Transformation Story: Blue View

It is rare that I do commissions but back in 2017 I was approached by an artist working on a series of images of the transformation of a woman into a blue-skinned humanoid. Looking for funding on Patreon they asked if I could write a story as a reward for people who contributed. We agreed I would not release the story for 5 years. That time is now up. While this differs from other settings I have used, it probably comes closest to the Pegrason anthologies. I may return to this setting in the future.

Blue View

Phaedra Floros pressed the access device to the apartment door. She had the authority of the Alytarch behind her so she was not going to bother finding whoever owned the property and rented it out, to give her entry. As was typically the case, the door clicked open and she stepped inside. The apartment was of a decent size for a single. She called out for the lights to come on. The fact that they did, without problem, suggested that the missing woman, Melantha Hatzis, at least, had not been behind with her bills. It was not unusual for it to take some time for reports of disappearances to get from the rabdouchoi station nearest to the residence to the central Alytarch office. It could take even longer still for an astynomion like Phaedra to be allocated to the case.

People disappeared for many reasons and it rarely turned out that they had been abducted. Even if they were, it was difficult to take them far without being observed by the authorities. Getting them offworld, let alone beyond one of Eion’s moons, was rare. Travel to another inhabited system might take years, unless, that was, the abductors had managed to discover the legendary ‘space folding’ device. Even so, before leaving the office, Phaedra had checked the records and there was no indication that this Melantha had even left the city of Locris, let alone gone any further.

Of course, many ‘disappearances’ proved to be murders and the body would be found dumped in a recycling unit or even in a disused vehicle abandoned along the edge of the city’s dome. Phaedra guessed that whoever had reported Melantha missing, probably the letting agency, had checked here first. Having housed a decaying corpse never made it easy to rent out a property again.

Phaedra knew from the report that Melantha had been a manager at the Torone spaceport which handled arrivals from the outer reaches of the system and indeed from beyond. Apparently, she had had a skill in languages, knowing not just human dialects but those of a number of the humanoid species from the leading state-systems in this arm of the galaxy.

The furniture was typical of a hundred apartments around Locris city that Phaedra had been into since becoming an astynomion three years earlier. In theory 3D printers should allow everyone, at a reasonable price, to have the most exotic range of items for their home that they could imagine. In reality, however, tastes appeared more limited than ever; everyone seemed beholden to replicas of what would have been seen on Earth some centuries earlier.

As she stepped further into the hexagonal living room, off which all the other rooms opened, Phaedra was struck by how bare it was. There was a sofa in a shiny beige waterproof material, pushed against one wall. What looked to be some leather clothes and ankle boots were lying on it. However, beside the sofa there was no table. Around the room there was no art work, bar a pedestal that was low to the ground. Had Melantha been part of some cult? It could explain why she might have suddenly gone. Most were known to the authorities, but someone was always developing a new religion to follow or breaking away from an established one. Of course, some such groups had to be handled with care, but Phaedra trusted that, if this was the situation, in this case, they would find the woman just beyond the dome, working with primitive tools at a farming ‘colony’. A controlling partner or a number of lovers might be another explanation for Melantha’s disappearance, though, if that was the case, Phaedra knew to be even more concerned about the missing woman’s welfare. 

The pedestal, the most striking thing in the room, proved to feel warm to touch. As Phaedra took her fingers away, she saw they were coated with a blue dust or perhaps something like pollen. Could it be a narcotic or the residue of one? She licked the dust, but it made no noticeable impact. Phaedra worried now that she was stacking up too many potential explanations for the young woman’s disappearance. Finding out which of them was true and which she could discard would be her task. However, already having far more potential explanations than clues, it seemed like she was going to be on this particular case longer than she might have first expected.

Phaedra now wandered into one of the two bedrooms. As she might have expected for a single woman, this one had been turned into an office. Saying that, lately, it seemed, it had become storage space for the furniture banished from the living room. There was a desk and office chair there and Phaedra sat down at it. As she did, the holographic screen and keyboard were projected up from the desk surface. She pulled out her hacker box and set it down on the desk where it could engage with the computer’s workings. Immediately a holographic overlay keyboard appeared. In moments her police box was breaking through any coding that Melantha had set up to deny access. It appeared that she had used the system little over the past few weeks. The most notable thing was an upload just two days earlier, after the first report that the woman was missing had come in. That meant someone had been in here after that time.

The police system quickly tracked through to where the file had been sent and Phaedra saw that it was a pornographic site for those into inter-humanoid sex; it was named ‘Xenex Express’. ‘Xenex’ Phaedra knew was short for xenophilic sex. Unsurprisingly there were a lot of videos of human-Skithean sex and then others which showed either faked footage of other humanoids involved or, for more costly access, films that Phaedra imagined had been brought in from other systems. Most of these looked dated, showing how long it could take to get from a system inhabited by one of these other humanoid species.

The Skitheans were from the next system across from Eion’s. It was centred on the planet Kallatis. They were a strong race of humanoids and those who ended up on Eion tended to be employed in security or as mercenaries. In such roles, Phaedra knew, they doubly appealed to humans as exotic sexual partners. Some women, Phaedra knew, were happy to brag that a human male could not satisfy them the way a Skithean could.

This new information suggested yet another explanation for Melantha’s disappearance – that she had been taken off or gone off freely with a Skithean. Perhaps now she was part of a harem kept by mercenaries fighting on Imbros. At times, Phaedra had role-played yielding to a man in that way. She guessed it was something quite common for women in responsible positions; Melantha had been a manager of a busy spaceport after all. For Phaedra, however, it had never turned her on that much to mean she would try it for real. Perhaps there were sides to the missing woman which colleagues and neighbours would be ignorant of; only particular lovers or a single special one, would have knowledge of the truth.

Having scanned what the website offered, Phaedra went to the video that her hacker box indicated had been uploaded from this particular machine. The title was hardly exciting: ‘Made Bergarian #17’ but in the time it had been up, it had already attracted a good number of hits and positive reviews, plus, naturally, the demand for more. As the video started and showed the living room a short way from where she sat, though a little disconcerted Phaedra was also pleased to be able to begin to build a picture of what Melantha had ended up doing. Perhaps she had turned to making such films as a way to earn more money; maybe just for the frisson of being recorded having sex, to be seen as a burgeoning ‘porn star’. It might mean she was safe, if still exploited, somewhere in the city. It could also certainly suggest that she had decided simply to walk away from her old job; her old life and go with whoever made this film.

Phaedra recognised Melantha from the work ID that had been passed over when her disappearance had been reported. She was a tall, slender woman aged thirty-one. Her hair was dark brown and reached to her shoulders. Like Phaedra herself the woman’s skin was a pale caramel shade and her eyes, a dark chestnut. Her breasts were of an average size and Phaedra imagined that if she was looking for a career in these movies, they would need enlargement. Melantha was dressed in a simple short red dress of a light material that swayed as she moved. She appeared almost unaware of the camera as she stood up from the beige sofa and crossed the dark green carpet to open the door.

Melantha led a tall Skithean into the living room by the hand; rather cute for porn, but Phaedra had the sense that the subscribers to this particular website liked things to seem ‘natural’ even if they had been rehearsed. Melantha kissed the Skithean. He was in a bulky black bomber jacket: typical garb for someone working security. Phaedra was irritated that the focus was on the woman rather than her partner. She hoped, however, that if she watched on, there would be a decent shot of his face and she was sure it would help her get on Melantha’s track even if the male had just been hired in for the day. Such movies were not illegal on Eion in themselves, but too often they were produced and sold by people who were criminals. Anyway, exploitation of any of the ‘actors’; even paying them below the going rate, was enough to get the astynomia investigating their business.

The dialogue was straight forward and then Melantha was stripping off her dress. She had no underwear below and Phaedra realised she should have realised from the prominence of her nipples in the dress. Again Melantha led the Skithean by the hand but this time into the bedroom, the one Phaedra guessed was next door. The bed was large and circular, a bright pink shade with silky covers. The camera switched quickly, but it was still from behind the Skithean male as he removed his jacket and the clinging top beneath it, to reveal his marbled skin tone.

Quickly Melantha was giving out those moans that Phaedra was sure were only heard on films like this. Naked, she got down on to the cream-coloured carpet and tugged at her lover’s boots and then his trousers. She pulled away the skimpy underpants to allow his cock to come free. From what she could see, however, Phaedra imagined that even if Melantha had not been porn-augmented yet, the Skithean had been. The camera was closed in on the vicinity of Melantha’s head. She grasped the russet-coloured cock. Those of Skitheans curved much more than a human one would, but Phaedra knew they could get inside a woman without much difficulty, especially a woman as keen for it as Melantha appeared to be for real. Now Melantha was ringing the head of the cock with her tongue and then stroking the underside before catching it between her lips.

The way she looked up to the male made Phaedra feel that she must be really enthralled to him and his every desire, or that she had been drugged into this state; maybe even hypnotised. Phaedra accelerated the film, guessing she was going to have to watch a lot to catch the male’s face. In addition, from past experience she knew that if she watched too much this film it would too easily fill her thoughts and her dreams. As she had already conceded, women in a position of influence, women who were astynomia, quite liked to lose themselves sexually; let go of the control they had in everyday lives and give it to someone else. That made her a little more prone to being excited by a story like this.

Once the Skithean had ejaculated into Melantha’s mouth and she had slurped the last of his jism, Phaedra slowed the film down once more. Blue caught her eyes and she saw that the Skithean had something on his fingers as he ran them around Melantha’s lips and she chased after them as if they were new cocks for her to pull into her mouth. This was like the stuff Phaedra had found on the pedestal. However, from what she knew already, it had no narcotic properties. Perhaps it needed a catalyst to activate it. Then she thought how devious it would be if the catalyst was Skithean sperm.  Was she seeing a woman being doped as a result of oral sex? Melantha certainly did not seem averse to it. Phaedra told herself that she needed to get samples of the blue stuff for analysis. However, for the moment it appeared to be just another facet to this case, one that she now regretted ever thinking might be a ‘simple’ disappearance.

The scene faded out and it appeared that this first encounter was just one part of the story. The next part began quickly. Melantha was again visited by the unknown Skithean. He was dressed the same as the previous time, but from Melantha’s appearance it looked some time had passed since the last scene as her hair was longer and now styled so that it curled in tendrils. Her dress was dark blue, backless and of a shiny material that clung tighter to her that the red one. This time Phaedra did notice the excited nipples but she was not sure if that was really Melantha’s clitoris also pressing against the material; if it was, she was a lucky woman. Whatever that drove her on, whether it was just her love of the alien or something aided by the blue stuff, it was clear that Phaedra was genuinely into this Skithean in a big way. Soon, Phaedra imagined, she would do anything he asked. That, Phaedra guessed would be the climax of the video, though it looked like from the bar on the website, that she was only about a fifth of the way through.

Phaedra was irritated that she had not been able to see the face of the Skithean. She had only consumed porn as part of her job on a few similar occasions like this. However, she remembered someone in the office saying that while males might like to see a man in a scene, they did not want to feel intimidated by him. She guessed that seeing this one from behind or on the fringes of shots, made it easier for them to envisage themselves in his place. Perhaps, unlike Melantha, he did not want to be recognised. That thought made Phaedra ponder if he was a mainstream actor who had fallen on hard times and was paying the bills doing this; maybe he was a friend of the filmmaker and was ‘acting’ in this piece as a favour.

Rather than go straight into a sex scene, this time the pair sat on the large sofa, facing each other. At first Phaedra sped ahead, but then, as she saw a hologram come from a device in the Skithean’s hand, she rolled it back. A palmtop projector was not something the typical security guard would have: they were used in business, even in education. It suggested that whoever had filmed this video had more money than Phaedra might have imagined. Perhaps she should have realised that from the start, given that they seemed to have got Melantha away from here, perhaps even off Eion, unnoticed.

Tracking back a little, Phaedra got to where the Skithean male had sat down and started speaking.

“’Ela, you did say that you like your male to be in control, didn’t you?”

Melantha grinned broadly. “Sure, you know that’s why I thought you and me, would be good together, Tormekku,” the woman said rather coyly, but quickly raised her eyes; her expression suggested she was recalling all that she had seen of the Skithean before.

Phaedra noted down the male’s name on her own system, but it was one she had heard before for a Skithean. She imagined it was something common like Nikandros or Theron for humans. She restarted the video.

“I think that you want a male to take complete control; make all your decisions for you; make sure that you are a beautiful and sexy female, all day long.”

Melantha did not have to speak in response. The fact that she was rubbing her aroused nipples through the dress and pressing the dress down hard between her thighs; that her breathing was now panting, was all the answer needed. Phaedra wondered if Melantha was really that good an actor, or if, as she was coming to suspect, this whole scene was very much a fantasy Melantha got hot over anyway. Did it suggest she was one of those women who slid into porn because they enjoyed the sex?  They were not common, but Phaedra had heard they existed.

“Do you want that, ’Ela, is that what you need?”

“Yes, yes … yes … please,”  Melantha responded, pressing her breasts against the Skithean’s chest.

“How about if I said that there was a way that you could change - be changed - so that you could be my perfect pet; my slave?”

Melantha’s excitement was clearly rising and Phaedra was certain now that the woman was a natural submissive, someone who got off on being effectively enslaved by another. For most people it would be a sexual role play, but some, she had been taught, would go for it permanently. Had Melantha been carted off to be someone’s slave for real? It brought Phaedra back to her thoughts about the Skithean mercenaries and their harem.

“Yes – is it possible?”

“To those in the know. Have you heard of the Bergarians?”

Melantha nodded, looking eager. “But I thought they were a myth; a story you hear.”

“That’s what we like people to think, but they’re real.”

As if to reinforce his statement, Tormekku raised the palm of his hand and from the small projector came the life-sized image of a Bergarian. Like Melantha, Phaedra believed they were just drawn from stories, but she guessed no matter how realistic what she was watching felt, it was, after all, nothing more than a porn story itself. The Bergarian figure looked just as Phaedra had seen in online encyclopaedias.

The Bergarian shown was a humanoid with bright, light blue skin that was smooth and ageless. Her breasts were ample and her bum was firm but rounded; these features were accentuated by the shiny, clinging latex shorts and bra-top the Bergarian wore. Her hair was a very pale blonde, almost white in tone and reached far down her back. Slightly pointed ears emerged from beneath the hair as she slowly moved, looking like as if she was exploring her body. These features, along with large, clear eyes, reminded Phaedra of an elafi nibbling at the grass in one of the city’s wild parks. She guessed that was the point – compliant, perhaps even timid, and yet overtly sexual, all in one. Though she might not excuse it, Phaedra could easily understand why this was an appearance and a demeanour that subscribers to the website wished more women had.

Now a second hologram appeared and Phaedra saw that it was a replica of Melantha as she now appeared, but moving very much like the Bergarian was. Melantha looked on excitedly and moisture could be seen spreading between her thighs. Phaedra found it difficult to watch the woman knowing that she was becoming so excited. None of this looked fake and Phaedra guessed that was what subscribers treasured. The two holograms stopped moving for a moment. Then the Bergarian stepped in front of the Melantha hologram, facing towards the woman herself. As the ‘real’ image faded leaving the Bergarian one alone, Phaedra noted now how much it looked like Melantha. Of course, she was augmented and blue skinned, but this was clearly a Bergarian version of the woman on the sofa.  Then a pointed tail sneaked out from behind the Bergarian; snaked between her legs and then swept from side-to-side. It was all effects, Phaedra knew, but the hologram made it look incredibly real.

“Yes, yes, please, please, please make into a Bergarian,” Melantha begged, falling to her knees on the floor at Tormekku’s feet.

“Of course, you’ll just be perfect, but to make it, you have to be loyal; obey every command to the letter.”

“I will, I will. Just let me be like her.”

There was a light chuckle from the Skithean. “That’s not ‘her’: it’s the future you.”

Melantha let out a long moan at that, pushing her head hard against Tormekku’s crotch.

“No, not today,” the Skithean responded. “Today I fuck you as a toy.”

With his strong arms Tormekku lifted Melantha right up. He carried her to the wall. Phaedra just caught a glimpse of his profile, but it was probably too blurred to be much use for her purposes. It was beginning to look like she would have to identify the Skithean from how his cock looked. He pressed Melantha against the wall and, holding her there, off the ground, freed that cock. He pushed up her sodden dress and slid it quickly into her. Melantha seemed to have lost speech and was quickly grunting and moaning with every upward thrust. Then Tormekku held Melantha a little higher, dipping the head of his cock inside her before letting her slide back down the full length of it to trigger a shriek of pleasure from her. Phaedra guessed the male was getting satisfaction from this as well, but it was far less clear.

As before, the scene finally faded. Quickly, however, the next strand of the story began. This time Melantha was lying on the sofa.  The sexiness of her clothes had stepped up a level as she was now in black leather hotpants and a matching bra top; she had on long soft, black suede boots. The Skithean simply walked right into the room as if he now had free access to this apartment. Melantha simpered and then slowly, but as if unable to resist, began to come up on to her knees, turning so she was side-on to the camera. Then she lowered herself to the ground and crawled on all fours over to her lover. He remained standing, meaning that, as the camera focused on the woman, even the side of his head was now out of shot. As she reached him, Tormekku gently pressed back Melantha’s head so she was kneeling again.

“Good,” he said softly as if praising a bitch he was training. “Now, while I’m not here, I don’t want you getting distracted. There’s something to keep you focused.”

This was a strange turn to events, Phaedra reflected; something outside the usual run of porn storylines. She saw the lower half of Tormekku as he cleared a space in the centre of the living room, getting it to look more how the astynomion had seen it when she had come through. Soon he was putting the stand Phaedra had seen, in place.  Then, on top of that, he placed a statue that Phaedra guessed would remind Melantha of this Skithean.  It was like a broad rod coming to a head. Perhaps it resembled a form of fungus; but Phaedra guessed that it was meant to be phallic. However, unlike with a penis, it looked to be uniform on each side. It had a deep rich colour run through with veins of an even darker shade, patterns and colours to match Tormekku’s skin. Was it a wood; or was it stone? More likely, Phaedra felt, it was simply made from 3D printer resin.

For a moment, the Skithean stood behind the sculpture, with his hands cupped around it.  Phaedra watched as Melantha’s attention was caught by it, then the woman became increasingly entranced.

“Good,” Tormekku repeated. “Now, abase yourself to this just as you would if I was here; me, it, are the centre of your world. So that you know you will be my perfect pet. Do you understand?”

Melantha nodded slowly.

“Show it, every day, what you would like - what need - to be doing with me; for me. Come: begin and I will see how good you are. If you’re very good, then you will soon be down that road to being a Bergarian and that is something you really want, isn’t it? Now, begin.”

Melantha again crawled on her hands and knees towards the stand and then knelt up, rubbing her hard nipples and grasping her firm breasts with one hand, before pushing the other down to her hotpants. They opened easily and soon her fingers were inside.  Melantha was breathless, but rather than close her eyes as Phaedra would have expected, she kept her gaze fixed on the rod sculpture. As she got increasingly excited by jilling herself, the Skithean returned and handed her down a shiny black dildo, appearing to resemble his curved cock. Melantha dropped her head to the floor, though kneeling up so with one hand she could thrust the dildo in and out, moaning loudly as she did.

This appeared to please the Skithean and now apparently naked, he took up the position behind Melantha so that he could fuck her doggy style. Phaedra guessed she should not be surprised: it was the most dominant way anyone could sex a woman. Phaedra accelerated the action, not needing to find herself being turned on by what she was watching. Then she realised that she had skipped to the next part of the story. It showed Melantha coming home in work clothes but stripping off quickly, bowing down in front of the statue and toying with herself as she had that first time. Soon she was using the dildo on herself, calling out Tormekku’s name as she did, as if he was the god she had to worship with both mind and body.

Though back at normal speed, the video moved into a montage and Phaedra realised she was watching the woman over a number of days. Whether this was real time passing or just acted out for the video, at present she could not tell. However, the woman did seem to be changing in the way that Tormekku had promised. Streaks of white-blonde began to run through her long hair and her eyebrows began to change colour too.  Her nails looked to be being painted increasingly blue. Her skin had a blue tinge too, though that quickly disappeared from her face beneath make-up while it became more apparent on her naked body, visble between the tight shiny latex clothes she now changed into before starting her ‘worship’.  Her work clothes too appeared to becoming sexier and by the time the montage slowed, she was coming home in a tight-fitting leather bustier and skirt and very high-heeled patent ankle boots. Phaedra guessed this transformation was all part of the thrill for the Xenex website subscribers.

This time, however, Tormekku was waiting for Melantha’s entry. She gasped and simpered as she saw him, then bowed her head in obeisance. By this stage, all of her hair was the white-blonde shade and her nails were permanently as blue as those of the hologrammed Bergarian.

“You’ve gone very well, Mylah.”

Tormekku’s voice sound patronising but pleased. Phaedra guessed that ‘Mylah’ was the pet name for whatever Melantha was supposed to be becoming. As the woman stripped off her leather jacket, Phaedra realised how much her breasts had grown. She noted this on her own system because it suggested that, unless this was all post-production effects, the woman had actually been sent for augmentation and there would be a record of that somewhere in the city’s clinics’ systems. Her bum too, Phaedra noted now, was more rounded. 

Phaedra paused the video when she caught sight of the bulge at the top of Melantha’s leather skirt, so tight it was almost restrictive. Had the woman actually had a tail implanted? That was taking things well beyond what Phaedra would have expected. It was apparent that whoever made this film had found a woman who had the precise fetish that his viewers wanted and was willing to go that far with it that she would be physically modified. Of course, Phaedra conceded, money and/or narcotics or simple infatuation with this Skithean and what he wanted, might encourage such decisions.

Phaedra resumed the video and watched as gently the Skithean reached out for Melantha and began to rub the concealer away from her face. In moments he had revealed that in fact the skin on her face was already the bright blue of the Bergarian; her full lips, that darker shade that matched her nails. It was apparent that Melantha had concealed the changes from those she worked with. Phaedra stopped to remind herself this was a story and the changes to the woman were make-up or effects; probably a mixture of both. Tormekku swept back Melantha’s long pale blonde hair to reveal that her ears were as pointed as those of a Bergarian.

“You’re trying to hold back, aren’t you Mylah? But you’ve been so good, so devoted, that there’s no turning back now. Admit it and I will let you be what you really need to be – a sexual pet; my pet, locked to me in mind and body; my perfect Bergarian.”

For a moment Melantha looked up a little defiant. “I … I don’t know,” her words came a little mumbled as if her mouth was full, “I feel so … so … good, so sexy, but …”

“You’re still clinging on to that bit of you which is still human, right? You’re past that, Mylah; you’re nothing more now than a Bergarian.”

Tormekku pulled up Melantha’s skirt, exposing blue-skinned thighs below before they slid into dark hold-up stockings. She was turned slightly to reveal that her pussy was smooth and wet, strangely alien now it matched the colour her skin had become. Her clitoris was prominent and slowly, the strong thumb of the Skithean nudged against it, eliciting a long moan from Melantha.

“Now, tell me what you are; what you truly are.”

Melantha’s mouth opened and her long tongue came from it. Phaedra was rather startled with the thought that if it too was truly modified, then this woman had gone right into this transformation. It looked like Melantha was trying to form words, but then what came from her was a purr, a moan and clicking sounds of an alien language. She seemed startled, concerned, but then keeping her clit busy with his thumb, the Skithean slipped a couple of fingers inside her wet sex. Melantha gasped and then made more long purring sounds as if she had lost the power of complex speech and now could only respond how a pet would. Tormekku reached behind her and in moments the woman’s tail was released. She moaned aloud her pleasure and it was apparent to Phaedra that the story was suggesting she was satisfied with the transformation.

Tormekku stood back and Melantha, or was she now truly Mylah, stripped off her clothes. She went down as she had done on the numerous occasions in front of the statue but this time her master was there for real. His cock glistened and as he knelt behind her, it arced into her proffered pussy. Mylah gasped and groaned, apparently begging in this alien language to have him deep in her. Her heavy but firm breasts grazed the floor, their nipples seemingly unnaturally large. Her master looked to come quickly, but Phaedra guessed that the ‘money shot’ for the Xenex audience was that she orgasmed soon after, but, of course, as a blue-skinned, big-busted Bergarian, rather than as the woman she had been at the start.

The rest of the video was moved to the bedroom where Mylah rode her master’s cock as he lay back with it standing proud. Again the camera angle meant that it was the female’s body which obscured his face from those watching. Then it zoomed in tight on her as sucked Tormekku’s cock as if it was something she did every day. Phaedra had heard that Skitheans had impressive sexual stamina and if this video was in any way true, they re-hardened quickly after an orgasm. It looked as if the sexually fine-tuned body of a Bergarian was perfect for their needs.

The final scene saw Mylah being pulled into latex shorts that stretched tight across her ample bum and into a halter top that similarly clung to her breasts. Her nipples and her pussy were visible through the taut rubber of each.  Then she was into thigh-length boots that glistened in the light. She presented herself to her master and he reached to attach a collar at her throat.  A ring hung from the front and to this was attached a leash. As the collar locked and the leash was added, Mylah let out more of her alien purrs; she had not said any human words since the scene in the living room. Finally a large padded ankle-length coat of a shiny black material was put on to Mylah; the Skithean raised the hood, concealing the blue female below, no doubt from any security cameras which might have caught her progress through Locris.

“Come, your new life awaits,” Tormekku said and led Mylah by her leash.

There was a brief pause as he collected his statue from the living room and Mylah watched it as if it held her attention. Then she was led from the apartment and the credits began to roll.  Phaedra made note of the various names. She imagined they would all be false, but still they might provide some leads. As she stood from the chair, Phaedra realised how much she had been turned on by what she had watched. Phaedra guessed that, though she would have never thought that she had a Xenex fetish, she had still watched a porn film and one in which the woman was getting a lot of pleasure. Could she see herself in Melantha’s position? Phaedra shook her head trying to clear it. Such thoughts were unprofessional and would get in the way of the investigation.

Phaedra walked back into the living room and then into the bedroom. The bed looked as it had done at the end of the film. The astynomion found it difficult to envisage this as a real place; to her it now seemed like a film set and one that had been abandoned. Or was another woman, ready to appear in ‘Made Bergarian #18’ going to be moved in here? Phaedra knew she would have to check who owned what.  That ambivalence appeared to be at the heart of this case.  Phaedra could not believe that a human woman could be transformed into a mythical Bergarian. It had to be effects. However, it had been done so well, that in part, Phaedra found it difficult to believe that it had not been real. Finding two tiny cameras embedded in the walls of the bedroom added to that sense, as if Melantha had not even been aware that she had been being filmed. Phaedra saw this as further evidence that the realistic approach simply added to the frisson of the subscribers to this kind of fantastical story.

Putting latex gloves on so as not to contaminate any DNA traces, Phaedra drew back the mirrored wardrobe. It exposed a collection of erotic clothing some of which, perhaps unsurprisingly, matched the clothes she had witnessed Melantha wear in the video.  Yet there were other items she had not seen. Of course, the video would have been edited down; if nothing else, the montage section showed that. However, it seemed odd that the filmmakers would leave all these costumes behind. That was, unless they were making such ridiculous amounts of money as not to care.

Again, Phaedra was confused by how much of this was real and how much film-making artifice. She guessed she had to get back to the point that, whatever the truth, a woman was missing. However, perhaps they should be looking for one leaving a spaceport in blue make-up, pretending that she could only speak a rare alien language. Thinking that, Phaedra began to consider: if that had happened with Melantha, what about the other sixteen women? She would have to check if there were other similar previous reports. This certainly looked like one of those cases that, from one tiny shoot, would grow into a thicket.

Phaedra found herself running her fingers over the leather and latex clothes, thinking about taking some items down. They would, after all, count as evidence. Yet, she felt an urge not to let anyone take them and then madly, that she should try some on. She had never seen herself in a leather bustier, let alone shiny black, thigh-length boots. How would they make her look; how would they make her feel  Phaedra felt her arousal peaking again. As she found herself slipping off her jacket and struggling to resist removing the blouse below, she thought how she could report on this case. Melantha was gone that was for sure, but the only evidence she had so far was that the woman had left of her own accord. Yes, perhaps playing some exotic, delicious, exciting, thrilling sexual game, but as a willing slave, as a pet. It all looked consensual. Of course, Phaedra told herself might need to come back here, probably on more than one occasion, to check things out.

These thoughts had been filling Phaedra’s mind to such an extent that she had barely noticed herself moving, but now she found herself on the floor of the living room, her shirt open, her bra freed, her flies down and her fingers pressing insistently against her wet panties. As she raised her head to look the pedestal, she felt that something essential was missing. Yet, that sense, that yearning, told her that everything she had witnessed on the video was true. Considering what that meant for her own future, now that she was aware of this secret, her body suppressed any of her mind’s concerns and insisted that it would be wonderful. Phaedra bowed her head, clearly envisaging the statue there and slipped her fingers into her wet pussy.

THE END.