I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I don’t make the attempt. “Let’s get this over with then,” I say to Acheron in the most determined voice I can muster. “I have plans when I get home. I’m gonna get drunker than I’ve ever been before!” 14 – Tramp I left Gaianesia expecting to travel to Aghara-Penthay aboard Acheron’s ship, retaining some dignity, but I’m facing a much longer period of living hell. The sexual discrimination begins before I’m even on my tramp shuttle, for the degradingly named Bountiful Sluts has separate boarding intended to demean its females. Men japan can walk on and off the ship at will. Women set foot on its decks automatic slaves, so we have to go through a segregated processing channel where we’re first registered with owners, then braceleted, and forced to strip down to nothing but the silken wrap that’s female uniform. Accompanied by Acheron, I am registered and locked into the identity band of a private slave. I try to tell myself this process means nothing. White Queen has one. Kikizi has one. Thousands, if not millions of women through the galaxy have them. But their bracelets Brunette are not secured to me. As the escorted women who use tramp shuttles intend to return to their normal lives, for some existences where a slave bracelet may attract unwanted attention, tramp sluts are extended the small courtesy of being allowed to choose whether to have the band locked around the wrist or the ankle. After consideration I elect for an ankle bracelet. While I will be obliged to hide it for the rest of my life by wearing boots, or perhaps clothing that does not reveal below my shins, there will be less risk of accidentally baring an ankle than there would be asian from a loose sleeve slipping to reveal a slave band on my wrist. I won’t have to live out my days thai wearing long sleeves, or a noticeable bandage like White Queen’s. My nerves aren’t up to dwelling too long on the bracelet’s implications, so when I’m handed the vile thing that will be mine, I only allow myself to look at it for a moment, thinking of all the shame and humiliation that goes with these devices, before bending quickly downwards and pulling up the leg of my flightsuit to expose my shin. Before I can change my mind I’ve already closed it around my left ankle. There. Done. The click sex of the locking mechanism is barely audible, and yet I will never forget the sound. This braceleting ceremony takes place in a small office away from the female boarding airlock. Thankfully Acheron, myself, and the staff member from the Bountiful Sluts are the only witnesses to the second Gaianesian in our planet’s entire history who willingly lets herself be marked as a slave. The instant the lock seals around my limb, a control panel nearby bleeps to life and its screen displaying the results of my DNA scan. Rosila Volati it says, Human, homeworld Ilushin One. I’m able to feel a moment of relief at Rosila’s expense that the deception worked. The graft makes them think I’m a human. Let’s hope that Rosila Volati, whoever she is, never has to go near Aghara-Penthay. If she does she’ll be very confused to discover she’s already been registered, and her owner is a stranger named Acheron Doe. Although he doesn’t have to debase himself, the male companion still has formalities to complete. Acheron, sitting silently at a terminal, places his palm on a scanner to register his own details. Data scrolls up a screen too rapidly to read and then with a discreet chime a light turns green. Too bad you are my sister or I would marry you. To asian him, Heather might be the complete package. That and her rubbing took Liz over the edge and everyone stared at her japan as she lost control then slowly regained it. “Looks like we are supposed to remain naked all night,” Charlotte said. Colleen lied. Suddenly Ronja felt the phantom hand holder her left arm forcing her to move her other hand forward. I had some drinks but was not drunk. She gripped my dick firmly as she said, “You’re pinching my tits.” When you have finished with her please send her to the next table. An amazing delight. Of course, the fear also turned her on. I wasn’t under ranger jurisdiction anymore. Only two, two long independently stimulating cocks moving. Drawn by the sound of my wailing, the entertainment of sport and the sight of a sex nude woman, a crowd begins to gather again. Brunette I asked. Her nipples hardened against her blouse, her tongue thai flicking across her lips. Guess I'm really helping him get rid of those gag reflexes! It was a person. I masturbated daily sometimes two or three times, despite not having any porn and generally no real life to speak of. “Just slide that big dick into me. It's going to be great.” "Congratulation mom" hugged her and kissed her, but when I wanted to kiss her she turned her face and I kissed her lips, her lips were just dry.