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The taste of her juice or the feel of her nipple in my mouth is the most exquisite sensation in the universe. Tits responds with a lust that matches my own when we have a rare chance to pleasure ourselves, but I note that when we become intimate she doesn’t grow as wet as I do. When I ask shamefaced how I might please her as much as she pleases me, she tells me she’s always found it difficult tits to lubricate herself and only the Reflex seems to induce full flow. Even identical twins have minute differences. “Perhaps my markings reveal a different truth with me: that I am a natural submissive, otherwise why else would I need the Reflex to find most pleasure?” Tits says mournfully, and I soothe her, kissing “No, no, no, it’s just what they’ve done to us.” There are other ways we’re not quite the same. Tits seems to be adapting to slavery better than I do – she cries less and has a stoic acceptance I admire and envy. Perhaps it’s because having to regularly feel a man in her mouth is preferable to the nanotech I have stimulating my anus. That steady tingling from my injections began immediately after processing and implantation. Klink specified we should need servicing milking one Nipples per week, but after four days of that hole being neglected the pins-and-needles electric sensation became so distracting that my legs trembled constantly, and I had to go red-faced to plea to my Master for relief. The first significant change in my new unhappy existence comes nine days after my ruin up there on the trading station. It’s a slave cliché, but by this time I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been raped. It’s certainly into triple figures – more than twenty per day since my capture. My markings have turned full purple, identifying me to my countrywomen as a weak female, worthy only of contempt. I’m naked in the bathroom, Tits and I on our hands and knees scrubbing a stain from the floor, when Klink walks in. “Boobs, Tits,” my Master says. “Good. You’re both here, Get your wraps on. We’re going out.” I know better than to ask and risk punishment, but Klink wants to tell us lactating the reason anyway. “I’ve been summoned, and I’d like to show you to the chief. It’s time to meet the boss.” 28 – Salarin There are four Aghara-Penthay faction chiefs – The Master, The Libido, The Sadist and The Alien. The one known as The Sadist sits in a chamber resembling a throne room. When I first see Salarin he’s wearing a white robe, but this is hitched up around his waist to leave him nude below his middle, allowing the completely naked woman who is kneeling between his legs to pleasure him with her mouth. She has her back to us, but from the bobbing movements of her brunette head and the hungry moaning sound make it obvious what she’s doing. Judging by her curved rump she has an exceptionally beautiful figure. I try to hide behind my Master’s bulk as I pad barefoot into the hall. I know enough of this man’s reputation that breasts merely being in his presence makes me shake with fear. Attract Salarin’s attention in the wrong way and I could be tortured, killed even. I see Tits is feeling just as nervous and I reach out to her. We link hands in an attempt to reassure. “Egregious,” Salarin welcomes Klink with a cold smile. “Congratulations at your complete success with the Gaianesians. A whole shipful put to pleasing men, and White Queen being prepared for this year’s Rape Run.” “It just is,” I snapped. Slamming her huge round jiggly ass up and down. We kissed passionately. Fear had made him do it, made him drag the guy out of the bar and beat him unconscious. I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. But I didn’t lift his hand off my thigh. Instead she used the tip of her finger to gently massage his puckered rectum as she sucked his hard rod. He pulls her to him, pulls her waist, her pussy, to his mouth. She didn't care. She plucked a pad and pen out of a girl's tits hands to his right, then passed it back, his heart skipped a beat as her hands reached out, so close he could see the glitter in her red nail varnish, see the difference between her warm tanned skin and his own, pail and fair, but it passed by onto the next screaming fan. Combat is a deadly contest with no mercy for amateurs and no do-overs for losers. OH FUCK…. “Yeah, that figures, she always wants to cause me trouble.” Trust me. How about you watch me do it and then you can copy what I do.” I contemplated joining Amy in the shower but dismissed that idea lactating since we just had a wonderful few minutes of sex in the kitchen. That’s right, Daddy, suck on your daughter’s tits. She looked so sexy in that gym shirt and shorts, her breasts filling out the stretchy top. Before milking we could even choose to leave, we were forced out by the security and the police. Long inner lips did little to conceal her vulva which at this stage was slightly open. They'd only recently called an uneasy truce, for the sake of the others mainly. She pulled her arms out of Nipples the jumpsuit, and pushed it down past her toned stomach and hips. I reach to the bars and close my hand comfortingly over hers. This always resulted in a squeaking, gasping moan from Larissa. There’s a public lot on Fifth Street just around the corner.” They flooded my mouth. He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom. When the 23rd slip of paper was drawn, Joan-e called out loudly, “Sailor Sam,” and everyone in the club laughed. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. Whatever cruelties are to happen next in this room, the focus of them is her. When I break her defences I will use her breasts mercilessly, I will use her like a sex doll, I will use her until I am satiated and that will never happen. If I hold your legs a bit wider apart, can you try and get your arms in between your legs and hold your legs under your armpits?”