I was actually getting bored.

Not that I was all eager to be dragged out and brutalised again, but I could have cut the tension with a knife, had I been able to get my hands on one.

It must have been at least a Universal standard day, and nothing had happened. Well, I'd slept, paced up and down my cell a lot. Used the toilet, used the food dispenser, which, I'd found, dispensed various coloured kinds of barely flavoured mush at random minimum intervals.

I'd also raged, trying to figure a way out of this mess. It was no use though, I still needed more information, and the fucktard next door had withdrawn into some kind of funk and refused to speak. Honestly, someone cuts your balls off and it's the end of the world.

Anyway, I knew what they were doing. They were letting me sweat, giving me time to imagine all the horrors that could be awaiting me. Well, I didn't need time, I could imagine it all quite efficiently in about five minutes.

Then, just as I was deciding whether to try to sleep again, footsteps approached.

I took a deep breath as the door slid open, to reveal a single guard, clad in the by-now familiar black full body uniform. He (I assumed it was male), looked me slowly up and down.

I glared back, but I could almost sense what was going to come next. And it wasn't going to be me.

Sure enough, the guard nodded.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “It's really true.”

I sighed as he undid his crotch fasteners and pulled out his dick. This was going to get old fast.

There was no point fighting it. He pointed and, rolling my eyes, I stepped forward and busied myself on his meat.

It didn't take long. That's one plus of exuding some kind of horniness field I guess, it gets people worked up real fast.

Anyway, within a couple of minutes I was at the sink, washing my mouth out whilst he did his pants back up.

“That was great,” he said. “You're going to be really popular. Now, come on, exercise.”

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“You want to get out of this cell for a bit or not?”

“W... er, yes.”

“Come on then.”

Warily, this was not at all what I was expecting, I followed him. As I stepped out into the main hall Mister Jolly was just emerging from next door, glancing about nervously.

“It's just you two,” the guard said. He gestured.

Obviously Jolly knew the way, for he turned right and started padding along towards the end of the spur. Shrugging to myself, I followed, still trying to get the taste out of my mouth. I wondered if there was any mouthwash available.

With the guard walking behind us, humming a jaunty little tune, we arrived at a large door at the end of the hall. It slid open with a grinding sound, and fresh air wafted in.

Surprised for a second time, I walked through, after Jolly.

“Thirty minutes,” the guard called after us, as the door slid shut.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked, looking around.

We were in some kind of small field. There was deep blue skies with a few clouds skudding along overhead. Around the field was a high metal fence, and beyond that, a dense forest made up of trees I didn't recognise.

I looked behind me, and twigged.

The only evidence of where we'd just come from was the door, sitting in the fencing and looking totally out of place.

“It's a sologram,” Jolly said, leaning down. he picked a small flower and passed it to me. “A big one.”

“It's fucking good one too,” I said, sniffing the bloom, which quivered slightly in the breeze.

“The Karmas have the best tech I've ever seen,” Jolly replied, wandering off.

“Not a great leap for someone from a single planet,” I muttered, but strode after him. The grass tickled my feet.

“So what's this about then? Is this just a setup for more abuse? Are we going to be jumped by a pack of animals or something?”

“It's not unheard of,” he replied as we strolled along. “But no. They're really weird here. One minute they are pulling an eyeball out, or something, and the next minute they're giving you first aid and letting you out for exercise. I've stopped trying to understand it.” He shrugged.

“Well, this is more fucked up than I even imagined,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well, it's a bit unusual for just two of us to be out. I guess they thought you could use some company, and I was the only one that wouldn't try and fuck you.” He gestured at his mangled crotch.

“Makes sense,” I said.

“Although, even so, you are getting to me,” he added, giving me a look up and down. “What is it with your species? They said you give off some kind of aura that makes everyone sex mad.”

I sighed. “This is not my species,” I replied. “They've just put me in this body for some reason. As punishment probably. They're called elves, or that's what people call them anyway. No one really knows how it works, but I tell you this, it's a fucking real problem for me right now.”

“No kidding,” he said, still looking at me. “You're very pretty you know that?”

“Fuck off, or I'll bite off what's left,” I snarled.

He shut up, and we walked around for a bit in silence.

“How many are here anyway? Prisoners I mean?” I asked eventually.

He shrugged. “About ten in our area I guess. People come and go all the time.”

“Where do they go?”

“They won't tell us, at least they don't tell us the same thing. Some guards say they're taken off to be killed. Others say to be experimented on. If a guard answer you it's always something different, although another prisoner told me they rent you out.”

“Sounds delightful,” I said.

We walked around a bit more, and then the door opened.

“Hey, you!” A guard, I couldn't tell if it was the same one from earlier, pointed at me. “Come here, the boss wants to see you.”

“The boss?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he snarled. “You should be honoured, very few get to see the Karma. Now, get over here and suck me off before we go.”

“Shit,” I said, as I sighed and walked towards him.

I really was going to need that mouthwash.