I don't know how long I was out, but I awoke to the sound of the door opening.

Into my room strode a sologram. This one wasn't a prison solo though, but a fairly standard featureless, humanoid shaped version. It was charcoal grey all over with the exception of an orange squiggly insignia of some kind on its shoulder, below which were two horizontal stripes. It had two beady yellow 'eyes' on its head.

Unusually for a solo, it also had a small firearm strapped to its hip. This lent itself to some speculation on my part.

I think I've mentioned already, solograms are made from hard light. They can form themselves into any shape that they're programming allows, and are incredibly fast, strong and nigh on invulnerable to most weapons. They are, however, really very vulnerable to certain beam weapons, which are generally called disperser guns, or just dispersers. About the only reason for a solo to carry a weapon in a civilian environment (and they usually weren't allowed any, not that they needed one really) was to protect itself against other solos. Which meant that it was carrying a disperser. My fingers itched to get my hands on it, although I knew the chance of that was practically zero.

The solo stopped in front of my prone form for a second, and then, saying nothing, stood me upright. With the brutal efficiency that they're known for, it formed a hand into a knife and cut away the belt at my waist. Then dispassionately pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, which caused me to gasp, let me tell you.

That done, two wide straps extended from the solo, one from the chest area and one lower down, and wrapped themselves around me, pinning my arms to my side and my legs together. Then the straps retracted, pulling me up against the solo like a baby being carried by a parent.

The little yellow eyes (they don't need them, they're just for show) swivelled around to the other side of its head and it started to walk out of the cell.

“Hey,” I said. “Where are we going?”

The solo stopped, and one eye and a mouth suddenly appeared on my side of its head again.

“The slave will not speak,” it intoned. “Any further noise from the slave will result in the slave being gagged.”

So saying, the mouth and eye vanished. I opened my own mouth to make a retort, and then decided against it. Solos were very literal. I believed it would gag me one hundred percent, and I'd rather that not happen.

Instead I looked around with interest as I was carried out of the cell and down several rather grubby corridors. I saw other beings.

Another solo, of a lighter grey – and unarmed – led a sobbing woman by a leash attached to a collar around her neck. She had only a skirt on, allowing me to view her enormous and shapely tits.

Further along were half a dozen naked boys of various species and ages, from quite young to nearly adult, being herded along by some fat being of a species I'd never seen before. None of the lads looked very happy.

It didn't take a genius to figure out this was a slave market. I sighed. I used to like coming to the slave markets, seeing what merchandise was on display, maybe bidding for the odd one or two items. Somehow it wasn't as fun from this side of the fence.

The solo carried me outside, to some kind of bustling yard, but I didn't get a good look at the surroundings as it quickly bundled me into a waiting transport of some description. I found myself in a small cubicle with a seat. Released from the solo, I sat on it and waited. There were no windows, and I started to get a little claustrophobic.

There was movement. I felt the vehicle take off, but after that I had no idea of what direction I was going in.

I'm not sure how long the journey lasted. I dozed again, only coming around when the door slid open, allowing a bright light in. I blinked and was grabbed again, pulled out of the vehicle.

Another yard, this time a splendid, landscaped affair with sculpted bushes and statues of shining stone. Overhead a large, white stoned building loomed, and above that I glimpsed a sky of green before I was shoved through a set of double doors.

I padded along a hallway of the same sparkling white stone. Busts and paintings lined my route, whilst plush rugs were scattered underfoot at various intervals. It was certainly a step up from my recent environment.

The solo pushed me into another room, of a more utilitarian nature, and then into another, even more basic.

My eyes immediately went to the far wall, where a number of log-like affairs protruded horizontally out. Each one sprouted a large dildo, standing straight up.

“Oh no,” I said, starting to turn to run off, but the solo grabbed me and picked me up.

I struggled, to no avail, as it took me over to a fairly low perch and, with brutal efficiency, lowered me down, pussy first, onto the large phallus that sprouted from it.

I screamed as it was rammed deep inside me. The thing was tapered slightly, getting wider as it went down, so my poor abused hole was stretched as I was pushed all the way to the bottom.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

I was now sitting astride the log perch, the dildo all the way up me, which took my breath away. It was unlikely I'd be able to get off as it was, my feet barely touched the floor, but just to make sure, the solo chained my ankles to a set of manacles attached to the ground. I wasn't going anywhere.

Taking a step back to admire its handiwork, the solo produced a small device from somewhere and pressed a button on it.

The dildo inside me began to vibrate.

“Oh no! Not again!” I screamed.

This one was even worse than the slave market one though. That had been fairly small, this fucker was industrial strength compared to that. My whole body shook with it.

“Noooo!” I wailed as it stimulated my sex. I began to pant as my little clit was aroused by the things movements, and a wave of delirium began to sweep over me once more.

“No no no!” I repeated. But it was no good. It only took a minute or so before my body reacted to the forced stimulation, and I orgasmed in shuddering, shaking fashion. As last time though, it didn't stop and my poor pussy was soon excreting juices as I was forced to come over and over and over. The solo dropped the remote on a nearby table and strode away. I gritted my teeth through the waves of ecstasy that rippled through my body and vowed to outlaw the fucking things when I escaped.

“Oohhh!” I screamed again. Tears ran down my face.

Don't let anyone tell you you can't have too much of a good thing.

Trust me, you fucking can.