When the capsule landed, I was just beginning to recover, so as soon as the men got enough sleep from the transport, like apples from a basket, I could barely stand on my feet, losing my balance.

Most of all, of course, I was tormented by the curiosity to consider the one who took my underwear, leaving behind a coolness on my thighs, wet from lubrication, but the bald man caught my hand and led me along, not even allowing me to really look back. All I could see was a short blond haircut and large palms.

- Welcome. Martha is already waiting for you,” the guard’s polite words differed from the strong, even painful grip on my elbow, with which he pushed me towards the carved porch. - Forward.

Looking around, I even thought that I had been deceived by the great "Temptation" somewhere in another galaxy, but the shining sign said otherwise, inviting dear guests inside. Laughing girlish faces began to protrude from the windows, winking and smiling at the indifferent guards, coquettishly covering their mouths with thin palms.

So different. It was as if everything in the world had been mixed up and thrown into the Temptation. The one with the length of the snow-white braid has elongated ears, like an elf, and the one with red hair has too slanted eyes with elongated pupils, like a cat. All in colored airy togas, translucent, allowing you to see the outlines of the bodies, but hiding the details.

- Well hello. “There was a woman right in front of me.

Tall as a tower, in a tight black skirt and high-heeled leather boots, she seemed even more majestic, imperious, causing a desire to submit. A strict bun of jet-black hair emphasized the integrity of the image even more than a thin stick tucked into the top of a boot.

- What did you get up? Move. We have a lot to do. - She took me by the scruff of the neck like a kitten and brought me inside, allowing me only to gasp from the feeling of weightlessness and pain from the sleeves cutting into my armpits. “Just look at yourself. - She put me on the floor and turned me to a large mirror right in the hall of the house. — Pathetic, dirty, flimsy.

The stranger stood behind me, literally crushing me with her aura, forcing me to look at her wrinkled reflection, intercepting the hair at the top of her head and pulling it up, forcing me to stand on her toes.

“How much energy will I spend on you,” she snorted dismissively. - Take off your dress. Alive.

— Who are you? I couldn't resist.

“I am Mistress Martha, and now I am your mistress. Get undressed. The long, graceful fingers opened, and with a deft movement, the woman pulled a cane from her boot, showing me the flat leather tip on it.

There was a lump in my throat.

Okay, it was too late to retreat somewhere, although this strange cane in the hands of my new mistress was frightening.

I quickly unbuttoned the buttons of my dress and shrugged. It fell with a rustle to the floor, and I was left completely naked. Again.

Martha, with some predatory grace, began to walk around me, examining me. The heels of the boots were imprinted with a dull thud on the floor, and every time I shuddered from this sound. With each stroke of her heel, she seemed to drive my dreams of a normal life into the expensive wooden floor. Dreams of getting married and moving away from dad, having a family and children. Dreams of becoming a professional florist. Dreams change everything.

And now before her stood only the shell of the former Natasha. Humiliated. Confused. Frightened.

I was suddenly burned by a short blow to my inner thigh. I screamed, covering myself with my hands, and looked at the woman in confusion.

- It hurts!

"It hurts me to look at you!" she snapped. “It hurts to imagine how much time I will spend on you, and it’s not a fact that anything worthwhile will turn out. Great pain! she exclaimed, pressing her slender fingers to her temples and wincing. "Great pain" she said as if she was addressing a deity. - Who sent you here? I need not whores, but sensual, skillful girls! And what do I see? Fucked girl who even came without panties! No honor, no dignity, no sensuality! It stands like a log and looks at me with cow's eyes!

- I…

- Shut up! Another blow flared with pain on my arms, and I even screamed, feeling the tears roll from my eyes. When I speak, you don't interrupt! You smell like dirty men. You will immediately wash off this vile smell and you will understand forever: people do not come to the "Temptation" for cheap whores. The list of our clients includes the Emperor himself. And what will I offer him, tell me? A cheap piece that some dork picked up on the way here?

- I'm not...

- Shut up! - Another blow, and already on the ass. Are you stupid too? One more offense and I'll send you back.

I shook my head in horror. No, just not that! Martha, seeing this gesture, chuckled.

— That's the same. Not exactly stupid. Riel!

A frightened girl peeked out from one of the rooms. With red curly hair. A small flower, and a translucent yellow toga emphasized her thin body with a small, neat chest.

- Yes Milady?

“Take her away before the guests come and see it here. And wash well! The whole corridor reeked of this vile smell!

Blossom suddenly wrinkled her eyes as she looked at me. This frankly contemptuous expression did not fit in with her tender image.

- Yes Milady. She approached me at arm's length. "Follow me."

Riel led me into the next hall, in the middle of which was a large round pool with crystal clear water. It smelled of fragrant essential oils, and the scent of flowers floated through the open windows (probably there was a garden).

“For now, swim, and I will bring you gels and soaps,” Riel smiled sweetly at me.

Rustling translucent silk, she crossed the hall and went through other doors. I looked around at the mosaic floor, the shiny walls, the sprawling palm trees that seemed to be reaching out to me with an embrace, and I walked to the edge of the pool. She sat down and dipped her toes into the water. Fresh milk, and more! I already purred: what bliss!

Fortunately, she knew how to swim, so she immediately plunged into the pool. No, not as graceful as swimmers. More like a bag of cereal. She quickly surfaced, smoothed her hair back, and let out a sigh of relief. I haven’t had time to wash myself yet, but it’s like I washed off a ton of dirt from myself.

A couple of minutes passed, no more, and I heard footsteps behind me.

“Well, well, well…” the stranger giggled maliciously.

I turned around, bobbing in the water like a fishing float. A girl in a bikini was moonwalking along the edge of the pool. She grinned and showed her sharp teeth as the thick worm-like hairs on her head hissed. Ugly! Behind her trailed two more variegated beauties. One buxom and buxom buttocks, the other thin and stooped like a pod.

- Who do we have here? - sharp-toothed reached the ladder and gracefully went down it into the water. - New? Wiped? Or has no one unpacked yet?

“I’m Tasha,” I introduced myself, instinctively moving away from the approaching snake, the worms on whose head were squealing, stretching up and clinging to each other. Are they afraid of water? I couldn't resist asking. - Do you rarely wash your hair because of them?

That's who pulled me by the tongue? You have to be kinder, more forgiving. Yes, but I felt in my gut that this cobra already hates me.

The smirk faded from her face and was replaced by a tomato. Chesslovo, she blushed, as if she had just jumped out of the steam room. Sharply closing the distance between us, she pounced on me. Grabbed my hair and pulled it to the bottom. Without having time to take a breath, I took a sip of water and twitched. Ears instantly blocked, pounded in the temples. I began to work with my feet, and with my hands to fight off the girl.

I don't know how much time has passed. From the lack of oxygen, my lungs were already beginning to prick. Finally, something jerked me out of the water.

We're just playing! the one who almost drowned me for fun smiled broadly.

Riel stood by the pool with a wicker basket in her hands.

“I know you very well, Sveona,” she muttered. And your games too. Get out before I tell Mistress Martha!

Sveona pushed me away and, grunting, got out of the pool. Tearing off the towel intended for me from Riel's shoulder, she walked to the exit. Her rat friends whispered and padded after her.

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