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The vote in the senate was close, and not all planets accept the view that pacified males are not oppressed second class citizens, but the images of so many of my fellow Gaianesians walking helplessly into slavery on Cancis Rock melted hearts. Even among the advocates of male rights the sense that the Republic should make reparations was strong. My homeworld was ratified and Gaianesia enjoys the protection of the fleet. A settlement was quickly reached over sharing the disputed world of Calico, followed by a treaty with Harka-Ringworld. While Gara is away, I seek comfort in the companionship of my newest lover. She can never mean as much to me as my sister, but her presence soothes me, and she can understand me as one who has endured ordeals perhaps worse than mine. Rescued slaves usually let their appearance lapse as soon as they have liberty, gaining weight and making themselves as repellent to men as possible in an attempt to deter any future potential abusers. But Melena de Santo, former Colonel in the Republic space fleet and one of only two women in recent history to escape the Rape Run, looks just as beautiful as she did the first time I saw her on a video screen. She is one of the most desirable human women I’ve ever seen – almost to Gara’s standard - and I think of males as even more incomprehensible knowing so many of them could take pleasure from degrading such perfection. But blowjob the hormones that course through their bodies turn men into animals, and degrade her they did. The finely featured face with its steel eyes and the long curtain of perfectly straight wine-colored hair, I will never forget seeing distorted with pain as she was tortured; driven almost into insanity with unending Hardcore sexual arousal; weeping and screaming in unbearable terror. I’ve tried to soothe away those terrors with kisses just as she comforts me, but on Cancis Rock we all wake up crying out from the nightmares. Like Big Boobs me, the mark on her face is still there – the mark that declares us a female processed as a slave Brunette of Aghara-Penthay. That mark, dark like a tattoo, is only ever applied after a woman is implanted with a control chip into her brainstem. The medic said we can’t burn it away and heal ourselves with the bacta. Not without triggering some kind of mental breakdown. It’s as permanent as the pale scars disfiguring my breasts. Melena’s toned body with its long legs, slim waist and those famously pert breasts I still remember standing stoically in a wooden frame, her limbs roped to its corners, while they stripped her, and then that same body gradually slumped to hang limp as she was raped time after time after time. Now at nights it entwines with my own form and hands try to caress tenderly where once there was so much hate. In private we are often naked, but during the day Melena wears a functional jumpsuit in colors identifying her as a civilian. There is no return to fleet for a colonel unable to refuse a male command. I was nervous when I first met her, shown into the pleasingly furnished apartment that was Melena’s home, in the same way one feels meeting a respected celebrity. She dwelt somewhere underground in the most secure levels beneath the surface of Cancis Rock. There were no windows, and oddly no technology – no video screens or communication devices. Without thinking, it was the first thing I commented on, not really the best way to begin a friendship, but she answered openly. “The Slavers have given up on most of the other women here, but they’ll chase me as long as I live. And all they have to do is order me to return in a news broadcast, and from the moment I hear it I’ll do everything in my power to escape back to that living hell. They tried it once or twice, apparently. My content all has to be checked for me.” “Oh,” I said, and then with nothing else in mind I stated, “I was there too. Aghara-Penthay,” (although she’d already seen the slave mark). “My name is Boobs.” But immediately I felt foolish. “No, that’s not right. The Slavers made me believe it was that. I mean outdoor Lara. My name is Lara.” Melena looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity, her head cocked slightly to one side. “You’re not the only one to have their memory tampered with,” she said. “Would you prefer I called you Boobs?” Then the guards efficiently thread fresh ropes around my wrists, and the ends of these ropes are passed through loops in the top corners of the frame. My already stiff cock became a enraging hard on and was pushing through the top of my shorts. He said, “Don’t be so silly!” so I told him about the girl. She let the outdoor bag with I couldn’t stop smiling after that! 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