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Implantation was a lifting of a curtain for me, when it revealed that my sister is the galaxy’s most beautiful being, but she is also my greatest source of suffering. It’s rare that Tits and I are alone, or not engaged in sexual service to the others, and this adds to my suffering when I long for intimacy with her so desperately. “Tits! Tits! I love you, I love you,” I weep during a precious moment of privacy, and I can barely keep my hands from her with the intensity of my need. The taste of her juice or the feel of her nipple in big my mouth is the most exquisite sensation in the universe. Tits responds with a lust that matches my own when we have a rare chance to pleasure ourselves, but I note that when we become intimate she doesn’t grow as wet as I do. When I ask shamefaced how I might please her as much as she pleases me, she tells me she’s always found it difficult to lubricate herself and only the Reflex seems to induce full flow. Even identical twins have minute differences. “Perhaps my markings reveal a different truth with me: that I am a natural submissive, otherwise why else would I need the Reflex to find most pleasure?” Tits says mournfully, and I soothe her, kissing “No, no, no, it’s just what they’ve done to us.” There are other ways we’re not quite bbw the same. Tits seems to be adapting to slavery better than I do – she cries less and has a stoic acceptance I admire and envy. Perhaps it’s because having to regularly feel a man in her mouth is preferable to the nanotech I have stimulating my anus. That steady tingling from my injections began immediately after processing and implantation. Klink specified we should need servicing one per week, but after four days of that hole being neglected the pins-and-needles electric sensation became so distracting that my legs trembled constantly, and I had to go red-faced to plea to my Master for relief. The first significant change in my new unhappy existence comes nine days after my ruin up there on the trading station. It’s a slave cliché, but by this time I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been raped. It’s certainly into triple figures – more than twenty per day since my capture. My markings have turned full purple, identifying me to my countrywomen as a weak female, worthy only of contempt. I’m naked in the bathroom, Tits and I on our hands and knees scrubbing a stain from the floor, when Klink walks in. “Boobs, Tits,” my Master says. “Good. You’re both here, bigtits Get your wraps on. We’re going out.” I know better obese than to ask and risk punishment, but Klink wants to tell us the reason anyway. “I’ve been summoned, and I’d like to show you to the chief. It’s time to meet the boss.” 28 – Salarin There are four Aghara-Penthay faction chiefs – The Master, The Libido, The Sadist and The Alien. The one known as The Sadist sits in a chamber resembling a throne room. 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