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Inside is an old fashioned tape measure. Kikizi Orgy (Group) continues to demonstrate her lack of concern by informing me she needs this tape to take the measurements for my slave wrap. And she says this loudly, whilst on the bridge in front of a cohort of the crew. My comrades know of our objective – ferrying a female to Merlon Starbase and disguising her as a human makes it easy to guess. But I sense everyone intently watching my reaction when Kikizi so casually raises this topic. Am I submissive, everyone must be thinking? Does a part of me secretly want to wear that thing? Is that why I was chosen? White Queen saves my red face glowing brighter when she intervenes in a matronly tone, and order us to her cabin. Back in privacy I strip down to my underwear and submit to Kikizi pressing the tape oral tightly against my bust, waist, and hips, and then recording the details. “You have a nice figure,” she comments while I gratefully re-dress in my flight suit. “If you were actually seeking to please men, you’d have plenty of takers. You’d make a prize slave.” She said I’d make a prize slave… Kikizi means it as a compliment, but the idea makes me feel faint. Red Duchess said that Gara (and therefore me as her identical twin) was the kind of female the Slavers prize. And Gork might have said something about my value in credits as well, although I’m unsure that memory is real. Gods, surely everyone can see I’m more than just some object with a value? Kikizi is watching me with a wry smile as though she’s reading my mind. “I don’t think Lara wants to hear more about her desirability,” she observes. “So let’s just get things moving. I’ll beam your details across so there’s a wrap made and Big Tits ready for you for when you need it. Then I’ll take you to Acheron. And he’ll escort you to Aghara-Penthay.” We return to the bridge where White Queen wishes me good luck with a tone of gravest formality. She tells me Gaianesia is proud, as though she’s dispatching me to my death. Behind her Kikizi politely suppresses a giggle. The hug I receive from Hoola is the opposite of White Queen’s farewell. When the two of us finally break apart I see our embrace has interested the human woman. I believe that among their females the percentage of lesbians is in low single figures, so such free displays of affection must be unusual. “Let’s go,” I tell Kikizi, keeping my voice firm. I’ll show her another trait of Gaianesian women – our courage. I walk, although my heart is racing as though I’ve been running for hours. The ship’s docking bay is my last moment on the safe territory of my homeworld, and then stepping between the two female guards I find myself under the laws Merlon Starbase, where men are unpacified and I’m an unwilling subject of their desire. Merlon’s docking levels are more diverse than in our trading enclave – I count six different species in the first few minutes, but most are human, reflecting their dominance across the galaxy. It’s morning Merlon local time, observing the standard Republic day as do many stations in space. It’s not the time for unpacified asian males to be courting, and in my plain dark grey jumpsuit my body shouldn’t attract attention. But that doesn’t deter the first group we encounter in close proximity. The passage where we meet the four men is narrow, and it will be a squeeze to get by each other. “Yes. She asked. I moan again this time in joy. As they were at the register dealing with Orgy (Group) a horrible waitress, they were a bit short on their funds oral to pay their bill. I moved round behind Theresa and knelt behind her. Week commencing August asian 9 I will be watching each of you and personally doing a review of your work every 30-45 days. “That's it, Mr. Davies! He unfastened the belt, then removed his shoes before unzipping his pants and slowly pulling them down. Sure, I may have been a bit tired when I started my shift, but it's amazing what an energy drink and sexual desire will do. The jeep smelled like cigarette Big Tits smoke and beer, Samantha dressed in revealing clothing, and overall seemed to be situated on the opposite end of the teenage social stratum. I had completely forgot. We talked for a while before I made my next call—a very important one to my friend Pastor Anthony Michaels about my next speech to his congregation. She flinched at the feel of his fingers on her, then her entire body shuddered.