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It is only a couple of minutes later when the girl enters. She’s wearing a standard ship jumpsuit, the navy blue that designates a civilian, but despite her entirely generic attire I can tell immediately what she once was, a slave of Aghara-Penthay, because Beyala has the mark. The slave mark – an indelible sign that a woman has been processed on the surface of that vile planet. Beyala’s imprint reminds me of dark Brunette make-up, eyeliner or perhaps a tattoo, swirling patterns that emerge from the edge of her right eye to decorate the right side of her face. The spiral design is the same one that has been used by the Slavers for centuries, and is supposed to remind the observer pornstars of the letter that starts the word ‘slave’ in the skinny ancient galactic universal script. Even though it’s a barbaric thing to inflict I must admit that adorning Beyala, it adds to the beauty of an already exceptionally striking woman. Unlike some marks and brands which owners apply to the thigh or the shoulder blade, Aghara-Penthay’s Slavers choose to mark the girl’s face, because for the rest of her life unless she veils herself it will be almost impossible to disguise. With each person she meets, their eyes will track to the mark before they go anywhere else, reminding the girl and everyone else constantly of what she is. I realize I’m being rude and staring, and yet I notice Beyala is watching me with almost as much interest as I’m studying her. Embarrassed, I look away, down at the desk. “Eight days ago we seized the heavily-armed ship of one Kazar, a drug trafficker and a thoroughly nasty piece of work,” says the general. “I remember the mission,” I reply. Yes, I was leading one of the assault teams. I lost a good man, pussy blasted so completely that not even immersion in a masturbation healing tank could save him. My group dealt with the resistance from Kazar’s guards, but after the capitulation we left. I was not involved in searching the upper decks. “They're meant for men, but I think we can improvise,” she purred. “No, I didn`t.”, Harry answered looking down at his pornstars socks in shame. “Oh Fuck Trav… Your cock feels so masturbation fucking big” she softly said as she then started gyrating Brunette her hips in pussy a circular motion. How nobody understands her or likes her and bla bla bla. Then left us to ourselves. I’ll just go outside, so you can finish in private. I smoothed my hand down my butt and the material ran out just after the crease at the top of my legs. “You like that don’t you? Killed her father? She was out before she hit the bed, skinny having been carried upstairs like a rag doll. Emily looks over and notices that Tyler is still by the front door just standing there.