Girl #16180 is my ongoing erotic serial. This week, a teaser for part 3, where we finally go aboard the de Sade. As always, this falls under out adult category, as explained on our about page, judge from your own seat.

Space-going fortress. Vacation pleasure palace. Haven for miscreants. Corrupt home for sexual deviants. The de Sade is all those things, and more. Constructed as corporate headquarters, converted to space battle ship, fun park and hotel over its life, the de Sade has an interesting history, only overshadowed by it’s current function.

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“Master,” she said, bowing in front of him.

A blink brought up her sexual preferences, which he’d read earlier while Bruce had been there. Intriguing in and of themselves, he wondered if they were true. If she really wanted the treatment she was about to receive. She’d consented for it, in effect, she’d requested it. If she was a spy she might have done it just to pique his interest, and not out of any real desire for it. That just made him more excited.

He walked toward her, and she stayed her ground. When he was almost in arms reach of her, he told her, “I know you are a spy.” She was obviously startled; she didn’t expect it. She took a step backward, then another. “Who do you work for?”

He walked toward her. He easily had a foot of height on her. She matched his pace, backing away as he loomed over her menacingly. “Master…?” she whimpered. “What?” Her right foot found the dark metal walls behind her, and her hands pressed against it. He moved forward, his presence pressing her against the wall. Then he was against her.

“Who are you spying for?” he asked her, as he pushed against her. One of his hands was above her head on the wall, the other was hovering over the front of her kimono, just barely touching her, ready to move. He was leaning over her, and a thrill of fear went through her. “Do you know what you agreed to when you became a permanent resident? Did you think no one would notice?”