Chapter 2

He absently wandered over to the closed door, expecting a cupboard of some kind. THe door was smooth, no handle. Tenatively he reached out a hand towards it, a handle 'grew' out of the featureless smoothness and met his hand. Startled, he jumped back, the handle withdrew. Garrett stared at the door for a moment before trying again. He firmly grasped the handle and pulled the door open. Inside was a girl. He stepped back again, cursing. Hearing his voice the girl knelt on the floor head bowed. He stared at her, she had pale skin, with long black hair loosely gathered into a hair tie. She seemed to be wearing some kind of simple shift, tied at the shoulders. She hadn't moved. Garrett swore to himself for courage "who are you?" he said trying to sound unpleasant

"I am Girl 1654998" her voice was non-descript, but pleasant enough. He frowned "isn't that the number of the room?"

"yes Master, Room 1654998, Girl 1654998, I am here to serve you" she still had her head to the floor

"serve me ... how?" Garrett said suspiciously, hoping this was going where he thought it was

"I ... I serve you ... However you wish Master" She sounded confused, probably the normal people who hired the room were more 'clued up' than he was

"1654998 ... that's quite a mouthful..."

"Master can name Girl 1654998 how ever he wishes" Garrett nodded, realising what this girl's life entailed

"How long have you lived here, in this room Girl 1654998" he declined to give her a name

"I have always lived here, since I graduated from my training" Garrett knew what she meant, cloned as an adult, born fully formed, probably custom made. The girl had no family or friends, she would have been trained solely on how to serve, the perfect house maid. As soon as she were trained, she would have been assigned a room, and would live here, until the anti aging drugs no longer kept her pretty. Or until one of the guests damaged her beyond economical repair. Garrett's cock had hardened just thinking about it. Perhaps one day he could afford to buy one of these for his own ship ... sure he had plenty of fun with his cargo, but they had limits.

"Stand up Girl ... I want to see you"

Obedient, and graceful, she stood in one fluid motion, seductively she untied the dress at her shoulders, slowly slipping it down to her breasts. She clung to it for a moment, teasingly, then let it fall, exposing perfect breasts and hairless mound. With practiced coyness she held her hands to partially obscure them- her trained pose. Garrett snarled, her perfect skin, and hair that was 'just-so' offended him, in a flash he grabbed at her pony-tail and dragged her forward, she stumbled under the force. He threw her to the floor, she squeaked, a surprised pained noise that made his already stiff cock strain to be free

"little fucking bitch- if i catch something off you ... I swear to god" He was already moving towards her unzipping his pants. he dropped heavily to his knees, sitting on her tits momentarily forcing the air out of her, as she gasped he thrust his cock deep in her mouth. Genuinely flustered she gagged on his cock for a moment, struggling for air, arms flailing. As he drew back for the next thrust she regained some self control and was ready for her throat fucking. Garrett groaned with pleasure as she started to lick his balls, her tongue poking out past her teeth, he drove his cock as deep inside her as he could get. That throat felt made for fucking- he laughed settling in to ramming himself down her throat, it probably was! He groaned, the girl was swallowing in time to his strokes, it felt amazing. He forgot about punishing her for being perfect, forgot about Varushka. The entire world was his cock recieving the most amazing oral he had ever had. With an animalistic cry he pulled out and covered her face with cum, automatically she kept her mouth open, tongue out. Spent he slumped down, his cock slipping back inside her mouth, gently she licked it clean. More training.

Garrett eventually disengaged from the girl. He peeled away his uniform, and naked, wandered over to the bath It was already filling with hot water, seemingly activated by his intention to use it. Suppressing a shudder he stepped into the water, his mind drawing a parallel between the girls he raped washing in his shower before he handed them over to the horrors of Thetos, and his own situation.