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“Just think what the Slavers will do to you.” “I won’t give in to them,” I insist firmly, and then remember my rank, and say, “No way, Sir.” The general pauses, leaning forward to make a steeple with his forearms, elbows on the desk, and tries a new tack. I can see the deep furrows of age in his face. His skin is quite brown, tanned from leave spent on sunny planets. “Have you ever met a woman who’s been fully processed through Aghara-Penthay?” he asks. “Of course not,” I reply. Slaves are almost never recovered by the free planets of the Republic, once they’re taken. After capture, women disappear into the hidden places of the universe, the cellars, the dungeons, the pits and the cages of those who can afford them on the worlds that don’t respect law and order. While women might have equal rights in most of the Republic, possessing a vagina instead of a penis means a human becomes property as soon as she sets foot on Slaver territory. Occasionally women return from the station orbiting Aghara-Penthay, where they can enter and leave under the escort of a registered male “owner”, but I’ve never met a woman who has been down on the planet’s surface. Females only go there when they’re lost, and on their way nun to be processed and sold by the Slavers. “I think you should meet one, Melena. It would give you some perspective.” And without giving me time to reply the general leans doggystyle forward and presses the intercom on his desk. “Ask Beyala to come in, please,” bigtits he says to someone. While we wait for this Beyala he offers me coffee, but I’m pissed with him and I refuse. I sit back petulantly pussylicking in my chair and fold my arms under my chest. 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 riding 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. I which the site had a creative nonfiction genre. She pushed herself harder so that she was matching each of his thrusts with her riding own. but I guess the results were the pussylicking same regardless of what I wore.” She put her hands under her large boobs and lifted them, “There’s no nun way I could hide these.” “Oh no you fucking slut, you ain’t going to back out. Her ass cheeks sat either side of my cock and she started grinding her hips on my lap. “My team will bathe in the blood of your offerings.” He wanted to talk to her so badly; she saved his life by stopping that fucker from smashing his legs apart. When she stopped kissing me, she said to the onlookers, "Is there anyone here who doesn't think that's hot as hell." “Awesome!” Ronja exclaimed. I grabbed my Popeye costume and we went home. R-really? I felt that I had enough energy for a few more orgasms. I practically darted down to the first floor, my small tits bouncing naked. Missed calls from their parents, other family members, and even their friends. “Fine.” I huffed. He sat on the edge of my station, “You know I am going to be asking you frequently just to be sure … are you still wanting to do this?” I was just watching the wildest live porn bigtits ever. I really can't." "OH, FUCK DAVID, HOW doggystyle DO YOU DO THAT? Zander smiled grimly. How was I going to have a normal conversation after pumping thick ropes of cum across my girlfriends breasts while thinking of Sharon? He explained about the slime from the meteorite they had found in South Woods, showing Pierce the sample he had worked on in the microscope. I stopped just before I got there and was pulling the skirt down to cover my butt and pussy when a couple walked passed me from behind. I filed it away as I was sure it would come in handy later. I grabbed my dress and ran back to Jon who took ages to stop laughing.