idea.

- escape from this planet with us? - Ash grinned.

“Escape from this planet,” Azura nodded, “And maybe not leave you here.”

“But the ship is badly damaged,” Myrus remarked.

“Yours, yes,” Azura nodded. “But, who said that he is the only one?” I have my own ship. However, it requires a sufficiently powerful kernel. The existing will allow only to bring the ship into orbit. And we need to go to one of the roads, with a rather lively movement. In general, you need to remove the core of your ship and rearrange it in mine. Then we will leave this place quickly and with relative comfort.

“Sounds reassuring,” said Ash.

“I wouldn't take her word for it while our hands are tied,” Dredonna shook her head.

“Oh, this annoying mistake can be fixed,” Azura dismissed, “El!” Untie their hands.

- But, my lady ...

- What will they do? They will suffocate the only one who knows where the ship for interstellar flights is located? Without me, they are doomed to stay here. This is not the easiest final. Release them.

The bundles slept easily from their hands as soon as El got the code they needed.

- Stay in this room, and I need to change clothes to continue the conversation. El, order about dinner and escort me!

“Yes, I do,” El nodded, squinting at those present frowningly.

She took from her belt a weighty remote and recruited a command.

There was a quiet melody.

In obedience to the sound, maids began to enter the hall, arranging dishes on the table. Carefully chopped meat, salads, sweets, seasonings, drinks from fresh juices ... Robots moved quickly. And just as quickly they disappeared. As well as Azura’s assistant, El.

“I don’t like it,” Dredonna said.

- Food is like food, - Ash has already eaten something from the brought.

- Indeed? - Dredonna brought to her mouth a piece of sweet cake ... Liznula, - Hmm ... Organics. There are no poisons, and potentially - no harmful components are above the norm.

- What? - Ash roused.

“I mean,” Dredonna explained, “That you won't die from this dish.” Ah, here you can grow fat with time.

“Hmm,” Myrus chewed a steak and swallowed a solid piece. “However, this is strange.” Where did they get their food from? I did not see such abundance in the local kitchen.

He got up from the table and walked to the solid door behind which the hostess and her assistant disappeared.

The door looked impressive. In some places, the tree cracked, revealing the metal hidden behind the exterior trim.

- Dredonna?

- What?

“Can you open this door?”

- My opportunities are extremely modest. Both hands are still not working as they should.

- Well, there is not too thick metal and this is not the gateway ... There, there is a small gap near the floor ...

“I will try,” the cyborg shrugged as she approached the door. “It's risky, cap.”

- I know ... But it would be nice to follow while there is time.

“Well ... let us try,” Dredonna put her fingers under the door, stiffened, lifting the canvas with an effort. There was a rattle of metal and gears reluctantly cranked, slightly raising the flap. Another effort and the door shifted slightly higher. Lifting the canvas almost a meter, Dredonna sighed and put a metal knee under the door. Cloth rested in the foot, but did not cause significant damage to the cyborg.

- Try to quickly, - said the girl - the robot, - I do not know how quickly they will return.

- Okay.

Myrus squeezed through the gap, diving into the dusk of the corridor. It smelled of something medical. He sneaked a little further and stood in front of the transparent, tight gateway. The door was ajar. Through the strips of transparent plastic, covering the entrance, whitish fog and cool air made their way. Myrus cautiously peered into the brightly lit room and shuddered in surprise.

The whole room represented several corridors with columns - columns. A male body was attached to each column. Mayrus had no doubts about that. The body had pronounced sexual characteristics. It seems that a whole web of wires and hoses was drawn to the genitals, which acquired large, hypertrophied dimensions. The men themselves looked haggard. Bodies hung on chains and special mounts.

In the room reigned worker hum. The members of the chained “producers,” as Mirus called them, were hidden by some milking machines. Those with sniffing absorbed the secreted by sending fluid somewhere along the large pipes. The heads and faces of the men hid silver helmets. Their bodies twitched convulsively. Mayrusu felt bad ... Suddenly, he discerned Azuru, dressed in a tight-fitting, white suit. The costume was like a swimsuit. The girls hands hid the gloves. A grin played on her lips. She, like a queen, was walking in this strange kind of garden, looking appreciatively at her captives.

She came, shaking her hips, to one of the fixed "manufacturers". A grin played on the girl’s lips as she touched the prisoner into the dim flask of his penis. The flask vibrated and the car rumbled, absorbing the secreted ejaculate. Large, twined eggs trembled, in time with the milking machine. Pressing the inconspicuous button, she removed the flask, freeing the swollen, over-stressed, moist and sticky body. The milking machine shuddered, sucking in air. The girl hung it on a special hook. Gloved hand, she stroked a member. The “producer” twitched, trying to make frictions. The organ stiffened, the veins stiffened. Reluctantly, a dull white liquid appeared from the urethra. The girl rubbed them in the trunk with her gloved hand. With her other hand, she clamped the organ at the base, reinforcing the forward movement. As soon as the member twitched, she let go of him, allowing large white drops to drain. The scrotum tightened, but the hypertrophied eggs could not rise to a "martial" position. The girl picked up one of the drops on the finger and put it in her mouth, as if testing. Then, she picked up a handler and returned the machine to her place with a satisfied purr. Rustling dress, she moved to the exit of this room.

Meirus hastily retreated, trying not to make noise. He ducked under the door and with signs showed Dredonna not to remove his leg. Cyborg obeyed and holding her fingers, lowered the door into place. Both quickly returned to the table, trying to empty the dishes as quickly as possible. Mayrus face expressed a mixture of surprise, contempt and apparent fright. Ash looked at him excitedly.

"What was there?"

“Awful picture! She exploits slaves! And I saw only men there ... "

"Maybe we threaten her?"

"We have nothing."

“We have a little trump card. Reactor of our ship. ”