Fear not – the pain will pass in a couple of minutes.” That is all he will tell me about his non-consensual violation of my body. “We’re almost finished,” he tells me. “Not too much modification for you.” But the worst modification he has saved for last. This time when he comes into view, he picks up a black box, far bigger than the injector. Lord help me, this is it - the slave mark, the slave mark. “No!” I plead pathetically, trying to shrink back into the chair. I’m shaking my head from side to side like I did when he touched my hair, to prevent the box touching my face. “Keep still,” he commands me. “Or I’ll only have to clamp your skull and then apply it.” He is right – and having my head held still would just make it worse. I freeze in asian the chair and let him press box against the right side of my face. It looked solid – like a piece of metal, but I can feel the surface conform to me like its water. Then it turns white hot, and I scream uncontrollably as my cheek is plunged into the sun. But as soon as the torture begins it is finished, and the doctor is putting the harmless-looking black box back on the table. The unbearable fire has faded to a dull burning. Up to now during this misery of processing I’ve just about managed to keep myself together, but now, right at the end, the failure to retain any of my dignity or self-respect overwhelms me, and I properly begin to cry. I’m on a barbaric world where women are treated worse than animals, and I’ve been implanted and given a mark of a slave, something that I will carry for the rest of my life. Soon I’ll be publicly humiliated in front of the whole galaxy, with the shame of the parade interview ahead even if I am japanese the winner. And what about the Run itself? All the men of the space fleet who used to look at me with respect will likely watch me get stripped and raped, legs open and boobs out like they are now. The whole universe will know what I look like naked, and afterwards they’ll replay my defeat over and over. On top of all this, something has just been done to my pussy. Tears and snot begin to run down Hardcore my face, but I can’t wipe the mess away while I’m braceleted. The neat bearded doctor has sweat on his brow. He is ignoring my misery completely, and presses a button on the communicator. “You can return Colonel Cunt to the holding pen,” he says, summoning the guards to collect me. Abruptly he starts releasing the many buckles restraining me. That stems my weeping. Suddenly I’m free. I can sit up. Sniffing uncertainly I fold the wrap back over my bare breasts, and tie the fastening knot. As though this is a normal doctor consultancy and I’m an overwrought patient, I am offered a tissue. “Dry your eyes, Melena,” he says. “You don’t want anyone to see you’re so pathetic.” He is quite right. The guards will get a kick from seeing me weep, and I don’t want the other women to know I can be broken. Ja-alixxe would gloat to see a crack in my defenses. I dab my eyes and try to get the last of my shuddering sobs under control before the guards arrive. To avoid displaying weakness I try to focus on anything that might Hairy give me hope. There is still a small couple sex chance I could be the winner, I tell myself first. They were huge and looked like giant wire mesh wheels. couple sex Counting to a deadline is one of her favourite sex aids. I reached into my pocket for my phone to text Kimmie on where we would meet, I saw a message from her that read: I see you. Her brown gaze met his dark eyes and he held it for a second before shrugging. Sure enough, his little dick was trying to get hard. You’re just in time. Before she had a chance I used my staff to signal her Hardcore collar to give her a jolt. To Emma 's surprise, he ignored japanese her but instead studied the flimsy damp scraps of Hairy material in his hand. Katie's sounds of intense pleasure signaled how close Katie was to orgasm. Tony after leaving asian school now works full time at the motel with his mother. She needs it.” “I’m not that.” Megan spoke up.