Right. Right?

Sue was rather intoxicated on the Spice as she walked in her heels. Her goal was to talk with Amra, and hopefully explain her situation without giving away who she truly was. There is no telling what Amra would do, and the Invisible Woman didn't know if this alien could be trusted.

A loud snortling came off from her right, and Sue peered down the hall. Sluggo's door was slightly ajar, and his loud snoring reverberated off the metallic walls of the hallway. “Fucking pig,” Sue thought, but found herself slowly creeping towards the open door. Her hands gripped the metal door lightly and she pulled on it a little, causing a creak. Sue stopped in her tracks, but the snoring continued. The word “sow” crept in her mind, as Susan poked her head around the door, and peaked into the room. There was the fat slug pig of a man sleeping soundly on his side. She watched him for several seconds, as her **** clouded mind began to envision a cartoonish scenario. “I bet he eats out of a trough,” Sue giggled to herself. The image of him on a farm pushing his snout into a slop made her almost fall over. “We'd probably have to like fight off the big bad wolf,” she joked in her mind, thinking of a house of straw and her using a **** field to stop the wolf's mighty breath. As she went over this foolish notion, the pig rolled over, and the Invisible Woman gasped so loud she had to put her hand over her mouth. The pig was only wearing large white underwear for a fat small man, but when he rolled over, she was amazed at the tent pole that pushed the shorts impossibly towards the ceiling. It was like a third leg. Had to be bigger than his arm or hers for that matter.

A soft voice from behind her whispered, “Thought you were more into Zarn, and not such a Sluggo Slut!”

Sue turned to see Amra behind her. “I was just...I was...”

Arma waved her hand, “It's fine, no need for explanations. All the new girls are curious,” she motioned with her finger, “come with me.” The heroine followed the captain away from the door, the loud snoring never dying down. When they were far enough away Arma spoke more loudly, “I knew you were a freak! I can tell these things right away, its in the eyes.”

This did not amuse Susan Storm-Richards, “I don't know what you are talking about.” She followed Arma to the captain's own living quarters, which were large and well decorated.

Amra folded her arms and stopped, “Come on, you're a whore. I know one when I see one.” She pointed to a glass case on the shelf of a wall, with a large collar similar to Susan's. She poured Susan a dark brown drink from a glass container. “This will take the edge of the spice, its always a hard high the first time. It's Kestoran, its a good vintage. Very old.”

“I'm not a whore,” Sue lifted her head defiantly, and sipped the beverage, it was alcoholic, and it made her cringe a little at the strength. “And I don't do ****.”

Arma laughed, “You just did a whole bunch of ****, and you sure do wear the collar of a whore.” She looked Susan up and down. “You surely aren't a labor ****, no looking like that.” She took a large swig of her own glass, “and I unless you're a immensely powered fugitive Collective criminal,” she stopped for an awkward second and Sue's heart pounded, Arma chuckled, “then you got the whore's collar.” The blue skinned female turned her head to the side and raised and eyebrow. “Listen, I'm not stupid. I can see it on you and Sluggo smelt it. You're not like the others.” She eyed Sue intently. “Let me guess, you're not poor at all, not doing this for money. What is it, and abusive mate? Running away?”

In her anger, Sue let out a bit of unintended information, “My husband is not abusive!”

“So you're married,” Arma nodded, “A few of the girls here are. No big deal.” She sipped her glass. “So neglect is it? Ran away and got collared.”

Susan Richards looked down, this was eerily close to a truth she didn't want to admit. “It's complicated.”

Arma shrugged, “I'm not judging, and you don't have to tell me what's going on.” She walked over and got a device from the table, that looked like a flute. “But you need to be registered, otherwise anyone can claim you,” Arma held it up, and Sue put her hands to the gold collar. “There are much worse people out there than me Sucks.” The name still made Sue cringe. Arma rubbed her shoulder as the device whirred and clicked. “This is better than someone grabbing you. I'll be able to track you. You're lucky you escaped whoever had you first. He didn't register you, otherwise he'd track you right here.” Arma held the flute like device in front of her face. “All done.” She set it down. “That's what happened isn't it. You ran from your man, got collared and escaped real quick.”

Sue simply nodded in agreement. Close enough.

Arma sipped the drink and explained more to Susan. “You can have all you want here, I showed you the lockers, you can pick one and put your clothes and money you earn in there. Listen,” she said sternly, “I get it, you're better than this, and its not what you wanted. But I can't just let you go. Every girl in there wants to be let go. This is a business, I need money, the ship needs money. You're beautiful, and classy, and dignified. You don't get that around here. In a years time you might be able to buy your freedom, get that collar off. It takes most girls many years. You I give it one if you're good.” Arma went to her closet and began pushing aside outfits.

“I'm married...I can't....I won't...” Sue didn't want to speak the words.

The blue beauty pulled out a white outfit and handed it to Sue. “This was mine, you can have it. And you don't have to do anything you don't want. Hell, all some girls do is dance. But you have to make money. If you don't I can't keep you on this ship. Trouble makers and girls who make nothing get the boot. You DON'T want me to sell you. Again, there are worse people to be owned by.” She held Sue's hand. “Go get some rest.” Susan took the garb, and walked towards the door. “One more thing, why doesn't your mate just come get you?” Arma asked.

Sue sighed deepily, “He doesn't even know I'm gone.”

“Sucks for Sucks.” Arma smiled. “You'll be fine. One final thing.” the blue captain stopped her, “you should indulge in the time you have here. Enjoy it, really do something depraved. I can tell you need it.”

Sue went back and laid next to the girl Chirp. She fell into a deep **** addled sleep. One minute she was sitting with Reed, and his face turned, and it was Zarn, warm caring and honorable. Sue leaned in to kiss him, but his snout got in the way. Snout? She pulled her face back. It was now the face of Sluggo. Both were nude, and a feeding trough was before them. This made Sue laugh once again, but she found herself moving her head to the trough. “We need to deal with the wolf!” Sluggo said grabbing her ass causing Sue to yelp. That was all she remembered and she woke yawning.

“Morning,” Chirp rubbed her head, “You were restless all night.” Chirp brought Sue to the shower, and helped her prepare herself. Sue waited to wear the new outfit, and simply wore the dress to the dining area, where all the girls were seated. Sluggo was in the back his face in a bowl. “Morning “gilt”” he honked his nose at her. Zarn sat with him shaking his head.

“What's a gilt,” Sue asked Chirp.

“Virgin pig, or one who is unmated. Don't even let him get to you.” Chirp stated and pecked at her food.

Sue ate what tasted like pancakes but looked like mold. It was filling, and she was hungry.

After breakfast, it was time to get ready for there first landfall and party. It was time to work. Sue was frightened, and let Chirp do all her hair and make-up. She spiked Sue's now jet black hair out, and applied dark black eye-liner and make-up. She helped the heroine put on the white outfit. If that is what it could be called. It was more two white straps that came up around her neck, with leather like fabric that covered her breasts and came down into a “V” at her crotch where the pieces connected to a small white skirt. With one portion covering her ass, and another covering her vagina. The side were open and connected by a spaghetti string of material. No panties. Ughh, though Sue as she slid on the high-heeled white boots. They made her several inches taller, almost five inch heels. She looked in the mirror. This was not the outfit of Susan Storm-Richards, but more of a villainess or, well, a prostitute. She imagined that if Malice still existed within her, which she didn't as Sue expunged that part of her personality long ago, this would be something she'd wear.

A tall thin brown skinned alien female brought out the spice, and Sue quickly indulged. She had to. She smoked it, snorted it even. It was the only thing that helped her mood. She sat back and took in the high once again. The ship came to an abrupt landing. Minutes passed, and Sue's heart beat. The doors to the cargo bay opened and in came the men. Music began to blare, and lights came on everywhere, like in a nightclub back home. Sue had never been to a strip joint but she imagined this is what it would be like.

The Invisible Woman watched as men began to grope and dance with the women. A Tyrann in what appeared to be a suit came to Sue. “How much?” He asked.

The strong willed woman was like a scared child or cat, and slinked behind Chirp. “She's new, she won't...she can't...I will do what you request.”

The man pointed to Sue. “If you both dance I will give you $100 crups.” This was the currency of the Zone.

Chirp turned to Sue, “That's a very large amount for a dance. You must earn money!”

“Fine,” Sue huffed, and stood up next to Chirp. She watched Chirp begin to dance, and followed her lead, swaying her body seductively. It made her sick, but she had ****. Sue saw the man begin to rub his trousers and almost hurled. She closed her eyes and swayed, focusing on the lights around her and the music. She felt Chirp's talon like hands pull the straps of her dress to the side, and felt the bird girls tongue lick between her now exposed tits.

“Fuck that was good,” the man said, and Sue opened her eyes, the man threw the money down, and Sue pulled the straps back over her breasts.

“That's it?” Sue asked.

Chirp nodded, “These guys don't last long,” she counted the money. “What a first haul!”

Sue and Chirp went to the bar and drank. The former blonde gazed quickly across the room watching the acts of depravity. Sex was everywhere. Huss was on her knees with “something” from someone in her mouth. Sue was actually shocked that Sluggo wasn't there, nor Zarn. She choked back vomit at the idea that Sluggo was saving her money.

“You'll get used to it,” Chirp patted her back.

It was all over in a matter of thirty minutes. The men left, and the girls collected there clothes, and counted money, and began to shower. The rest of the day was rather easy. The money was counted, placed in the individual lockers, and Arma got her cut. Unfortunately, Sue didn't really have clothes to change into. Arma let the girls out to the shops, warning them of the trackers. Chirp helped Sue pick out some clothes to wear that were not “working” clothes.

In the market of this world, Sue spotted Sluggo selling something, he came over and counted the money. “Gonna make you squeel for me real soon gilt!”

Sue spat at him, “Fuck off!” This made Chirp laugh.

That night as Sue sat in the den sipping a new alcholic drink, similar to rum, Zarn came in. “I saw you today,” he said.

Her face went red, “When I was...”

Zarn nodded, “Yes, you're good!”

She let out a gasp. “I don't think so. I'm not like that...I don't.”

“It's fine, trust me Suki, you're better than these women,” his eyes were so kind, and he used her “correct” name, or alias. “I can help you if you want, make sure no one gets rough.”

This actually seemed like a good idea. First Sue now had a pimp in Arma, and apparently a bouncer.

“I think that would be nice,” Sue told him.

The next day was the same, Sue danced alone, more seductively, and yet with more confidence knowing Zarn was feet away. He kept the men from getting rowdy or touching her. She made another 300 crup. Sue stashed it away in her locker, she hoarded it actually, and watched Huss like a hawk. That was her locker neighbor. There was a growing tension between the two.

The nights were filled with parties. Chirp and Sue had there group, and Huss had hers. It was a rivalry now. Huss was complaining of stealing, jealous of Sue's growing money.

As they drank, Chirp asked Sue what she dreamed of the night before.

“Why?” Sue wanted to know.

“You made the strangest sound in your sleep, like a “Reeeeee”...it was odd,” Chirp sipped her drink. “Maybe less spice.”

The days past, and Sue's money pile grew. Her locker grew as well, many outfits, some dangerously slutty. Her confidence grew as well. She didn't need to fuck these guys, just “entice” them. “Entice” was the name of the game.

Then one day it all changed. Arma came to Sue. “Come...we need to talk.” She looked over at Huss.