While we wait for this Beyala he offers me coffee, but I’m pissed with him and I refuse. I sit back petulantly in my chair and fold my arms under my chest. It is only a couple of minutes later when the girl enters. She’s wearing a standard ship jumpsuit, the navy blue that designates a civilian, but despite her entirely generic attire I can tell immediately what she once was, a slave of Aghara-Penthay, because Beyala has the mark. The slave mark – an indelible sign that a woman has been processed on the surface of that vile planet. Beyala’s imprint reminds me of dark make-up, eyeliner or perhaps a tattoo, swirling patterns that emerge from the edge of her right eye to decorate the right side of her face. The spiral design is the same one that has been used by the Slavers for centuries, and is supposed to remind the observer of the letter that starts the word ‘slave’ in the ancient galactic universal script. Even though it’s a barbaric thing to inflict I must admit that adorning Beyala, it adds to the beauty of an already exceptionally striking woman. Unlike some marks and brands which owners apply to the thigh or the shoulder blade, Aghara-Penthay’s Slavers choose to mark the girl’s face, because for the rest of her life unless she veils herself it will be almost impossible to disguise. With each person she meets, their eyes will track to the mark before they go anywhere else, reminding the girl and everyone else constantly of what she is. I realize I’m being rude and staring, and yet I notice Beyala is watching me with almost as much interest as I’m studying her. Embarrassed, I look away, down at the desk. “Eight days ago we seized the heavily-armed ship of one Kazar, a drug trafficker and a thoroughly nasty piece of work,” says the general. “I remember the mission,” I reply. Yes, I was leading one of the assault teams. I lost a good man, blasted public so completely that japanese not even immersion in a healing tank could save him. My group dealt with the resistance from Kazar’s guards, but after the capitulation we left. I was not involved in kissing searching the upper decks. “When we searched Kazar’s personal quarters, we found Beyala waiting in his bed,” the general says. “He’d made so much profit from narcotics that he could even afford to buy a girl from the Slavers.” I look at her respectfully, a real slave of Aghara-Penthay. This woman is exceptionally lucky to have been rescued. Very few of her kind ever see the free worlds again. “Beyala,” the general says, addressing the woman in a kindly voice, and with great courtesy, he says, “If you’d like, you may sit.” I don’t need an explanation for the general’s elaborate formality. “They gave you the implant chip,” I say to her, my voice choking with sympathy. Implanting is the stuff of nightmares, another example of the Slaver’s cruelty towards their captives. Lodged in Beyala’s brain stem, too deep to be surgically removed, it will be there. Her control chip. Everyone in the fleet has sat through briefings on Slaver technology, and knows about implants. The chip interferes with brain patterns, so the slave behaves not according to their own free will, but according to the program’s configuration. Some functions are common to all chips. An implant makes it impossible for the carrier to commit suicide, either through action or inaction. Yes - a slave cannot even escape their hellish existence by ending their own life. A woman with an implant cannot harm a male, any male, in any way either, also by action or inaction. The chips have a location broadcast ability, which enables the Slavers to find the slave, anywhere in the galaxy. That means once a slave is implanted, it’s almost impossible for her to escape the Slaver’s control. Even here in the Republic Beyala will live her whole life in fear of being retaken. She will never be free. Almost all women’s chips have an obedience function active, which explains the general’s careful phrasing to Beyala. Since it’s a removal and the positioning of the nozzles isn’t as important, we could even do it together.” Pull it out, I’m sure I’ve saved about 12 loads or more cum for you.” Candy smiled. “I’m not worried, I just want to know.” Yeong said, rolling onto her side to look at him. I put my arms around Lisa kissing and hugged her close to me. I didn’t say anything. "Sweetheart," she began, "we need to go." James-----Amy, It is ok. Do I look disappointed? “Aw, Dave,” Jerome sighed in exasperation. “You look like shit!” She adds. She turned and went back into the house. Part 6 You’ll get it right soon, public I promise.” Anywhere in England is cold at the end of November but the coast would be absolutely freezing. I shuddered, my head shaking back and forth at the naughty sight. Wow, now she had three cocks worshiping her. This has gone too far.” Mrs. Kang's pale-olive cheeks mottled red with her anger. Had to know. It was kind of boring, japanese but also kind of nice?" He was a semi-professional photographer since he used to photograph for the school´s newspaper and both of his friends Ashley and Sarah were ludicrously photogenic. Well I could still get reflex erections, But I couldn’t control them. Scott looked lustfully at his little girl as she started cumming on his cock. I immediately jump into action, I have a few things that are expected of me to have done before he gets home. “I will do what I want with them and you will not object, yes?” I nodded again.