Ofisa and her bike pulled over by the decrepit stone toll-booth staffed by a less-than happy-looking shark dressed in a striped polo-shirt along with a backwards striped cap with blonde locks of hair being visible undeneath. As much as she tried to swallow it the memories of what that other shark didstill filled her mind with dread and discomfort, which made her want to get away from the toll as soon as possible.

„Welcome to Dis, pay the toll or stay the fuck out." The toll-man said in a bored, disinterested tone. Not wanting to be here any longer than she has to she reached into her pockets and pulled the 2 credits required for the toll and promptly slammed them onto the decrepit booth's counter. Surprisingly cheap or heavily deflated economy? Who knows?

With a displeased sigh the shark-man pushed a button and the toll-gate raised upward, leaving Ofisa free to enter, which she did with great haste. When she entered the city she was greeted with somewhat of an ugly sight. To her left was a moderately sized pile of garbage, used condoms and what she could swear to be a body bag. To her right were a man and a woman in an alley-way, the man hitting her with a meat-tenderiser while the woman screamed with masochist glee.

Slightly further from the garbage pile two armadillo police-men, dressed in leather-y yet alien looking armor, their helmets open-faced with back-ends ending in cone-like protrusions. They were seen whispering to one another. She couldnt hear what they were saying but the lips made it seem like he was saying „Cant wait to rape that bitch."

„Fuck." She thought to herself. Women didnt appear to be held in high regard in this city and she could swear she just saw a guy get exploded from a skyscraper way off in the distance. The sooner she started moving, the better. As her bike began to roll forward slowly and her head turned back to the road she noticed the bikes glove compartment and accordingly, opened it with her left hand. Inside she found another key which she quickly snatched. Of note on the key was the tag attached to its key-ring, describing what appeared to be an adress.

If that was the case then that would be her next stop. Stuffing the house keys into her jacket's left pocket she ramped up the bike's acceleration with her other hand then after the pocketing was done, placed both hands on the bike handles and set out toward the adress on the tag.

The ride to the apartments was anything but calm and it made her glad she got herself a bike. As she rode across the streets she narrowly avoided a group of gangers, a minefield layed out on the road and an old man throwing walnuts from the roof of a skyscraper. But with a combination of speed and driving on the side-walk she survived and with winded breath, finally arrived at the apartment complex. The morning commute in Dis was certainly a thing to say the least.

After stepping off the bike and punching the bike remote's scanner to the point of non-functionality she stepped into the complex and pulled out the house keys from her jacket, allthewhile looking left and right incase someone tried to cop a feel or a shank. Second floor, apartment four, had a neat rhyme to it.

With paranoid eye-shifting she began to make her way up, even getting to eavesdrop the rest on the rest of the tennants. AHighlight from the first floor was a room with a guy going „Luht muh tuch yor toch mah buch" followed by another man ecstacilly yowling „Oh yes! Make my asshole fall out!" allthewhile ever-comforting slapping noises played from behind the door.

Not wanting to be reminded of her encounter with the shark she began to sprint up the decrepit stone staircase, tuning out the other tenants routines until she finally arrived at fourth room on the second floor. What she saw was kinda sad. A skinny green lizardman lying on the floor, naked and a steel collar around his neck, his eyes showing the glassy and spaced out look of someone drugged out of their fucking mind.

One didnt have to be a rocket scientist to know that the young reptilian was the shark's property, dry semen staining his lower back serving as the proof. Ofisa wondered what to do with him, maybe some kind of detox solution lied in the apartment. Absolutely no to time to waste she plugged the apartment keys in and placed her head against the wooden door, rattling could be heard. She leaned against the wall to the door's right and with caution, unlocked the door.

Something, mostly likely a repressed memory, was telling her what was behind that door, and the angle that what was gonna leap out. So she turned the gold finish knob and flung it open only for a hound, a furless four-legged beast with beady, black eyes and rows of razor teeth on its long, skinned horse-like snout to leap out of the doorway. As fast as the hound was and as deadly as his teeth appeared he still didnt have the strength of a Stregon.

Hastily she took advantage of the beast lunging head-first into the wall and ran toward it, grabbing its hind-legs and hoisting it up at a safe distance while it continued to thrash rabidly in a vain attempt to bite off her tits. Ofisa only sighed and began to forcefully slam the creature repeatedly against the wall. It wasnt soon until the hound's barks were reduced to dying wimpers, a mixture of bone fragments, blood and cracks littered the walls and that couple on the first floor could still be heard having sex.

And so, as the attack dog was on its last limbs Ofisa ceased the slam and began to yank her strong arms in opposite directions. Within less than five seconds the hound was torn, vertically, in half. Its organs and equally halved spine drooped down onto the floor. Now the question was...who is going to clean that up?

Answers to said questions had to wait though as she had a slave to liberate. Dropping the ripped remains of dog she bolted into the apartment. It was not that bad of a place actually. As soon as she entered she was greeted by a flat-screen teev to her left across from which were a nice wooden coffee table and a dark red, leather couch. Further left from the TV was the bedroom, where many non-consensual acts took place; And further up from it was a large, white comm-puter. While to the right, in the same room was a kitchen and only slightly further up was the bathroom, which was not in the same room.

Using her vast knowledge of restrooms she concluded that the detox solution was in the bathroom's medicine cabinet and ran towards there. After that grand journey which lasted all of five seconds she approached the medicine cabinet and opened it. After sifting through several bags of coke, unused hypodermic needles and a hand-cannon she couldnt use due to the explodey-lock thing she finally found a detox solution that rested neatly in an IV bag, hose attached!

Grabbing the bag she bolted to where the lizardman was lying down and knelt over his ravaged and doped, especially doped body. Thanks to modern medical science she didnt even have to prick the guy before jamming the drip into his veins. Just let it get hypo-d through the skin and voila! Instant,bloodless detox.

As the last of the drugs from his system subsided and his glassy gaze turned less glassy, his expression slowly dilated and turned to horror as he looked around himself, seeing himself in a decrepit apartment complex with mutilated dog to his right and a very menacing looking alien female staring right at him.

„W-who are you?" He stuttered out frightfully, gagging at the scent of the dog's disemboweled entrails as his eyes wandered, not wanting to stare at the female alien's distended and demented eyes any longer than he would have to.

„Relax, pal." Ofisa responded. The young lizard was more then slightly pertubed by the person, if he can call it that, in front of him. Both from the fact that she was menacing-looking and telling him to relax in a decrepit enviroment that definately wasnt his home, and the fact that she didnt mind the presence of a dead, maimed and rotten dog in the same room.

Slowly realising that the young lizard wasnt accustomed to violence and unpleasentry as her, Ofisa asked him „Would you like to come inside?" Before he could question her proposition she added „Dont worry, Im saving you here, this is not a trap, I am not enslaving you nor will I touch you inappropriately." Only confused blinks came from him in response.

A mere sigh came out of Ofisas fanged mouth and she calmly began to explain.

"Look. Ive lost my memory, narrowly avoided becoming a sex slave to the same shark that chained you to a wall, did wheelies on the sidewalk because someone planted a minefield directly in the middle of the road and now youre having trouble trusting me so please, I am as much as a victim as you are."

„Uh....okay but could you get me out oft his chain then?"

„Sure." Keeping her gaze focused on the youthful reptile she gripped the metal collar and began to pull it both left and right, her massive strength distending it to the point of it being able to be removed without the need to unlock it first and so, yanked the restraint off his head.

A faint smile formed on Ofisas face as the collar had slid off then spoke. „Now...lets get you some pants."

Meekly looking down then looking back at the alien woman, the lizard nodded and slowly began to rise up. Without a word Ofisa merely turned herself back to the apartment door, shooting one final glance at the lizard and asking. „Need any help walking?"

„No, Im...fine. Also, dont tell me that wet feeling in my butt is what I think it is."

„Okay I wont."

And so an hour passed after the two entered the aparment. The two sat on the large couch and exchanged their stories and what led them to Dis. The lizard it seems, whos name was Bendrick and who was now dressed in a black jumpsuit with orange strippes stretching horizontally across it, explained to her that he comes from a rich Luxury World and was on his private school's fieldtrip to another system when a group of space pirates attacked. Most of the stuff that happened after, aside from the tsunami's of profanity coming from the pirates and him being injected with something before his blurry haze, had been forgotten.

„Ive never heard such colorful and unique versions of the word „fuck" before." Said Bendrick.

„I think wel be hearing a lot more before were out ft his." Addef Ofisa.

Bendrick only nodded and a brief silence fell over the living room, only for it to be ended by Ofis

„Im gonna take a shower." Said Ofisa. „Need to get whatever reeks of that scav out of me."

And so she he stepped off the couch and walked off into the bathroom, shedding her jacket along the way and flinging it on the nearby sink. After the rest of her clothes came off she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her gaze was haunting, piercing, distant. Completely unlike the warm, if scared eyes of Bendrick.

It was a stark contrast to the rest of her body, which was large and muscled in all the right places. Though as she stared at her big-breasts she wondered what parts of her were real and which surgically implanted, or if she was just that lucky in the genetics lottery. But that didnt matter right now, she had a shower to take.

As she stepped near the shower she look cautiously at the temperature, which she then set to blazing hot out of habit. Flicking the shower on, hot water came about and she stepped in. Minutes went by as she just stood there, staring at the shower head in cold, detached contemplation while the searing water bathed her green skin.

But suddenly, the sound of aparment doors breaking rang out from the living room and she bolted out of the still-on shower to see Bendrick get shot by a massive round, gasping out his last breath's as his chest it torn open, bits of his organs, blood and ribcage lying mixed with the blown open couch stuffing behind him. But before she could rush to help him an equally huge assault rifle barrel pressed against her.

„Now now bitch, get back in your bathroom." Spoke the wielder, who she recognized as one of the police officer when she entered the city. The other policeman was there aswell, though there was also a third figure, larger than either her or the policemen. A bizzare mixture of pirahnha and rhinoceros. Fins on his underarms and back, a huge smoldering handcannon in his right hand and what seems to be a perma-grin with teeth so long and pointy that he could litterally eat parts of the building if he wanted to.

„What should I do with her boss?" Said the rifle-wielding pig like he couldnt wait to start torturing, raping and slowly killing this bitch.

Ofisa kept her cool though, looking for a way to escape her predicament with her brain, and the rest of her head, in-tact.

„Leave her, I want to have a chat first." Said the pirahnoceros and walked over to her with ground-shaking and loud thumps, speaking in an odd mixture of beastial growling and class. „Well madam..." All of a sudden he swung his pistol and slummed the butt of it directly into Ofisas face. Teeth were sent careening down her throat, blood beginning to ooze where they once stood. The pistol-whipping continued for several minutes on different parts of her body, her pained screams a fine melody to the giant man. The hybrid even coming close to sodomizing her with the massive gun, only stopping because he would like to save the best for last.

He leaned over the battered and bleeding Ofisa, his toothy maw inches away from her. „Did you really think you could kill one of our best slavers and get I away with it?" He asked right before spitting in her black-eye ridden face. Several chunks of his past lunch hit her face too.

„Remember this before my men have their way with you...." Leaning further to whisper into her ear „You are a worthless bitch to be used. Nothing more." Suddenly the sound of ripping flesh and stregon screams echoed through the apartment as the man ripped her ear clean off with his teet, his head leaning away while his men forced Ofisa to watch her ear get swallowed whole by the giant.

A faint stutter came from Ofisa „F-f-f..."

Chuckling demonically he leaned into her face once more and asked. „What is it, whore?"

„FUCK YOU!" Quickly she lunged to the man's right only to turn, grabbing the protrusions on the back of his bone armor while in a panic the men opened fire, mincing the man's head byeond any and all recognition. Before they could adjust their aim the stregoness lunged in the direction of the broken open door, sprinting her way on four limbs out of the wretched apartment and down the stairs, never looking back, never stopping. Finally she made it to the entrance of the complex. Hearing the footsteps of the two cops she quickly surveyed her area for any and all escape routes.

As he painstakingly limped her way to the nearby alley a black race car with windows down sped to and stopped on the sidewalk next to her. Inside was a male Stregon, his skin a dark green.

„COME ON! GET INSIDE!" He shouted. Not out of sadistic glee, but out of legitimate concern. Seeing no other option Ofisa mustered her strength and ran as much as she could to the car and leaping into its open window and landing in the passenger seat, her savior helping her to get in then quickly storming into the city and away from that hellish apartment.

Shakily she stood up, using the fellow Stregon's left leg, which was exposed, as a crutch.

„Th-„ Before she could thank him a loud hacking cough escaped from her mouth, drops of blood along with a stray tooth hitting the man's lap.

„Easy! Easy now! Its over! Said the fellow greenskin as he tried to calm her

Slowly her hyperventilating breath's slowed down and she pulled back, sitting down on the passengers seat.

"Holy shit..." She whispered, gazing at the roof the car.

"Its okay now. Its over...come on, Il take you to some place safe.

"Define "safe"

"Dont worry, I am not gonna screw you over. You got my word on that. Names Racer by the way."

"Names....Il tell you later." AFter this she only exhalled exhaustedly and slumped further down in the seat.

TO BE CONTINUED