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Unfortunately for me, coming blowjob from a world where reproduction is ball licking endorsed only through careful selection, it will go forever on my medical records that I’ve consulted a medic about sexual encounters outside the official programs. Not even those serving in the secret defense organizations are above this law. By receiving treatment, I’ve taken the first steps in the eyes of Gaianesian society in being labelled as an aberrant female, one accepting and maybe even approving of strong, unpacified males. If only I could explain that the truth is the opposite. My trip to Subardin quenched any curiosity about men. I never want to be near an erect penis again after my night on the Pride of Torconi. With what free time I have remaining, I make love to Hoola with a desperate intensity, burying my face in her pussy and wishing I could be surrounded now and forever only by the female. I can admit I am dreading the prospect of the Slavers’ Hub and the things that might happen to me if something goes wrong. This must be endured though, for Gara’s sake. I must find out what’s happened to her, and if there’s a chance Riyena has the information, it’s worth risking my own safety. So when time runs out for me to depart, I summon all my courage and conquer my pov mounting nerves. I don a regulation grey flight suit that will be my last clothing before the silken wrap of a slave girl. Then I let myself be escorted to the shuttle, feeling more like a condemned prisoner than a hero of my planet. I look around the familiar architecture and scenery of my homeworld trying to reassure myself all will be well. In only a day I will be back here with no lasting damage but the bracelet and bad memories. But when Red Duchess embraces me on the shuttle launch pad, she does it in the way of parting from someone she doesn’t expect to meet again. 12 – Merlon The Vengeful Goddess, a heavy battle cruiser of the Gaianesian space fleet, is armed to the teeth, and feels so solid that it give a false sense of safety to my next few hours. White Queen also conveys a reassuring certainty, behaving calmly and Hardcore purposefully as she issues her commands. In the privacy of a cabin allocated to the great leader, I’m given a final briefing intended firstly to fill me with matriotic zeal, and secondly to remind me that while White Queen has sympathy for Gara’s plight, the most important part of my mission is to touch Riyena and upload those data files. The Harken woman is almost certain to recognize me as Gara’s twin in spite of the missing markings, so White Queen unnecessarily reemphasizes the importance of ensuring that Acheron arranges amateur privacy for our meeting. Also stating the obvious, she warns me to avoid any kind of flirting or fraternization with any of the unpacified males, which might place me at greater risk than I’m already taking simply by being beautiful. Recalling the night with the visiting ship crew, I quickly confirm I want the least contact possible with men, and could happily avoid them for the rest of my days. After the experience on the Pride of Torconi I’ve even become apprehensive that I might meet unpacified males on my way through Merlon starbase to Acheron’s offices, so I’m relieved when White Queen informs me that messages have been exchanged with Acheron and he’ll be sending a female assistant, Kikizi, to safely escort me from the Vengeful Goddess. Everything possible has been done to reduce the risk to me, but my legs still go weak when the booming clang of us docking at the Merlon starbase reverberates through the ship. Yeah, this ain’t good. Everybody crowded around me. Somebody took my half-finished beer and put it on a table. If you don’t mind.” She used me hard.” “You’ll make friends fast pov I promise” she reassured me. Breathing heavily, Jake was frustrated he had not fucked the young woman. “Relax. “Depends on what you’re looking for,” Emily said. 

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