“I want to see her then,” I said, sulking like the young girl's body that I was in.

“You'll see her if she wants it to happen.” He did something on his lectern and a large door appeared in the wall behind him “Now, time to see your new home.”

I toyed with the idea of resisting him, but I quickly realised that would be foolish. Deciding to bide my time, I followed him through the door, which led into a very different environment.

It was some kind of huge building I was in, so much was obvious. There were no windows I could see, just a hallway about as wide as a road. The walls though, were lined with metal bars. 'How quaint,' I thought. They still use physicals.

The bars ran from floor to the next level up, which was a walkway, with more bars and then up to the next level and the next and the next and the next... it went up as far as I could see!

“Fuck,” I said.

“Yeah, that's a word you're going to get used to,” Xarx sniggered. He pushed me forward, and we walked along the hallway. It didn't take long for the first shout.

“Hey pretty! I'm going to have you in all your holes!” was the first one I heard. The rest soon followed, and basically followed similar lines. The figures in the cells behind the bars were just shapes in the shadows, but I could make out enough that they were a variety of species.

“Yeah, real popular you're gonna be,” chortled Xarx. “You're going to service every one of these fuckers.”

My girly legs nearly gave way at that, knowing the species this body was, but then I slapped myself mentally. If I was such a prize, there would be no way they would give me to the types in these cells. No, I'd be reserved for special clients. Of course, whilst that may mean less quantity, I was sure the 'quality' of abuse would make up for it. The richer the being, the more twisted the games they play. Trust me on this, I'm the richest person in a billion worlds.

Sure enough, Xarx didn't stop in the main wing, but took me through to another one. Smaller, with doors. Here there was no shouting, which I found slightly worse in some ways.

Finally he stopped at one of the doors, which slid open as we approached. Violently, he showed me in and, without another word, left. The door slid shut.

I found myself in a plain white room. There was a single, simple bed, some toilet facilities and a basic cupboard. A food dispenser of some kind was set into the wall.

As if to remind me of my predicament, someone had scrawled on the wall:

Standing up, lying down, on your front, on your back. Which ever way – You're fucked.

~ * ~

I looked around at the depressing environment and considered my next steps. Somehow, I was going to get out of this, and then I was going to come back with a fucking massive army and work my way, personally, through the population until all that was left were small chunks of flesh and bone.

However, that was the future. I didn't know what was what just now, so first order of business was information gathering, which meant biding my time. Which probably meant my poor girl body would be subjected to all sorts of unpleasantness.

I sniffed. Well, they'd have to be imaginative if they thought I'd break easily. I'd overseen the – essentially – rape and pillaging of thousands of planets back when I'd personally led my conquests. If it was possible to do something to a living being, then I'd likely have done it.

Shocked I'm not all goody goody? Like I give a fuck.

I looked around for more clothes, the tiny bit of cloth that I was clad on covered pretty much nothing at all. However, the only other material was a thin sheet on the bed. I thought about wrapping it round me, but then decided against it.

Obviously they were trying to break me. The violence, the sexual threats and actions, the humiliation of putting me in this body, it all pointed to mental abuse. Well, I was on to them. No doubt they thought that strutting around mostly naked would shame me. Ha! What a bunch of amateurs! I once forced an entire city to bow before me whilst I stood in front of them naked with a hard on. Just for laughs.

Yeah, when you get as old as I am you do more and more twisted stuff. You do it just because you're bored, and you've not done it before.

So, no doubt they wanted me to wrap myself in the sheet so they could come in and rip if off me. They were shit out of luck there.

Seeing nothing better to do, I climbed on top of the bed, tried to get comfortable, and fell asleep.

~ * ~

I was woken by noises, screams and general shouts. There was no way to tell how long I'd been out, but I had the feeling it hadn't been very long. Still, with nothing else to do, I padded over to the door and tried to peer out of the narrow window that was set in the middle of it.

There was a flap covering the other side, but it had been left half open, and I could see out onto the main hall area. There was a table there that I didn't remember seeing before.

I watched on, and the noises grew louder. Soon I saw three humanoids, I couldn't tell if they were creatures, constructs, androids or solograms because they were clad all in black, with helmets that had a full tinted faceplate concealing whatever was under it.

The three, for want of a better word, guards, were dragging a thin form between them. It was a youth, his body was of a youngish teenager.

“You're making a mistake!” the kid was screaming and sobbing. “Do you know who I am? I'll have your families killed for this.” Which I thought was a pretty weak threat personally. I'd have gone for their home planets at least.

The kid was only wearing rags, and the lower half of these were ripped off him as the group reached the table.

“Noooo!” he screamed, as he was bent over.

The guards were obviously not androids, because one whipped out a large male member from their crotch area and proceeded to brutally stuff it up the lad's asshole.

There was a lot of screaming, needless to say.

I shook my head.

“Come on,” I said to myself. “Have some courage. Grow a pair of balls for fuck's sake.” Only then, as one guard finished and they moved around so the second one could have a go, did I see that, in fact, his balls had been removed. Quite recently by the looks of it, as there was still blood around the area.

“Oh. Never mind then.” I shrugged.

As the rape continued, I sighed and went back to bed. This was obviously put on for my benefit, to intimidate. I mean, the table being there, just at the right position for me to see out of my little window. Yeah, not a coincidence.

I wasn't dealing with pros here. Things would go my way soon enough. Just may take a bit of time.

To the continued sounds of screaming and buggery, I fell asleep once again.

Beauty sleep is important, even for displaced dictators in kidnapped bodies, after all.