I awake in a daze, finding myself in a dingy motel room, stripped completely naked, chained to a dirty old mattress. With nothing but the flickering yellow bulb of an old lamp lighting the room. It feels like I've been here for days, but I can't remember anything. Breaking the silence, a doorknob clicks, and a young girl enters. Short, white dress, with long blue hair. On her head, a gold band with star-shaped antennas extended upwards. Something about her feels familiar. Like I've seen her before, but my mind was a blur. She looks at me, her pale face illuminated in the lamplight, and smiles. A small, innocent smile. Her eyes meet mine, but then drift downward. A bit of shock hits her face as her gaze lands on my crotch, but she quickly stifles it with a giggle. She looks me over one last time, and after noticing my famished state, offers me a treat. Of course, I would accept, desperate for nourishment. She lets out a laugh, her eyes meet mine again, and she licks her lips. In an instant, she undresses and crawls up the bed. She makes her way up slowly, savoring every second as she climbs my body until we're finally face to face. She giggles once more, and after a quick kiss on the lips, stands up. She places one hand on her crotch, spreading her pristine, cleanly shaven pussy, and brings her hips down onto my face. Her thighs clamp my head as she grinds back and forth, slight moans escaping from her lips as she loses herself in ecstacy, using me as little more than a fucktoy. The intensity of the situation overwhelms me, and I lick her cunt like a hungry dog. Her body seizes, her eyes widen, and a loud moan escapes from her lips as she cums, covering my face in her juices. After a time, her breathing steadies, and she climbs off my head. She sits on the edge of the bed, her head cocked slightly backward, and watches with a grin as I struggle to catch my breath. Her head turns the opposite direction towards my crotch, and she makes her way downward. She climbs back on me, straddling my stomach, facing away from me, and grabs my cock in one hand. She giggles once more, and after a couple of strokes, she takes the dick completely inside her. Her tiny rear quivers in my lap as she cums once again, but this only deters her for a moment. She leans back, her hair falling into my face and chest, and begins riding crazily. I watch as she brings her ass down again and again, her hair bouncing from the motion and her back tensing from the pleasure. After a few seconds, she leans backward, her back nearly making contact with my chest. She reaches up and grabs a key from under the golden band attached to her antennae. She undoes the shackle on my right wrist and places my hand on her petite chest. I grip her, hard, and heighten my thrusting, rolling her slightly to the side to better my leverage. My mind goes, lost in the moment, and I fuck her like an animal. The room reverberates with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and our primal moans. I grab at her hip with my free hand, and after a few more hard thrusts, fill her womb as she cums one more time. We both collapse onto each other, completely exhausted, and my vision blurs. She leans over and fastens the shackle, then stands back up. After dressing, she looks back at me. I'm struggling to stay awake, already drained from countless days of captivity. The sex took even more energy out of me. She laughs as if pitying me and tosses a bottle onto the bed. A meal replacement shake. She gives me a wink and makes her way outside, promising to return in a few more days. I work the bottle to my open palm, tear it open, and drink it down. Seconds later, a wave of miasma hits me. The feeling of being drugged. Finally, I lose consciousness.

I awake in a daze, finding myself in a dingy motel room, stripped completely naked, chained to a dirty old mattress.