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Klink’s personal slaves are the only three females on the planet of Cancis Rock exempted from participation, and we stand at the edges of the vast space alongside our owner, watching. So that we anal don’t feel superior to our fellows we have been ordered once more into the humiliating red wraps of Slaver women. Most of the guards who are not on duty have come to greet the new arrivals, and a considerable all-male crowd look eagerly at us, especially we-three who are the most revealingly attired. But we’re not the three revealing most for long, for although in space the Gaianesians needed jumpsuits to maintain the fiction of free will, here on the surface there will be no modesty. With obvious pleasure the drill sergeant calls to them, “Strip to your underwear!” Cancis Rock is barren like Aghara-Penthay, and both are terrible places to be female, but the similarities end there. This world is far from its sun, and even in the middle of the day there is only a half-light from the dirty skylights high above us. It rains almost constantly on the surface, and biting winds make it perpetually cold. Sentient life survives almost permanently underground, dwelling in the prison complexes and the mines. These are brutal industrial structures of grey concrete, pipes, steel missionary and rock, and after only a short time I already miss plants, color or artwork that give a place some warmth. The implanted Gaianesians disrobe in a large space like a hanger, standing only in their regulation white panties and vests. Guards move among them collecting the jumpsuits for disposal, whispering lewd comments to the most desirable and groping one or two. It’s cool in here, and I wish I was permitted more clothing. The chill has kept my nipples erect since we landed here, meaning my breasts are attracting even more attention than usual. I keep stealing curious glances at Riyena, for she appears as I’ve never seen her before. With there being shapeshifters among the male prisoners, the prison authorities were obliged to take measures to avoid escape attempts by changing identity. Thus the entire habitable complex is blanketed with an EM field which suppresses shapeshifter nerve activity, cumshot meaning that those like doggy style Riyena are forced to remain in their true form. So the woman who has caused us so much suffering, I see in her real shape for the first time. Her species are entirely hairless, with a green tinted skin patterned like scales and only vestigial ears, giving her a slightly reptilian appearance. Riyena is unnaturally thin and has a bald head, but remains feminine in spite of that. The unchangeable shape of her hips and her skull are as womanly as they were in her Harken guise, and her breasts are round, with nipples that protrude like mine. 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