EXTRACT FOR
Sanoon's Greatest Adventure
(Author Unknown)

  They finally pinned me out like an insect caught in a web, and all my various bits were examined at leisure by a succession of well dressed Hoors.  I was only used to meeting their kind dressed in field fatigues out on some planet in the process of being subdued and harvested, so it was strange to see Hoors in mufti, even if they all carried a well-used prod at their side.

  On most of the occasions I've had to endure similar inspections (And there have been a few.) my spirits have always been buoyed by the sure knowledge that my looks far outweighed what my inquisitors brought to the situation.  Nudity after all is just a state of mind.  Of course this was my first visit to Hoor and it was an altogether more intimidating experience. 

  I had been expertly spread-eagled across a circular frame obviously made and well-used for such occasions.  I say pinned because that's exactly how it was.  Long metal studs had been driven through the flesh of my hands and feet literally nailing me into position.  It might sound a painful process to have to undergo, but I can't recall any discomfort or blood.  Maybe that had something to do with the needle they administered to me just before the procedure began.  Now that did hurt as it was forced into my mouth, piercing my tongue and impaling it to the roof of my mouth.  I was injected with something which must have dulled my senses as well as rendering me incapable of speaking, something I discovered when I attempted to curse the first Hoor who took hold of my tits.

  At least nobody had yet used a prod on me, which was somewhat odd as this was the home of the dreaded device.  While several Hoors, both male and female, came and went during the first few hours I was on display, they only seemed to give me a cursory once-over before departing.  Not a word was spoken to me the entire time, which was a bit unnerving, but I was hardly in the right mood for some chit-chat.  

  As to be expected, my genitals were the main point of interest, although my tits and ass got their share of appraisals. At one point a busty female Hoor hefted my breasts in her obviously experienced hands and made some murmuring sounds before dropping down to give my crack the benefit of her opinion.  Her dark blue tunic was cut low enough to give me a pretty good idea of her entire breastscape, and it reminded me just how good looking a young, fit and well-fed Hoor could be.  It was a pity they were such bitches. I could tell by the look on her face that she'd rather be introducing me to her favorite prod than feeling me up.

  During a lull in proceedings I had a visit from a reed-thin Lillian female.  She was naked apart from a low-slung pair of filmy panties which would have exposed her pubic tuft if she had been the hairy type.  Most Lillians are either naturally smooth-skinned or else work hard at keeping things that way, and this particular female's crested skull gleamed and reflected the lights aimed at me from above. She sported two small but perfectly round breasts capped with tiny dark nipples with no sign of any surrounding darker tissue. Her belly was smooth, with a deep navel an impossibly great distance above the top of her panties.  The incredible thing however was that she immediately began to wash me with a cloth she carried in her right hand