They too have been implanted to make them obedient and prevent mass suicides, and marked with the Slaver tattoo, but they don’t have the demeaning nanotech or special instructions we endure. We’ve been given slave wraps, whereas they’ve remained naked since their capture. Tits and I have chores to occupy us, but there’s nothing for these poor women to do but to sit and wait nude in an unfurnished box for hour after hour, fearing the unknown that is to come. Each time we asian enter their pen carrying the heavy pans of slave broth they desperately crave news of the outside universe. What’s going to happen to them? Where is White Queen? She was removed as soon as they landed on the surface – the only one of them permanently taken away from the ship’s compliment apart from me. Riyena told us White Queen was for the Rape Run, I’m able to answer, but I know no more than that. We’re not permitted near the pens where Runners are held. An odd thing happens occasionally - more than one of them refers to me as “Lara” and Tits even makes the same slip once, but I shrug off the mistakes. I am Boobs. I’ve always been Boobs. Look, I can pat my right hip and it’s printed there on the still-healing scar where they burned it into my muscle. Of course I’m the one who is right on this, but the Gaianesians look sympathetically at me when I argue, as patronizing as did the slaves at the House of Roses. The Slavers do not seem concerned about retaining the virginities of any of the captives in the pen, so at will the guards select women they consider desirable. Compelled through their implants, the Gaianesians docilely follow the men to a room somewhere close by where they can be raped. The most attractive ones have endured this treatment multiple times, but none of them are sexually abused with the frequency of Tits and myself. Tits’ species markings are fully purple now. Around her hairline is the unmistakable coloring of a woman who has permitted her Reflex to be repeatedly triggered. The color will never change back. She’s a sex traitor in the eyes of our society. And mine are little better. The other Gaianesian women petite know full well we’ve had no choice in our transformation, as they’re enduring the same process more gradually themselves, but prejudices die hard and they tight can’t help looking down on Tits and I anyway. Klink is away for long periods during the day. Sometimes he takes Riyena with him, but not always. She is only a woman when all said and done, and not even she is permitted to leave Klink’s apartment unescorted. Abandoned, she mopes about petulantly and takes out her frustrations on us. We dread these times of being alone with Riyena more than everything else, for she is utterly without compassion when seeking methods of amusement. I’ve never been so frightened of another living being. Playing with her ability to alter her appearance is a favorite trick. When we a woman we don’t know calls by the apartment, we can never be sure if she’s a genuine visitor or Riyena in disguise. One night Riyena appears to me as Tits, and I make love to her with wild passion before having the ruse revealed. I gradually learnt that her transformational ability has its limits, however. She can change her outer skin color and texture, change her cum eyes, and make minor amendments such as to the size of her breasts. She can’t seem to change her fundamental bone structure or add or remove appendages though. So she’s denied the chance to escape as a flying creature or something microscopic, and she can’t hide her chest completely, or grow a penis in order to masquerade as a man. My belief is I have yet to see her true appearance, although she assumes the form of Riyena the Harken most of the time. There are occasions during the daytime hours that one of our tormentors wants sexual gratification, but this is unusual. However every night during my first week our slavery takes that form of service. As forecast by Tits, although the penis is a revolting organ to me, I soon learn a preference for being summoned to Klink’s bed. Back on Gaianesia I couldn’t have imagined the variety of ways a woman may be japan used to give physical pleasure to a man. On Aghara-Penthay I quickly grow in experience. Just as she was about reach out and bring him closer, he pushed her curls back away from her face, then put his hand on the back of her neck. We'll give you to one of our friends. All my life, I had been in charge. Nick, tight she can't handle it. Nobody knows how, but Kratik and Rikt got injured gravely during the fight. She looks at me almost as if she was trying to hide something. Taylor gave me a puzzled look then her eyes glanced down at my groin. Not the way you were acting a little ago.” The man who came to collect the money cum for the hire of the sun loungers seemed to ‘hover’ at the bottom of my sun lounger for japan quite a while as well. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. petite He chuckled at my appearance, "Guys! You gave me great pleasure upstairs and if you wank yourself then you know how pleasurable it can be.” “Oh really well come here and let me have a look.” But while the public was enjoying blissful ignorance, there were many who knew that things were about to take a dark turn, and asian of those who were informed, their suffering had already begun. As Lisa woke up from her unconsciousness she was already back in her stable box. I’d put on my sunglasses so that I could watch them without them knowing. “I don’t like it, but a real man can do whatever he wants to me.” She answered, moving close to her husband’s friend. Carl had gotten wise pretty quickly too and looked at me for an explanation. “What are you talking about?” she asked. She was so involved with the men, she didn’t notice Eloa was eating her pussy from below, until she had a mind shattering orgasm. “Yeah, yeah! Teresa woke the next morning feeling refreshed from the assuredly long sleep cycle. In front of me I had the huge dildo handle, but honestly I was all tensed up and nervous.