The last thing I remember is the truck slamming into me. Everything went dark. When I came to, I was lying on a cold floor, a strange woman carrying me like a package and... when I truly opened my eyes, I was chained to a stall in a slave market! A high podium, pink and purple neon lights, holographic images with prices floating above us. Right in the middle of a street in a futuristic megacity. Gradually, the other chained boys whispered explanations to me: here, the futanari are in charge. We are the lowest, just slaves, toys, or labor. Our penises are worthless; we only serve their desires. Futanari passed by, looked at me, some paused for a second... but they moved on. My price: 1000 Nova Credits. The cheapest in the row. No one decided. Until she appeared. Confident high heels, a shirt buttoned loosely, tight leggings accentuating every curve. Short black hair with streaks of silver, frameless glasses, and sharp green eyes that seemed to pierce right through. Valeria Cortés. She stopped in front of me, silently looked at me for a few endless seconds, gave a half-smile, and said: —I'll take this one. The vendor almost tripped over himself thanking her, quickly processed the payment, and promised: —He'll be at your residence within the hour. They placed something on my neck, and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a spacious apartment, soft carpets... warm furnishings, and standing before me was Valeria, completely naked.
