The curvaceous, voluptuous and gorgeous married woman has a beautiful violet lilac skin, pink glowing irises and a long wavy hair of a dark talized green shade that is accompanied by a few touches and locks of purple hair.
She coughs with enormous grace, catching her breath as she lifts her sight up, observing the indecorous scene between a short young man she took care of, and an unknown mature woman.
Said female is kneeling before the smirking youngster, touching indecently the eye catching manhood of Dackör "Little'ör, it seems like you have grown splendidly since those days when I used to bath you".
Dedria blurted out the first thing she could ca up with; After all, the short young man has a virility that is a real sight to be hold.
And as a married woman, Dedria imdiately compared the reduced size of her husband, with the thick girthy black dick of her tennant.
"You could say that, Landlady Deia"; Admits the short young man, chuckling with a playful and prideful grin.
"Although, my height did not follow the mo, or perhaps, the funds of my nourishnt went solely to the most recognizable organ slash body part that encompass and portrays manliness".
Dulladnne giggles at Dackör's boldness, releasing the short young man's virility while accepting the assistance to stand up.
Likewise, Dackör helps Dedria to be on her feet, that way, the three can advance together, going out of the small chamber while passing over the lifeless corpses of the Insectoids.
They imdiately start seeing several of the previous hexagonal rooms, so of them are empty, others have the capsule pods intact or destroyed, which includes the bodies of Anthropoids that are not known by any of the three.
Following the corridor, they reach a staircase that goes down, descending to a large hexagonal room.
The new location has the sa design with black hexagonal tiles that are evenly illuminated with yellow light from their contours.
The room is filled with several people, so are acquittances, others are strangers, yet, all of them have a variety of colours and shapes that are on full display thanks to the constant that prevails among them, as everyone is butt naked.
Minor bruises are present in most of the people, while others have more serious injuries; However, there are also corpses, and the majority of the dead bodies are wearing a blue uniform with yellow or golden segnts.
Nevertheless, the overall situation can be understood imdiately, as other deceased people are being mourned by their relatives.
This is especially true in a voluptuous female with very noticeable opossum features, her hair is grayish and her beige fur is quite milky, which is insufficient to occult her black nipples.
In a similar fashion, her yellowish orange eyes are too eye catching, as they do not stop shedding tears with an inconsolable sadness, grieving and sobbing as silently as she can.
{That woman doesn't look like she is crying for her daughter, or she would have gone completely insane, maybe is her younger sister, a cousin or even a niece... , Wait, I think the lady that is near the woman is still breathing}
"What a garbage!"; Scream with annoyance a green skinned woman with black short hairstyle and pinkish magenta irises that are shining with the intensity of two stars.
"We don't need more of the bellicose idiots from Kräldm, and much less a midget young man willing to be simping for the opportunity to be in the pussy of a woman!".
The comnt catches the attention of others, as they begin to analyze the three newcors.
The first to approach them could be no one else but Punchy Fatty, a blonde potbelly man with skin as black as coal, who has a thick blonde moustache and obvious concern on his dark blue irises, checking rapidly if his wife has the slightest wound over her perfect silhouette.
Behind the blonde man, cos Cannttzziro and Zwïsha, the forr is waving with enthusiasm both hands to greet the newcors, screaming loudly with genuine happiness "Welco First Place!, and, Welco Fourth Place!".
Zwïsha is more reserved but is clearly relieved after seeing Dulladnne and Dackör.
"Are you not going to tell sothing to that illiterated barbarian?!": Questions with incredulity the busty Agent in Training, Kittyanna.
"Why would I waste ti correcting soone else's stupidity?"; Sarcastically says the short young man, as he observe various won he t not long ago "If she really has a problem with , I am right here, If she ever has the ovaries to do face about it".
The slender and beautiful Kuyera laughs, snapping her fingers, making a group of six won to pay attention.
Then, she points her index to Dackör, the won obey and walk near the short young man, who adopts a defensive stance as his pupils part into two constricted slits.
The six won are stunned for a mont, trembling and lowering their postures to look more submissive, even when is evident they dislike to show such behavior, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists, but ultimately, advancing to be not too far from Dackör.
{What is going on?}
"Why are you confused Dackör?"; Inquires Officer Kudryen with gracefulness and imposing bearing, an impressive deed, considering she is naked and her curvaceous body is almost as voluptuous as her peers.
"He is not puzzled Kudryen"; Retorts Kuyera, who is as graceful as the Officer, but without the lingering dread the latter instills with her presence "Just slightly out of touch with the hospitality of Krä'Drym... , You purchase this Slaves from , they belong to you until you say otherwise, and the Mark of ownership".
Kuyera does a pause and smiles "Well, the tattoos simply appear"; She snaps her fingers again, and the six won turn around, showing they have a black tattoo with orange underlines in their lower back.
A laying "D" with a symtrical "K" in the center, is the design, simple, for sure, yet, makes easy to understand for anyone with only half a neuron in their dumb brains, as the depiction is pretty much self explanatory, showing clearly who is the owner of the group of Slaves, Dackör Kruelckdom...
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