Old Friends and New.

I'm not sure how long I endured the constant coming, but I was wailing and screaming like a baby when someone approached me. I didn't even notice them until the vibrations, mercifully, stopped.

As I sat there, panting and crying, a pair of soft hands wiped at my face.

Blinking, I looked at my saviour. It was Echo!

"Hello," she said, and gave me a gentle kiss. This little action probably made me more horny than the half hour of orgasms.

"Oh," I gasped.

She smiled and kissed me again, her delightfully smooth skin against mine.

"No!" I said, regaining control and pushing her back. "I mean, wait," I added more gently. "What are you doing here?"

She grinned at me. "Isn't it wonderful? My master bought you at the auction! Now we can be together!" She hugged me.

And then it hit me.

Echo wasn't just a random name that fucking bitch Karma had given. It was another message. The poor lass now holding me was just a distant shadow of a once great ruler of galaxies. Gurgo the Great had once ruled even more worlds than I had, and now his personality had been reduced, stripped away, to this Echo of its former self.

Echo wasn't just a name, it was *What She Was*

"Don't be sad," she said, looking at me, unaware of my epiphany. "The master isn't so bad, certainly not as bad as some." She shivered involuntarily, no doubt remembering past abuses. "And he might not be influenced by your power even, because of..." she paused and smiled shyly. "Well, you'll find out." Jumping up and down again, once more excited, she grinned again. "But we'll be together! What fun!"

I smiled sadly, and I pulled her close, stroking her back. My lust started up once more, and she obviously felt that too, because she pulled away.

"I can't stay now, but I'll see you later." With one final quick kiss, she scampered out of the room, allowing me to reflect on what she was, and had become.

It also allowed me a good look at her delightfully hot, tight ass.

~

So I sat there, dildo wedged deep inside me, but no longer vibrating thank fuck. It allowed me plenty of time to examine my environment.

Apart from there wasn't much to examine. The lush surroundings were obviously not for mere slaves. That said, the general quality of the room was superior to my previous lodgings in almost every regard. The walls were the same white stone as through the rest of the building that I'd seen, and the floor was some kind of smooth material, also white, although I couldn't really decide what it was made from.

Apart from the 'logs' and their dildos that protruded from the one wall, there were no decorations or adornments. A single low table not too far from my position was bare except for the vibration remote control. There was another, small chest of drawers in the far corner, but that was it.

So, I just sat there, trying not to wriggle to much and excite myself.

I was beginning to wonder if I should shout out, attract attention or something, when a sologram strolled in. It was identical to the previous one except this had only one stripe under the insignia on its shoulder, and no gun.

Following behind the solo was a tall man.

I examined him warily. No doubt this was my new 'master'.

The man was human looking.

I should possibly explain what I mean by human here, in case you've not heard of the species. I'm a human, at least I was originally. But the term is broader than you may think. It is clear to all the advanced species in the universe that there had been what many call the 'First Race'. This was a species of beings that were likely the first intelligent life, or at least the first advanced intelligent life, in the universe. From what everyone can tell, they spread out through the all of known space, although the universe was a lot smaller back then, so it goes, and found no others. So they seeded the galaxies with proto-life.

From these seeds arose various species. One of which we call, rather generically, human. I mean, there are variations of course, but as a rule they have two eyes, nose, mouth, are biped and so on and so forth. And they're to be found, amongst other species of course, throughout the universe.

What happened to the First Race is still unclear. Sometimes an artefact of them is unearthed here and there, and these are highly sought after, but as a rule, they seem to have vanished without a trace.

So this man, and he was definitely male, looked me up and down. He had dark hair of medium length, an immaculately groomed goatee and long, flowing black robes adorned with golden sigils, not unlike the one on his solograms. Physically, he was tall, slim and, well, generally fit, although that's not hard to do when you can have your body tailored to your own specifications, and no doubt this chap was fairly well off, financially. His skin was a light golden brown colour, which I thought quite fetching. I made a mental note to try it when I had my own bodies again.

The 'master' had been examining me as I had been examining him, and I wondered why he wasn't trying to stick something into one of my holes already.

"So, you are...'Bob'?" he asked, tilting his head. Ah, that would be the name I'd given to Jolly, on a whim, some time back. No doubt he'd gone and told it to all and sundry. Fucking blabbermouth.

"What's it to you?" I asked.

"Yes, they said you were a lippy one too. Well, we'll see. Bring her." This last command was to the solo, who unchained my feet and pulled me off the dildo with a sucking sound, making me gasp as my pussy was relieved of the intrusion.

I was placed on the floor in front of the man, who nodded, turned and walked away. A push from the solo had me padding after him.

We walked through more of the building, which, I'm not too proud to admit, I was impressed with. It was furnished with just enough expensive, tasteful items to not be too gaudy.

Up some stairs then, and into a large and opulent bedroom. The bed was huge, an old fashioned four poster covered with black silken sheets. A dark coloured sofa was to one side, next to a low table. The floor was coated in a dark material of some kind.

And sitting in the furthest corner, on a more utilitarian chair, was Echo. She gave me a little wave, but didn't move.

We approached a large chest of drawers made of some kind of black wood. On the top was an orange silken cloth covering something.

The man turned to me and smiled.

"I bet you are wondering why I'm not fucking your right now yes? With your aura?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," I replied, because it had.

Smiling, the man slipped off his robe. He was naked beneath, and as fit as I'd imagined. There was one thing missing though.

He had no cock.

Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.