Petra Lovelace had never seen her home planet of Futazarian Prime, and she knew full well that she never would. She never knew it's majestic beauty or magnificent culture that thrived there because she had been born here,<span style="font-weight: bold">Tourin</span>a moon orbiting the gas-giant planet<span style="font-weight: bold">Venusia</span>, In the slave birthing chambers of<span style="font-weight: bold"> Baron Swinoloth Prog </span>'s palace. The Hogaloth; a warlike pig-man species, had ravaged her planet and left it barren, it's natural resources stripped mined and it's people enslaved and used as breeding vessels for the Hogaloth's royalty...and those were the lucky few. Most were relegated to milking stations, like the one Petra had been born into. Only the most elite Futa priestesses were  worthy of mating with the Hogaloth warlords, because only there bodies were deemed sufficient enough to bare the intense mating rituals that the Hogaloth practiced.<br/><br/>Petra was beautiful, but her waist size was deemed too petite for Hogaloth standards and so, like both her mothers before her she was relegated to the milking station here on Tourin. Baron Prog's facility held 50 futa slave girls and produced 250 gallons of Futa Juice on a daily basis. He was a low level Baron but he drove his slaves both day and night, in order to exceed the Empire's quotas and advance his noble standing. He had found a native fruit which only grew on Tourin; originally thinking that it was a cheap, renewable food source  for his slave stock; he quickly realized that the fruit gave his brand of Futa Juice a distinctly sweeter taste. Anything sweet was treasured by the gluttonous Hogoloth elite and so Baron Prog could fetch twice the amount for his exotic vintage.<br/><br/>One would assume that such good fortune would brighten the mood of the Baron, but little but binging & purging ever brought a smile to his jowled face. The giant 600 lb pigman, seemed to be in a constant snit, the deep scowl on his tusked mouth had drawn lines into his aging face and he spent his days laying around and stuffing his face with the sweet Tourin fruit and guzzling his product until passing out from overindulgence.<br/><br/>Petra spent her days strapped to a milking machine, as did all her co-porducers on the day shift. 12 hours of being drained dry, over and over again. The machines themselves specially built to accept the multiple orphaces and spare appendage that Futa's bodies had. Huge suction cups attached to her large double D sized breasts, vagina and one to her 'rod of wisdom' , they weren't gentle and they never grew full . They tirelessly  sucked and pumped her, chaffing her body and leaving her in an exhausted slump when her shift finally came to end. Hogaloth workers would then come and drag their limp bodies back to their cells and then the 2nd shift would be brought out.<br/><br/>This was a drab life, and one that even though Petra had been born into, she couldn't be content. She dreamed of escaping the Baron's imprisonment and strike out on her own. She wanted to experience life, meet new people, and eventually find love. The other Futa sisters in her cell would laugh at her silly dreams and tell her that they would never come true, but she never let their chiding get her spirits down. This Futa had bigger plans than to sit the rest of her life in a Hogaloth cell being sucked dry by an emotionless machine.