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It was only recently I was a blue slave, looking with pity on the women from Aghara-Penthay. I’d never imagined I’d become one of the pitiable ones myself. Me and my beloved Tits. But I mustn’t use that name. On Sha-Lohdan I’ve learned that for a Brunette while, she is no longer to be Tits. “I don’t masturbation want you calling yourselves Tits and Boobs through the security checks,” Klink told us. “It will attract Big Boobs attention. You…” (He said to my sister) “will lie, and say your name is Gara. And you…” (He said to me) “will pretend your name is Lara.” Ignoring Riyena’s smirk, I made eye contact with Tits and she looked questioningly at me. She felt it too – something resonating in my memory for an instant, but already gone. A truth erased by implant and out of reach. No matter. My name is Boobs. A scar where my name was burnt onto my flank proves it forever, but under orders I will even lie about that. That is the nature of slavery. 40 - Sour “Form up for inspection, slaves!” barks a senior member of the guards with the manner of a drill sergeant. Most of the Gaianesians have done military service, so women instinctively shuffle into neat lines, leaving the space of an outstretched arm from person to person. One hundred and forty eight women – thirty seven times four. 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 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 babe 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 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 outdoor 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. “No worries”, Reginald said, “you’ll pack on pounds in no time if you want to”. Mona brought me a cup of coffee and sat next to me. “Maybe it wont be so bad after all. She was pleased with his obedience. Pam nodded, a wicked grin on her face. We're not aware of it, but it drives men to success and women to be beautiful. I love having sex with you. Robert raised his head and let Jack’s cock slip out of his mouth. “Your sister has awesome tits, don’t you think, Ben?” I let the SS babe agents know that I will most likely make another trip to City Hospital to visit Allison tomorrow morning. Ooh, yes, yes, yes!” She soaked Tina thoroughly until she started shivering and goose bumps appeared on her skin. He also wondered whether Jane could ever produce enough milk to be worth inducting. His cock slid out of masturbation my asshole while the dildo vanished into Rachel's anal sheath. The bed jolted and Benny reached over to his nightstand and shut it off, and with a tired grunt rose out of bed and went into the bathroom and shut the door. “Fuck,” I muttered. Docilely, I extended my head forward and closed my lips over the end of the feeder. I turned to Ryan and called him a bastard; then Brunette I jumped on him and gave him a long kiss. “By ‘full Big Boobs penetration’ I suppose you mean all the way into the boy’s throat.” I was out like a light after sensing your little encounter. The head of my cock stung badly. She screamed and exploded. Mental health is my passion. God apparently was listening to my stream of conscious, because she folded her lips inward, and kept them sealed. Alex knew very well an ass fucking would be hard for Sue with her ass still burning and swollen from the mint oil. I returned less than a minute later to find outdoor her sitting up, leaning against the headboard with two pillows behind her back. At last, she reached him, and she could not help herself. The next cry from her lips was cut off with a sudden gulping sound, and some muffled threatening words from her attacker. Back in our booth, Sharon covertly let the boys know which men were our husbands. So I picked up her panties and balled them up, and then I shoved them into her mouth. “Not perfect?” I splutter.