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His assistant is attractive, for a human. An athletically built, tall blonde female with piercing brown eyes. I notice a number of the crew have overcome our natural contempt for a weaker species and look at her with undisguised interest. There’s plenty to draw the eye. Kikizi has dressed more provocatively than our unflattering jumpsuits and is wearing a knee-length dress which flaunts her breasts and her hips, integrated with tech that makes the fabric gradually shift through a rainbow of bright colors. My attention is on something other than her undeniable beauty, though. Her garment is sleeveless and all I can look at is how on her wrist, openly worn without any attempt to disguise it, is locked the bracelet of a private slave. She’s been to the Hub, and isn’t ashamed! A few of my shipmates also notice it and gasp. I look to her face, trying to read submission, trauma, or any sign of what happened to her, but the bracelet is all. She’s just a normal, healthy, vivacious, woman. Perhaps her familiarity with the Aghara-Penthay trading station has dulled Kikizi’s fears of the place, for she drifts through our ship carelessly doggystyle and seems amused by my being given such a heavy military escort, as though she thinks we’re all taking skinny this much too seriously. The only change in her blasé attitude occurs when she meets White Queen. Our leader is small greeted by Kikizi tight with great formality, and after they’ve shaken hands Kikizi lingers before letting go. Acheron’s assistant has brought a small case with her. It’s battered, (Gaianesia can’t be paying its offworld-agents much) and a cloud of dust is released when she opens it. Inside is an old fashioned tape measure. Kikizi 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 teen 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 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 ready for you for when you need it. Over and Over. Don’t be scared to take what belongs to you. I had known Macie for so long. Be a pussy, stay in here, and watch her soil your marriage, or go in there and take control of your wife. “Why didn't you ever take me to this field?” I asked, a tremulous whine to my voice. We are having a ball. That upset me. I’m a submissive, but I’m not a sissy. “Besides…” she added slyly, walking up to me, “How could I resist saving an ass as cute as yours?” She ran up to me and looped her arms around me, squeezing my ass. She opens her mouth for a second and shows me the cum, before closing her mouth and swallowing it all. When Ryan switched small it back on he set it on low speed and left it on. The bed shook violently as this black giant shot teen his hot liquid into her pussy. Her passion inspired me. I sucked hard on my brother's cock. “Show him how good you are sweetheart,” I urge, though you need no encouragement. Don't stop!" "We need a private talk out in the forest before a decision is made. I was surprised when Susan wheeled her Mustang into the WalMart parking lot. Okay?” Rekha: "I cannot agree more. In the basement a lot of the crew seemed tight to have tried to hide from the invasion, obviously unsuccessful. Part 05b – Strip Club Owner 02 Was she horny? Her juices mixed with mine. He skinny was the quarterback for the doggystyle football team.” She said, and I was struggling not to come unglued. Gary : Hello