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Chapter 11 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

Where has the guard taken him?

Shackled naked, in a busy hall.

Gem women milling about a public hall surrounded Griffith on all sides while his escorts dragged him towards what looked like a rack, but with plasmatic energy flowing into its shackles. His heart began to thump at the realization; he wasn't going to some private holding cell, Griffith was going to be publicly detained, butt naked in a crowded hall.

Several brightly colored girls holding documents to their chests craned their necks to watch, as the Agates picked their charge up and secured him into "HC-126", groping his balls to keep him compliant.

Locked up in stasis-manacles, Griffith was displayed naked for all of the dozens of alien women passing through to marvel at, study, probe, and humiliate. He was utterly mortified to be at the center of this crowd's attention, desperate to shield his naked body from the circle of mystified aliens who kept drawing closer— Griffith pulled at each of the four shackles with his full might, but being space-age tech, they didn't come close to budging. The Gems gawked as his huge cock swayed in the air; dangling at eye level for the scores of sexy, technicolor women gathered around him to goggle.

"What is that thing?— It's huge!" Asked a petite woman with an afro, pointing and staring at the nude prisoner.

Joining in by following the first girl's gaze was a towering, effervescent woman, who openly ogled as she said, "Yeah, what is that tiny little thing? It's so cute!"

While he burned a deep crimson, one of Griffith's guards stalked away to wrap an arm around both gawkers' shoulders, and told them, "That 'thing', girls, hanging over there like some kind of carnival prize, is a human."

"Whoa… a human…"

"That's hot."

Pacified by the correct response, there were a quiet several minutes during which all the nearby gems stopped to stare; gawking in silence at the fettered stud until a curvaceous, green technician—whose hair formed an impossible rhombus shape—mustered the gall to walk over till she was a mere foot from the shackled, mortified man.

What does she do? Is she the only gem bold enough to move?

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