I do wish I was dead, and I know I am going to crave that final release over and over during my future that contains nothing but sexual servitude. But there’s no escape, not from the surface of Aghara-Penthay. Not when you’re female. Not when you’re a slave. 26 - Processed The ankle bracelet containing my fake DNA information is first to go. At the start of my mission, I was dreading a lifetime carrying that badge of shame linking me to Rosila Volati, Ilushin One. Who’d have thought its absence would be a bad thing for me and not a good one – a signal that far worse things are coming? They’ve strapped me into a chair – the wide foot stirrups making it much like the gynecological ones used at home for the breeding insemination, only with those there were no restrains to secure the sitter. Today I’m as good as paralyzed. I’ve been buckled into place at my wrist and ankle. A blowjob heavy belt around my waist pins me back against the seat. There are two more bracelets encircling my knees to keep my thighs apart - as though my genitals anal weren’t already exposed and defenseless enough. A band across my forehead keeps my skull back against the padded rest. I saw the small hole I saw in the headrest while they asian buckled me down. I know what it’s for, that hole, as I’ve already seen the matching tool among the medical paraphernalia on the counter. That’s where the implanter gun goes. The medic about to end the life I know is a young fellow with a neatly trimmed beard. For a moment when I walked in I thought he was going to be more professional than the other Slavers, but when Gara was led into the room behind me he said, “Twins… Nice!” and I knew he was as heartless, and male, as the rest of them. Gara and I had five minutes whispered conversation last night and we’d agreed to try and break away and end ourselves during the walk to processing, but that too we were denied. Klink arrived in our cell with a large escort of Slaver guards. There wasn’t the least chance of escape. “Gaianesians,” Klink tells the doctor creampie once I’m safely secured, although it’s probably unnecessary to state my species - my markings have returned during the night. I saw my haggard sorry reflection in the teen surgery mirror and also noted the first signs of their color beginning to shift. This catastrophe shocked me less than I would have believed. I suppose that’s because it doesn’t matter now if I’m shamed in the eyes of my own people or not. It’s not as though I’ll ever return to my home. “Gaianesian man haters,” the doctor smiles. “Let’s give them hell.” “Absolutely,” smiles Klink. “And let’s start that hell making sure they never lose their revulsion for us. “Fuck, the bitch kid really is a big time slut.” Pleasure spurted from my cock. Was everyone looking weird? It was a bit difficult keeping my sarong covering me as we sat creampie next to each other on the boat. Odd, she thought as she began getting dressed. I greased up with the bottle of lube on the nightstand and sat myself on his raw cock, slowly rocking back and forth on it. “Our father was an incubus,” Tera said, working her lips like teen the words tasted foul in her mouth, “and having an incubus in your lineage is like playing roulette with your family tree. You’ll anal have to practice it. I knew that my pussy would be showing but Ryan wanted me to do it. During the journey I asked Mary why she hadn’t volunteered for either of the events. I took off my jacket and tie, followed by shirt and pants. When she asks Frank if she could see the play room. "No, go ahead man" Mark says. “Do you realise that it flips up a little when you walk fast?” This had to be the first cock she’d seen up close, or maybe asian blowjob ever.