Alone Among the Stars
Copyright© 2025 by Zero
Chapter 5
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Yaasa lives a life of solitude, piloting her small ship, the Dominion, through the shadowy edges of society as a courier. She is hiding from her past and the true sexual nature of herself. A truth that she is not willing to acknowledge. However when a job spirals out of control, she may have no choice but to rely on abilities that have caused her nothing but hardship.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Space Humiliation Rough Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Violence
As the doors to their car opened, Nicolaas stepped out and extended his hand to help her. “Thank you,” she replied with a smile, taking his hand and stepping out onto the grounds, feeling the gravel beneath her feet.
“Would you like me to accompany you to the party?” he asked, his warm voice betraying no expectations. “I could introduce you to some people and help you make connections.”
She pondered the request for a moment before nodding. “Yes, thank you.” All she really needed to do was pick up an item, which wouldn’t take long. Apart from that, her main objective was to blend in with the other guests. Having Nicolaas as her guide, she decided, would help her achieve that goal.
“It would be my pleasure,” he replied with a gentle nod. He then offered his arm to her, bent slightly at the elbow. She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow, understanding this formal gesture she had seen in movies. Together, they walked into the manor, following the crowd towards the main ballroom.
As the pair entered the main ballroom, she was immediately struck by the grandeur of the space. The room was vast and open, with high ceilings that seemed to stretch up endlessly. The floors were made of polished marble, the smooth surface reflecting the light from the beautiful chandelier fixtures that hung overhead. Large stained and frosted glass windows allowed the warm noon light to filter into the room, casting a soft glow over the gathered guests. Through the few clear windows, she could see a meticulously maintained garden, its lush greenery providing a stunning backdrop to the elegance inside.
The ballroom was alive with activity, filled with guests dressed in their finest attire. The air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and chatter as people mingled and socialized. Some guests had spilled out into the garden, enjoying the pleasant weather and the beauty of the outdoor space. The gentle strains of music, played by a skilled band, wove through the room, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication and celebration.
However, as she took in the scene, her eyes widened in alarm at an unexpected sight. The servants moving through the crowd, carrying trays of finger foods and drinks, were all completely naked. Their bodies were adorned with intricate gold and silver jewelry that glittered under the lights, but did little to conceal their nudity. The jewelry seemed to accentuate their intimate areas, drawing attention to their exposed flesh in a way that made her feel both shocked and unsettled.
The servants, both male and female, ranged in age from around her own years to Nicolaas’s, and displayed a variety of body types. Despite their lack of clothing, they moved with grace and confidence through the throng of guests, their trays never wavering as they offered refreshments to the partygoers. She couldn’t help but stare, her mind reeling at the sight of such blatant nudity in the midst of this formal gathering.
As she tried to process this startling aspect of the party, she found herself gripping Nicolaas’s arm a bit tighter, seeking comfort in his steady presence. She wondered if this was a common practice among the wealthy and powerful of this world, or if it was a peculiarity of this specific event. Regardless, she knew she would have to maintain her composure and act as though this was all perfectly normal, even as her heart raced and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
He looked at her, giving her a reassuring smile. “From your attire, I had assumed the human form itself was used as a means of decoration in your home as well, much like the chandeliers or artwork, adorned and displayed,” he said, seeming to have seen through what was bothering her.
“Um ... uuhh ... I am just trying...” she struggled for words having so easily been found out.
“It is quite alright. I would not say it is common enough that you would see it at all high class events even in this neck of the galaxy, but it would not be unexpected either. And as you can see it is quite acceptable to look” He said, glancing around and then grabbing two glasses of a drink from one of the servants that came by them.
Looking around she did notice that many people were admiring the servants, making no attempts to hide it. She also noticed that more than a few were doing the same with her. She could not help but blush at the thought of all those people looking at her and really seeing her. Still it did create a warmth in her that she had to admit was somewhat pleasurable. She also appreciated the fact that they were only looking. No one was putting their hands even on the servants. That probably would have been too much for her.
“Well then shall we?” Nicolaas asked, giving her one of the drinks.
With a nod she took a sip, tasting some fruity and earthy notes with a hint of alcohol.
She started walking with Nicolaas and they moved from one group to another, talking and introducing her, in this case the heiress Radwa Sadri. Most of them seemed quite keen to form business relationships with her fictional company, though she could not help but feel that this was mostly because Nicolaas was introducing her. Almost all of them commented on how beautiful she looked and how they liked her outfit. More than a few of the guests were even bold enough to say that she had lovely breasts. At first she blushed and stuttered a bit as she thanked them, but soon she was doing so confidently yet politely.
As the two of them continued to circulate through the guests, she kept considering when it would be best to excuse herself and make the pickup. Would it be less suspicious to do it quickly and spend more time at the party afterwards, or to get the item later and leave quickly? As time passed, she could feel a sense of unease building in her, her stomach twisting with each passing minute.
She had started noticing the security personnel as well. They blended in well with their somewhat bland uniforms, but they weren’t really trying to fully hide either. Their stern demeanors and the earpieces one could see on closer inspection easily gave them away as security. She supposed this was well done in a sense, too. If the security presence was felt too much, it would create unease and dampen the mood, but having it felt to a minimum lent an air of security and ease, an indication that if something were to go wrong, everyone would be safe.
But to her, they were a source of nervousness. She couldn’t help but wonder if their occasional glances towards her were just out of lustful curiosity or suspicion. And in her mind, the soft words they occasionally spoke into their communication devices were perhaps reporting her movements. Despite doing her best to dismiss this all as paranoia, a knot began to form in her stomach as she scanned the room, checking the placement and movement of the guards as well as the exits of the ballroom.
Nicolaas, sensing her unease, leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Is everything alright, Ms. Sadri?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.
She forced a smile, shaking her head as she tried to ignore the goosebumps that had risen on her skin at his proximity. “Yes, of course. It’s just ... a bit overwhelming, all of this.” She gestured vaguely at the room, trying to disguise her growing anxiety.
“Do you need to take a break? I think there are some rooms where you could spend some time away from the hustle of the party,” he suggested, his hand brushing against her arm in a comforting gesture.
“I think maybe I will go to the ladies’ room, splash some water and freshen up. That might help,” she replied, her voice now confident, having decided that she had put off the pickup for long enough. She needed to act before her nerves got the best of her.
“Of course, I believe they are this way,” he said with a nod before he started guiding her towards the restrooms.
She shook her head gently, her hair brushing against her cheeks. “It’s alright, I can go alone. I might want to take some time away from the party as you suggested, and I don’t want to keep you away from it, waiting for me to come back.” She gave him a smile, hoping it looked more confident than she felt. Seeing that he was about to protest, she added with a chuckle, “Really, I insist. I feel like I’ve already burdened you enough.”
“It’s no burden. Your company has been nothing but a delight,” he replied with a smile that made her heart skip a beat. “But alright, if you insist. I do hope you won’t leave the party without saying goodbye, though.”
“I won’t,” she nodded, her voice catching slightly in her throat as she moved away from Nicolaas in the direction of the restrooms.
Once she was sure he was not observing her, she changed direction and made her way out into the gardens, the cool night air a welcome respite from the stuffiness of the ballroom. According to the information she had been given, the item would have been left in a secluded alcove, hidden in a compartment inside a bust.
Following the directions, she found the alcove, the scent of jasmine and roses from the nearby bushes filling her nostrils. It was a small, rounded area with tall hedges, in the middle of which stood the bust of some man carved out of stone, his features weathered and indistinct. She had no idea who it was, not that she needed to know. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, she moved behind the bust, her fingers trailing over the rough surface as she searched for the hidden compartment.
She pushed and tried to turn a small protrusion that might have passed for a natural bump in the stone. Nothing. She moved her hand around, looking for another spot while still keeping an eye out, her heart pounding in her ears. On her next try, she felt the back of the bust give way, the stone scraping against her fingers as it slid open. Reaching inside, she felt the cold, smooth surface of something small and metallic. By the looks of it, it seemed to be some kind of storage device, its weight heavy in her palm despite its size.
As she quickly placed it inside her clutch, her eyes widened as she saw two guards slowly pass the entrance to the alcove. They looked at her, their gazes lingering just a bit too long before they moved on, their footsteps heavy on the gravel path.
Fuck! she thought, her breath catching in her throat. Did they see what I did? Have I been caught? Quickly, she started moving back towards the ballroom before realizing that walking fast only made her more suspicious. She slowed her pace, trying to adopt a casual demeanor, but inside, her heart was pounding, the blood rushing in her ears.
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