The Harem

The alien finally speaks to you. "You are perfect. His Majesty the King could use another fuckdoll. I'm sure he'll appreciate you, and the eunuchs at the women's quarters will be able to make you ideal."

The table morphs into a capsule, and a door opens to your right. You are shot off down a clear tube and arrive in a room filled with scientific gadgets, all designed to make you the ultimate in personalized fucktoys.