The Entrepreneur of Sector 13
 
  A robot with her name on a card was waiting for Kahlee at the spaceport. Kahlee walked over to the droid and handed it her single suitcase and followed the machine to a waiting private transport. The black vehicle hovered with the door open, and the cavity beyond was shrouded in inky blackness by a vision distortion field. It looked like she was being invited to step into the void of space.
 
  Taking a deep breath, Kahlee entered the vehicle and sat down in the extravagant interior that revealed itself as she passed through the field. She heard a dull thump as her luggage was loaded and the door closed, then the vehicle was moving. Though the ride was smooth, Kahlee's heart was thumping as if she was riding an amusement park attraction. She could still hardly believe she had worked up the courage to finally do this.
 
  "Having second thoughts?" A voice said through the vehicle's speakers.
 
  "No... I still want to do this!" Kahlee said, setting her jaw into what she hoped looked more like resolve than rising panic.
 
  "Curious. May I ask why?" Said the voice from wherever the transmission was beamed from on the gigantic colony floating through space.
 
  "Everyone else just seems content to learn all that they need to know to go to a boring, meaningless job and work at nothing till they grow old and die. I don't want that. I want more out of this one life I get! I want to feel excitement and pleasure the likes of which those drones out there could never even parse! That's why I'm doing this." Kahlee said feeling her resolve actually return and harden as her reason left her head and became real.
 
  "There are other ways to be pleasured." Said the voice.
 
  "Leave those to the drones. I want to burn brightly, and end spectacularly. It's not enough to flicker like a candle before being blown out and safely tucked away for another day. I won't slowly waste my chances to feel alive like that." Kahlee said.
 
  "As I said, curious. Advantageous to my interests, but still curious." Gas began to seep into the compartment and Kahlee began to feel drowsy. "The gas is a precaution. There may be very few laws in this particular sector but law enforcement from your home sector may deem it worth the risk to follow you here or interrogate you as to my location. You shall awake when you have reached your destination..." The voice may have said more but Kahlee was already out.
 
  Awakening slowly, Kahlee peered around a small room. The furnishings were extremely sparse as was any decoration. Steel gray walls, the folding cot she lay upon, a table and a mirror. Sitting up slowly, she noticed that she didn't feel the least bit groggy. Instead she felt brand new, refreshed and ready to put on the ultimate show. Her clothes had changed. The school uniform she had walked in with had been replaced by a simple hospital gown.
 
  "Welcome back." Said the voice, again coming through speakers and not showing itself. "Take your time getting up. You may not feel after effects from the gas, but there is no point in taking chances. You may notice that we took the liberty of removing your garments and applying the proper cosmetics from head to toe. All that is left is for you to select your options and proceed to the auction." On the table a range of icons began to glow. Kahlee walked forward carefully, but felt better than she could ever remember.
 
  "Choose at least three of the options below. Explanations for each are included. Once you have selected and confirmed one of the options it cannot be removed." Kahlee looked down at the screen filled with graphic depictions of possible outcomes of the auction. Most were simple to figure out from their icons, others Kahlee read the descriptions of with widening eyes and quickening pulse. Using trembling fingers she reached out and chose five possible fates. A simple diagram of intercourse with a clearly inhuman silhouette, a tentacle, a drill, a lightning bolt, and a fork and knife. "Curious choices." Remarked the voice.
 
  "Disrobe in this room. You will enter the next room nude and introduce yourself to the bidders. Maintain a cheerful expression and encourage higher bids. You will be able to see the bids and chat functions but the nature and faces of the bidders will be hidden so as not to discourage your expression once begun. Do you have any questions?"
 
  Kahlee nervously shook her head no. The voice remained silent as Kahlee sat alone with her thoughts and undressed with shaky hands. She was really doing it! Beyond that next door she would be bargained for and the pleasure of her flesh would be fought over. After that... A shudder of aroused excitement ran down Kahlee's spine. The gown slipped to the floor and Kahlee paused to look at herself in the mirror. They had done a good job with the cosmetics. She couldn't remember looking this good ever in her entire life! Her shoulder length, black hair shone brilliantly, and her blue eyes seemed to glow within her face as she stared at herself. Her skin was creamy and soft looking and her pink nipples stood on end as she watched her chest heave. Watching her own body move with the rhythm of life was amazing her in a way she never expected her own flesh to be able.
 
  Turning, she strode purposefully through the door into the next room. This room was even less ornate than the first. In the darkness, she could see camera lenses and other equipment hidden and ready for use. For her, there was a simple metal folding chair in the center of a spotlight. A screen hovered in front of the chair, excited viewers already typing furiously in all languages at her appearance. Kahlee walked up to the chair and gave a little curtsey as she introduced herself to the unknown viewers across the galaxy.
 
  "Hello, my name is Kahlee, and today I'll be putting my body up for auction. Please enjoy the show, even if you don't win!" With that she sat down and watched the screen as responses flowed in.
 
  'We don't care bitch! Let's start before my dicks go limp.' Typed one viewer. Kahlee had expected this. She hadn't expected that it would make her more excited though.
 
  'Nice to meeet you Kaylii. I looking forward to see what happen to you!!1 :D' Typed another. This guy was just here to fap whatever passed for a dick amongst his species. Or was it a female maybe? It was hard to tell, and they were annoyingly illiterate either way.
 
  'That is some fine human flesh! Now I wish I had payed for the VIP priveledges.' Typed some other far flung citizen of the galaxy. Kahlee shuddered, but not entirely with fear. Human meat was considered a delicacy in many parts of the galaxy. She had left the option to be eaten alive on the options but the devouring would be done by a trained creature that would draw the experience out for the viewers.
 
  "As all of you know the format for this auction is highest bidder at the end will be allowed to choose from among the options for the performance that our subject has indicated she is willing to perform. Minimum bid is 20,000 Futans, all bids must increase by at least 1,000 Futans and all bids must be in Futan currency, pre-exchanged by the purchaser. Maximum time between bids shall be five minutes and then a winner shall be proclaimed. You may now begin."
 
  Kahlee had worried about this part. What if no one bid? What would she do if no one in the galaxy wanted to see her do this? The bid reached 30,000 Futans in four increments, making Kahlee feel a little stupid for worrying. Of course, people would pay to watch a human go through with this. There might even be other humans bidding along with the aliens to get their fix of exotic excitement. Kahlee, for her part, was the object of their desire and watched the incoming bids and statements with rising excitement.
 
  '35,000 for intra-species!' Came one bid.
 
  '37,000 to zap the little whore!' Another one chimed in. As the bids flowed, the excitement of people paying so much money for her became overwhelmingly exciting. Even though she was terrified of what was coming next, she knew she had a huge smile on her face as she squirmed as bids poured in. Eventually she couldn't hold back and began to finger herself vigorously. The bidding seemed to catch fire then, rapidly passing 60,000. Watching the rich denizens of the galaxy squabble over her fate made her feel immense. She was getting what she wanted, she was important, 80,000 Futans of importance at the last bid! Her flesh was trading at the same rate as the most precious gemstones! As Kahlee began to get more excited, the price rose rapidly. Soon only two were left.
 
  '130,000 to see her feed the beast!' The user labeled 'Haba' submitted. The timer began. Three minutes of complete silence in the chat as Kahlee vigorously rubbed herself. She didn't dare climax, the best was yet to come. Holding out as the timer passed the four minute mark she increased her tempo, nevertheless. Gritting her teeth in a desperate combination of smile and grimace, she watched the timer click down to ten seconds left.
 
  '150,000 for the tentacle. This will be my final bid. Haba, it's to you now.' The user named Ivel typed. Somehow conveying his calm assuredness that Haba would not take the initiative. Kahlee's legs clenched together as she saw the words. Somehow she knew that her fate was just decided. Before five minutes could pass Haba came back.
 
  'I concede. I will bid no further.' The chat exploded with anticipation and regrets at Kahlee's decided fate. The timer clicked towards the five minute limit as text poured in.
 
  'Yay! I enjoy watching yu taek tentcle Kaylii!!!1 :3'
 
  'Man! I wanted to see me some vore! Oh well, tentacles are hot too.'
 
  'Enjoy your sushi enema you little cunt! I'm going to enjoy watching that alien wreck you!'
 
  Abruptly the chat disappeared from Kahlee's view and instructions and a diagram appeared on the screen instead. In the next room Kahlee would find a set of stocks that she was to allow herself to be clamped into. They would keep the creature from strangling her while it raped her. The voice came back.
 
  "Congratulations. That was a princely sum."
 
  "Th-thank you." Kahlee stammered. "It's in the next room? I'm really going to get fucked by a cocktopus?"
 
  "The proper term is 'Termilian Rock Snare.' Furthermore, the 'cocktopus,' as you call it, will actually be performing it's customary predation habit. Apparently, the copulation habits of the creature are quite boring by comparison. Most curious, but I digress. Do not worry, every precaution has been taken to ensure that the creature will be unable to asphyxiate you, as would certainly happen in the wild. You will survive the entire ordeal. Now then..." The door to the next room opened and Kahlee could see the shoulder height restraints that were meant to hold her in place.
 
  With a determined and steady pace that betrayed none of her nervousness, Kahlee walked to the stocks. Small hover cameras followed her every move, and she gave the audience a confident grin as placed her neck and wrists into the restraints. The other half of the stocks closed with theatrical slowness, but Kahlee made no attempt to flee as they dramatically clicked into place and secured her. As the final clasp clamped shut, water began to fill the room. It reached knee height before stopping and settled into a pool of perfect stillness. All the cameras floated to secure poles and mounts within the room, mooring themselves into place for the drama that was soon to follow.
 
  Kahlee's heart thudded against her ribcage as she began to breath in shuddering breaths of anticipation. A loud clang came from under the water and ripples of motion broke the stillness of the pool. Kahlee shrieked in surprise and tried to turn her head to see the creature that had just entered the room to 'predate' upon her as her host had said. The restraint kept her from moving her head and she was only able to use her eyes to follow a subtle ripple that circled around her helpless body.
 
  Whether from the anticipation of what was about to transpire, or from her masturbations earlier, a drop of her arousal fell between her spread legs to touch the surface of the water at her knees.
 
  The pool seemed to surge in Kahlee's direction, and she could not help but scream as the indistinct shape in the water streaked towards her legs. Instinctively, she pulled her feet out of the water as her body engaged natural defense reflexes. Her thighs pressed together and her ankles locked against each other while she hung suspended by her neck and wrists above the water.
 
  Sitting still may have served her better as the disturbance of the water told the tentacles that burst forth in pursuit where to seek. Several of the wavering tendrils swung blindly through the air and fell back to the water, but two touched her on the knee and the opposite ankle and wrapped around with a vice-like grip. More tentacles probed the direction of the other two and wrapped around whatever they could find.
 
  The whole affair took less than a second. Had this happened to Kahlee in the wild she would have been snared and unable to move, helpless against the creature's hunger. Smaller, more delicate tentacles slipped out of slits within the large ones and began to slide themselves along Kahlee's skin. The burning/tickling sensations they made as the thousands of cilium along the tentacles pricked along her flesh made Kahlee moan out loud. Now she had been poisoned as well as snared. Although the dosage could never be enough to kill, the poison always guaranteed a creature in the snare's clutches would die.
 
  Kahlee felt her natural instincts to squirm, struggle and resist fade away as the tendrils explored her body. Soon her legs dropped of their own accord and spread themselves for the tentacles as they probed her groin. Kahlee was moaning with naked arousal at this point, as the poisons in her flooded her system with endorphins and relaxants. Her instincts to resist for survival turned topsy turvy into complete surrender and submission.
 
  Although Kahlee couldn't see it through her eyes closed tight in ecstasy, the crowd watching over the galactic net now saw the cocktopus poke its head and namesake out of the water between Kahlee's spread legs. Having been discovered by humans, the resemblance to a human male's sexual organ was obvious to any species in the galaxy that possessed sight. Unlike a human's penis, the slit opened and closed as it caught drips from Kahlee's quivering groin and followed them upwards. Soon it reached the source and began to make slurping sounds as it sucked up the slickness. Kahlee screamed and her back arched as her first orgasm rocked her body. The cocktopus held on as her body arched backwards, fighting gravity as Kahlee's body writhed in her ecstasy.
 
  She would not get a chance to relax, though, the cocktopus plunged its head into her. Frantic screams poured out of Kahlee as the head buried itself inside of her, more cilia expanded from underneath what would be a human male's glans and raked the insides of her body. Poisons carrying endorphins and sensations of pure pleasure caused Kahlee's body to tense and strain against the tentacles that held her fast. The hypnotic flexing of her muscles was enjoyed by the crowd as they watched the head drive deeper into her vagina.
 
  The head drove further inside, and Kahlee let out a shrill shriek of confused pain and pleasure as the expanded tip violated her womb. Now breathless she twitched and convulsed as the large tentacles outside held her fast, and began to probe her upper body. The tentacles found her breasts and began to knead them as though trying to squeeze out milk. Meanwhile the delicate tendrils located her nipples and pierced them gently, suctioning themselves to her areolas while microscopic cilium invaded the tips and began to feed on her nerves. Cocktopus' had no need of meat or any other part of their prey, and fed exclusively on the nervous system of their victims. Confused by the poisons flowing through her blood, Kahlee's nerves rejoiced as they were gnawed and absorbed within her.
 
  The process would take several hours, and expending the energy to hold large prey down while it fed would make any snare starve without a constant food source though. Which was why the main attraction began to unfold itself from the main body of the cocktopus. The creature's stomach elongated itself into a thick tentacle of its own, slowly and dramatically working its way between Kahlee's spasming legs to her anus. With a flair that almost seemed to be for the benefit of the audience, the long, slick tube doubled itself at the exit to Kahlee's digestive tract. In a vicious thrust, the creatures stomach violated the hole, stretching it to its limits as the organ snaked inside.
 
  Kahlee grunted as though trying to push the invader out as she clenched her teeth. In reality, her body was opening itself wide for the intruding organ. As the audience enjoyed the view, they watched as a bulge in the girls belly marked the progress of the stomach as it traveled through her intestines. The rest of the creature followed slowly, the tentacles wrapping around her legs relinquishing their grips to slide along with the stomach into Kahlee's gaping rectum. Soon all that could be seen of the creature was the two tentacles that gripped her breasts, now split along their tips and gripping the bosoms like starfish, and the head of the creature, still greedily feasting upon the nerves within Kahlee's womb.
 
  As her legs came free Kahlee began to kick weakly, moans constantly escaping her mouth as she hung with an alien devouring her from inside. Suddenly her gasps and moans took on a sick sound, as if she were about to vomit, and the tip of the stomach burst through her open mouth. As her eyes rolled back in her head the tip of the cocktopus' stomach split and gripped her face much like the starfish shaped tentacle tips gripping her breasts.
 
  As the audience watched, Kahlee's body convulsed with pleasure in motions more erotic than any scripted dance could produce. Air was sucked into small holes in the stomach grip over her face, but there were no longer any screams. Suspended by the stocks Kahlee sprayed pleasure constantly and kicked for three hours as the audience enjoyed their show. Soon after the three hour mark, her body began to stop quivering with pleasure. By three hours and 30 minutes her body had stopped moving altogether and within five more minutes the monitors in the stocks showed that her higher brain functions had ceased. The cocktopus disgorged itself from her limp body, the expression upon her face was one of vacant bliss. Her pulse still beat weakly, fooled by the rushes of adrenaline and endorphins in the blood that there was still something to beat for. That would end soon as well.
 
  As Kahlee's body succumbed to the pleasure laden ordeal the audience trickled away. A few remained to place bets on the times when her brain functions would cease and Haba won 20,000 Futons off of the wager. Ivel confirmed that he would be given a recording of the event from all angles and not just the ones from the live broadcast and was the last to sign out. The room with the cocktopus swimming contentedly in the knee high pool around Kahlee's body went dark.
 
  Kahlee opened her eyes slowly and looked up at the bright ceiling of what had to be a hospital room. For a moment, she wondered if it had all been a dream. The vivid memories of being pleasingly devoured inch by inch as every fiber of her body had radiated pleasure did not fade in the slightest though. Slowly she rose and saw monitors hooked to her showing her pulse, her brainwaves and other details of her body's function. On another monitor, she saw herself. It was her own body, the vacant, enraptured expression still across her face as the cocktopus was allowed to leave the draining room for a larger tank filled with the coral and rock formations it would find more familiar from the environment it came from.
 
  "Welcome back." Said the voice, still no form, only words from speakers.
 
  "How?" Kahlee said, the only word that made sense.
 
  "I have devised a system to transfer a consciousness into a cloned soulless body. You were temporarily put into a clone of yourself and were indeed preyed upon by your co-star. I promised, however, that you would survive the ordeal, and keeping promises is of tantamount importance in matters of life, death and law. Speaking of which, your agreement to not divulge any matters pertaining to our arrangement..."
 
  "Who would believe me?" Kahlee said, pulling the monitors from her body.
 
  "Nevertheless, take care not to mention your experiences here. Some of the audience may even take umbrage to your survival and repeat the process in a more realistic fashion. Also, this business is my niche in the market and entrepreneurship demands that I protect my business secrets jealously."
 
  "Wouldn't it be easier to have actually let me go through with it?"
 
  "Believe it or not, there are very few in the galaxy that wish for death in such a spectacular and exploitable fashion. Most suicides are heat of the moment affairs and even then, the deceased usually show signs of trying to stop it at the end. Your effort to contact and plan such an event is quite rare. I was hoping to arrange a more permanent contract with you before you left."
 
  Kahlee watched as the clone body was dumped into an atomizer and reduced to trace elements. The Machine that accepted the elemental fuel already had skeletons of several sizes being formed within tubes.
 
  Kahlee watched the cocktopus swim a few laps of its tank. She ran a hand over her body, remembering the intensity of the sensations. She knew that there was no going back having experienced this. Especially not when she could do it again and again. She looked up at the ceiling, having nothing else to direct her thoughts to.
 
  "I'll be able to quit my job in two weeks..."