he space babe and tourist from far Slovak Space Republic who arrived here via space shuttle to Rotonga station*

The best fighters are made, not born. The best lovers are spliced, not made.?The raven beauty standing before you resonates with a commanding presence. Her body, toned and seemingly prepared for hardships of war stands before you in attire most alluring. With short-cut hair that bobs with motion, those curls beckon downwards towards her body, with breasts that dangle out of a revealing cut of cloth, their weight bounces with full handfuls, breasts that fill out to just barely G-cup size, free for groping or caressing, their softness just aching for a pair of hands to cusp and squeeze them.

Further down, her smooth body gives way to a taut tummy, only the slightest hint of muscle forms over those hips, curvy and smooth, their heart shape curving outwards and then back inwards, giving way to long, slender thighs that perpetually end in high heels ? something Sugar is never seen without in even the most unideal of situations. Whether by choice or by fate, she always has impossibly high heels adorning her feet, never to be removed or undone.


Radka was the daughter of a notorious slaver and underdark dealer. When her mother was sold off to slavers after a failed attempt at assassinating her husband, the young dwarf was left to care for her father. The young woman quickly learned how est to please a man, the unusually tall and odd speaking duergar looking nothing like one of her fahter's kind, oddly. Still, the tall and voluptuous girl was certain of her life as her Tati Ruinarr's favorite and only daughter, the girl only some times getting confused when the odd embers of some other life would suddenly appear and remind her of some thing important she can't quite recollect. THe happy dwarf girl still was quite the handful, her b ody a warm caramel tan and hair a vibrant red from her fahter's side. Why this girl looked so little like a dwarf and so much like the missing Ivanka Sosokova was surely just a coincidence.

The girl has an airy and confused look about her, eyes dilated in a state of arousal. Her beestung lips were stuck in a blissful smile, the girl often catching herself drooling at the sight and scent of the virile males around her. Her mind would insistently wander as lewd  images were constantly fed into her simple brain by the machine collar tightly wrapped around her throat. THe onboard A.I. manipulating her would carry an evil intellect, making sure the rothe would remain submissive and complacent. Beeping and flashing lights adorn her thick metal collar, the plating under one side reading "Property of the United Slavadian Magistrate"

The worn and dusty screen set in the front flashes her prices:
50K A POP. *Flashing* Buck for Buck. Pay Sum, Per Cum.

A touchscreen had other functions service side, activating the production of hyper-thin water elemental bubbles to wrap one's length with, in case of practicing responsible sex. An option to forcibly tighten the whore's holes with a jolt of energy  stimulating her pelvic muscles to her client's command. Much else was grayed out and in BETA for now.

The screen kept count of happy customers throughout the week, that number keeping track proudly of her Cu rent hosts and Total sum of her career. That number was the largest on the screen, proudly revealing how much or how little the prostitute slave had been enjoyed, the other obvious sign being the webs of sticky white slime pouring down the girl's plump thighs. Her demeanor was constantly bubbly, the collar rewarding her mind with pleasing waves of euphoria converted from the psychic emanations of ever climaxing client who'd emptied their loins inside of this walking relief toy that night. Each day the counter for the day would reset to zero.

Between her legs was nested a clefted set of puffy folds, always at least slightly damp and pushing outwards, never was she to be seen wearing anything like panties or undergarments that would otherwise prevent easy access. While she may wear skirts and the like to provide some small semblance of dignity, all it would take for those moistened folds to be exposed is an upturning hand and a stiff breeze to provide the necessary window of opportunity for any onlookers.

*Radka's body was further augmented and manipulated by Underdark science. A splicing serum administered to the young woman's fertile hearth, the unassuming spacer's womb now was modified to accept male organs. Her fleshy, engorged chamber's cervix had become a soft and malleable  ring of undulating muscles starving for a thick glans to dive past and be caught in the strong suction of that  tightly coiling snare. The walls of the girl's womb were completely inhuman, textured with deep ravines and pulsing bumps and nodules that would smother any invading flesh in a tight  and soft scrubbing. Her hipbones had grown wider, bones expanding and her body now given an exaggerated swagger of those hips. Radka's reproductive organs now featured a sextuple of ovaries, producing copious more ovum for the newly molded Xenobrood Cow. Her skin was now permanently glossy with the faintest perspiration, a side-effect of the organic diamond  fibers of her pristine skin. The young spacer was modified to take much more trauma in mating, her muscle fibers strengthened and the heavy alterations to her sex now allowing multiple, larger mates to bed the brood rothe and eventually stronger offspring to be brought to term.*

*The dwarfbride had been taken to quickly adapt to her new home, many cocktails of chemicals injected into her heaving tits. Those creamy, smooth and  fully ripened globes were already perfect on the young woman's hourglass figure, now only expanded with more fatty tissue as they hang almost pendulously save for the taut diamond fiber skin that kept them perky and  defying gravity. With the added coaxing of her Duergar Daddy, the newly minted Surfacer Pleasure Slave would now flaunt fattened five inch nipples  that sat mostly hidden under the bulk of her plump and sensitive areolas. They were always hard, at most a good inch exposed from her caps, the girl unable to help leaking some sugary sweet cream in her excitement when teased or idly daydreaming. The bumpy light tan flesh sitting atop her pale and glowing warm breastflesh, a dexterous tongue or clawing fingers would be required to tug those fattened peaks from her bountiful breasts.*

*Over the girl's plump mound, her skin was flawlessly smooth from an alchemic wash that completely erased her follicles. The glossy pale skin made bare for her tatko's family crest. Burned in glinting prismatic inks, the symbol of a double-headed hammer sat just above the girl's clitoral hood on the very swell of her pubic mound. A stylized "R" was handwritten in a cursive flourish, the marking a hot crimson that would at times leak wisps of red smoke.*

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