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“If you want to abort we’ll support that – it’s your body at risk after all. But this is your only chance to find out about your sister, and also recover the plans we desperately Fucking need. And while you’ll have to go through the ordeal itself alone, if you do chose to use one of the tramp shuttles, you can at least do it remembering we’ll follow as close as couple we can in Vengeful Goddess, and intervene if we think you need rescue.” How could I give up when so much depends on me? My home planet have pledged an entire ship to support me. They’d risk a diplomatic incident Hardcore tackling a neutral shuttle, they’d engage the Slavers even. Lara and Gaianesia are relying on me. White Queen has heroically been to the trading station before, and she carries the slave bracelet as a mark of honor rather than shame. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I don’t make the attempt. “Let’s get this over with then,” I say to Acheron in the most determined voice I can muster. “I have plans when I get home. I’m gonna get drunker than I’ve ever been sucking before!” 14 – Tramp I left Gaianesia expecting to travel to Aghara-Penthay aboard Acheron’s ship, retaining some dignity, but I’m facing a much longer period of living hell. The sexual discrimination begins before I’m even on my tramp shuttle, for the degradingly named Bountiful Sluts has separate boarding intended to demean its females. Men can walk on and off blowjob the ship at will. Women set foot on its decks automatic slaves, so we have to go through a segregated processing channel where we’re first registered with owners, then braceleted, and forced to strip down to nothing but the silken wrap that’s female uniform. Accompanied by Acheron, I am registered and locked into the identity band of a private slave. I try to tell myself this process means nothing. White Queen has one. Kikizi has one. Thousands, if not millions of women through the galaxy have them. But their bracelets are not secured to me. As the escorted women who use tramp shuttles intend to return to their normal lives, for some existences where a slave bracelet may attract unwanted attention, tramp sluts are extended the small courtesy of being allowed to choose whether to have the band locked around the wrist or the ankle. After consideration I elect for an ankle bracelet. While I will be obliged to hide it for the rest of my life by wearing boots, or perhaps clothing that does not reveal below my shins, there will be less risk of accidentally baring an ankle than there would be from a loose sleeve slipping to reveal a slave band on my wrist. I won’t have to live out my days wearing long sleeves, or a noticeable bandage like White Queen’s. My nerves aren’t up to dwelling too long on the bracelet’s implications, so when I’m handed the vile thing that will be mine, I only allow myself to look at it for a moment, thinking of all the shame and humiliation that goes with these devices, before bending quickly downwards and pulling up the leg of my flightsuit to expose my shin. Before I can change my mind I’ve already closed it around my left ankle. There. Done. The click of the locking mechanism is barely audible, and yet I will never forget the sound. This braceleting ceremony takes place in a small office away from the female boarding airlock. Thankfully Acheron, myself, and the staff member from the Bountiful Sluts are the only witnesses to the second Gaianesian in our planet’s entire history who willingly lets herself be marked as a slave. The instant the lock seals around my limb, a control panel nearby bleeps to life and its screen displaying the results of my DNA scan. Rosila Volati it says, Human, homeworld Ilushin One. I’m able to feel a moment of relief at Rosila’s expense that the deception worked. The graft makes them think I’m a human. Let’s hope that Rosila Volati, whoever she is, never has to go near Aghara-Penthay. If she does she’ll be very confused to discover she’s already been registered, and her owner is a stranger named Acheron Doe. Anguishing over her in turmoil, he could leave now and pretend these thoughts never crossed his mind. “Oh God Connor YES!” she moaned as he resumed his lingual attack on her puckered little asshole. She agreed. It was a good kiss, but I didn’t notice until we stopped that he had his pants undone. Soon I was being fucked hard from behind and trying my best blowjob Fucking to concentrate on the blowjob I was sucking giving Steve. Get couple ready. She gasped suddenly and pulled my hand away, pulling back from me. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Just talking,” Clint said. 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