For if you’re numbed and you arrive soiled, the first thing they’ll do is wash you.” Not wanting asian to be stripped and interfered with, I comply, indicating this with a nod. The last thing I want when I meet the Slavers is to be paralyzed and even more helpless. Ja-alixxe lowers me to the ground, and my bare feet touch the cool alloy of the floor. Gradually my wrists come down. My arms blaze with unexpected pain the moment I move, muscles protesting at the sudden change in my position after hours of suspension. I’m free from the ceiling, but my wrists remain shackled. Ja-Alixxe only unchains my ankles from the ring in the floor to immediately rebind me. I am to walk in my chains. In this fashion, like a condemned prisoner on their way to the gallows, I shuffle through her ship, proceeding in as large steps as my ankle bracelets permit. The fabric of my slave wrap is almost weightless, and I japanese can feel it waft around me even with my restricted movements, brushing my skin with an intimate kiss. “Please,” I beg Ja-alixxe one last time when a cool air current flows across my sex. “Anything but this.” But rather than provoke any mercy, my words seem to remind her of something – a task forgotten. “Ah, we can’t have you speaking,” the masculine voice says, and without permission she holds an injector against the soft skin of my throat. There is a click from the trigger and I feel the familiar pulse of medication entering my bloodstream. Behind it is a sensation of coldness, which spreads through my jaw. I try to ask her what she’s done but I only manage to emit a mute moan. My tongue feels like it’s enormous. “I’m sorry,” the same male, electronically synthesized voice explains. “I cannot risk you betraying that I’m female. This disabling of your speech will be temporary, and you will be back to normal in a few hours.” So it is in silent misery that I continue. The shuffling journey through the corridors of Ja-alixxe’s ship is brief, with the vessel not being very large. A viewing window gives me a short sight of a larger cruiser docked above us, straddling Ja-Alixxe’s smaller ship as though it’s mounting to mate. It isn’t a Republican fleet ship. Slaver. I take a short elevator journey upwards with Ja-alixxe. Neither of us speak. She is unwilling, and I am unable. Then, we walk along a gangway and I see a reinforced airlock, after which the color of the walls changes. I pause before this, longing reverse back up, but the bounty hunter indicates with a wave of her baton that I should continue. Blood pounds in my ears as filled with dread, I take a step over the line. A Rubicon has been crossed. My feet stand on Slaver territory. I am Colonel Melena de Santo. My sex – female. That means on this side of the line I have no more rights Hairy than an object. The disguised asian teen Ja-alixxe whose true status is the same as mine gives me another shove, and despite my terror I force myself to walk forward again. I can’t stand it, go on!” Then she put her head down again. “David, look behind you.” She said with an japanese excitement in her voice. I must admit,” Zander laughed, “I was a little mad that the villagers had now decided I was fit to be asian teen the town hair dresser. "No! Please! “We….we…well I do like it sir.” I said shakily. I laughed my ass off, as I watched pretty boy's eyes widen with panic! Vlad quickly ran upstairs. Anyway, I know exactly what’s going through your horny young mind. I was completely passive and laid back as he leaned into me. I let him kiss me. He kissed me slowly and softly. Then the nose probed Hairy my ass and cunt asian again…then that damned tongue licking me…I was somewhere else in place and time. I sucked with such passion. Sarah trembled when she saw my cock spring up from my pants.