Helcion IV: The female led planet

The next day you wake up all satisfied. You have morning sex with Elena (and some more cropping!), then you prep yourself up for the day, and you head out to the city floating on the planet's surface.

You landed in dock E-CX-334 just like the last time. The guards welcome you the same way as before: with a grin that is meant to signal that you wouldn't last long here. You glance at the same shop that you visited a few weeks earlier, however right now you don't need anything. Istead, you decide to go onward, curious of all the things this planet has to offer.

From the few local shops you stumble into a canteen - you are hungry already! -, but as soon as you step in, you stop, seeing two women in an open kitchen, dressed head to toe in ruanite.

They are simply making the items on the menu, what shocks you however is that both(!) of them have their eyes covered. You are no stranger from the oven. In fact, onboard the Emerald Grace you could pretty much make any dish with your eyes closed. But even then. For these two people to cooperate so perfectly, and to make so many dishes throughout the day, you cannot help but to wonder about the sheer amount of effort that was required.

You remind yourself again that you are on the female led planet. Thing is, these two slaves were most likely purchased - if not captured - by this very goal in mind. Who knows? Perhaps they are sisters, or best friends, perfect candidates to bring this sort of perfection out of them.

Could this happen to us? you think to yourself, a shiver running through your spine. But then you notice something interesting.

Is that a... man? you think to yourself, your eyes fixated on a figure strapped to a pole at the back of the canteen.

She definitely has the figure of a woman. But you recognize the shape of a cock and a ballsack, locked in a chastity cage beneath the suit's material, perpetually tormented with a vibrator that runs on full capacity. As for the sound: you are not sure, her mouth was equipped with a gag that doesn't let out any.

You observe her for some time, as she keeps twisting her body against her bonds, a clear sign that she doesn't find the situation to her liking. Then suddenly you have an idea: