.

  “I-I need to use your facilities, please,” she said in a faint voice.

  Fat Sam frowned and shifted his considerable bulk behind his cheap synthi-wood desk. “Shitroom’s over there in the corner,” he said, nodding at a narrow door in the corner of his office. “And don’t think you’re gonna get away by climbing out the window, neither. There’s bars on it and the only way out is the way in.”

  Without a word, Gisella rose from the hard plastic chair where she’d been sitting and stumbled on shaky legs into the tiny, cramped bathroom Fat Sam had indicated. Inside it was no bigger than a closet and a foul odor was drifting up from the cracked white sani-bowl. Gisella put down the lid and collapsed onto it, her face buried in her hands.

  This is all my fault. All my fault. It’s a punishment from the Goddess and it’s all my fault! The thought ran in an endless loop through her mind and Gisella knew it was right. The situation she found herself in now was because of her wicked thoughts and sinful wishes. It was because she hadn’t really wanted to go to the temple and become a priestess and live a life of humility, poverty and celibacy. Secretly she had thought that the humility and poverty part might not be so bad, but the idea of never getting married, of never having a man between her thighs, even once in her life was terrible.

  Gisella had always been a curious girl and in her later teens she had discovered a stack of porn vids in the far back of the attic where no one ever went. Over the course of the next few years she had watched and rewatched every single one. At first she had

  been shocked and mildly disgusted by the strange actions she saw but in time she became intrigued and aroused. She would lie in the dark at night and think about what she had seen and imagine that she was doing the things she watched with a man she wanted, a man who roused her body and left her aching for his touch. He would be tall, dark and muscular, just like the man in her favorite vid, and he would strip her naked and do unspeakably delicious things to her body.

  When her thoughts became too much to bear, Gisella would sometimes reach between her legs and touch herself in the most forbidden area. It was the place she was supposed to avoid unless she was washing herself, her mother had sternly instructed, and even then she was supposed to wash quickly and not linger. But even though she knew it was wrong, Gisella couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t help parting the swollen lips of her pussy and stroking the throbbing bud of her clit until sensations too wonderful and terrible to name washed over her making her stiffen in her narrow bed and bite her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud.

  And now this…this was her punishment for such thoughts, such actions, Gisella was sure. The Goddess of Light saw all, saw everything she had done, even though it had been done in the dark of night, and now Gisella would have to pay. How many times had she secretly wished for a man between her thighs? For a thick cock to open her virgin cunt and fill her with hot cum? How many times had she imagined the feel, the scent, the taste of a man’s hard body? How often had she wondered what it would feel like to spread herself and be fucked? And now she was going to get her wish—only instead of one man she would be subjected to hundreds. Better she should kill herself now before she died of humiliation and pain.

  As Gisella searched the cramped and filthy bathroom for an instrument of self-destruction, she heard a voice coming from the other side of the paper-thin wall. At first she thought it was Fat Sam, calling for her to come out and service her first customer, or perhaps her first twenty, but to her relief she soon perceived that the voice was lighter and more cultured than the grimy brothel owner’s.

  “Please, my master is in desperate need. The time of his change grows near and a woman must be found to appease his lust.”

  “No, I’m not sendin’ you any more of my girls.” Fat Sam’s voice was truculent. “I’ve done sent three already and not a one have I seen back—and it’s the same all over the district. I know pretty well that Sal down at the Pussy Palace won’t sell to you no more and I’m pretty sure none of the other houses are interested either. It ain’t worth the price even if you are offerin’ three hundred credits.”

  “Then I shall double the price—six hundred credits for one of your ladies,” the high, cultured voice begged.

  Gisella’s ears perked up at once. Six hundred credits—that was the exact sum Fat Sam had mentioned her uncle owning him—the same sum she had been sold for! Careful not to make a noise, she opened the narrow door a crack and peered out cautiously.

  A man in dark blue livery trimmed in red was pacing the dirty carpet in front of Fat Sam’s cluttered desk. He looked like a high-class servant of some kind and when he turned toward her, Gisella caught a glimpse of a red and black badge on the breast of his coat. It was a coat of arms of some kind, she was sure, though not like anything she had ever seen on Beta Six.

  “Why does the girl you get have to be from here, anyway?” Fat Sam growled, obviously ready for his visitor to be gone. “There’s plenty of whorehouses around the galaxy—hell, plenty on Rigel Nine where you came from. You don’t have to keep comin’ back to Beta Six to the Red Star district to get a girl to satisfy your master, whoever the hell he is.”

  “But I must!” The man gestured with agitation. “It is part of the prophesy. Only a girl from two red stars aligned on the sixth planet from the Beta Sun can hope to help my master.”

  Two red stars aligned? Gisella bit her lip, thinking hard. The Beta Sun itself was a red giant star and since this was the Red Star district, she guessed it made sense. But why

  was the man in blue livery so desperate to bring a girl to his master that he woul