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“The fleet will have to place here somewhere she can be protected by those merciful to her condition, and she will need assistance for the rest of her life.” The look I flash him is hard, for I know exactly why the general is showing Beyala to me. It’s a crude attempt at manipulation. This ruined female before me is a living example of the fate that awaits me if I fall into the Slavers’ hands. He expects me to go meekly into protection as soon as he shows me how her whole future has been shattered by one microchip. His ploy works, in that the horror I’m meant to feel at the idea of living her life is so intense, it’s as if someone has gripped my heart. And yet the sympathy I feel for her, the sisterly comradeship, is also intense. This is why I joined the space fleet, to help put an end to such barbarity. “I’m so sorry for what they’ve done to you,” I tell her with great tenderness. “Your sympathy for me is misdirected,” Beyala surprises me by interrupting, her answer delivered in a brusque, dismissive tone. I’d expected her voice to be compliant, like a slave, but she sounds cold, almost authoritarian. I soon learn why. “My implant prevents me feeling any unhappiness at my situation. Rather, I rejoice in serving men. So do not pity me. Furthermore the particular configuration of my chip programs me to feel masochistic urges around men – I truly want them to hurt me - but sexually sadistic cravings towards all other women. So your sympathy, to me, sounds only like an expression of your own weakness, and as it would arouse me to see you suffer, I recommend you do not show such vulnerability.” I understand now why she has been staring at me so intently. She’s enjoying my fear of the Blowjobs Slavers. Floundering for something to say, I try to break the sudden tension in the room. “Do you feel aware of the implant?” I can’t help asking from morbid curiosity. Beyala looks contemptuously at me, and snorts with derision. Gods, she wants to hurt me so much she’ll even try with words. Is the control over her that bad? And I do flinch, stung by such animosity from a complete stranger. “I’m asking the question,” the general interrupts gently, taking control. “Answer me please, Beyala,” Compelled now to reply, she immediately does. “I know these instincts that make indian me such a slave once were not my own, Sir,” she says to him, changing back from hostility to humility so immediately it’s as though someone flipped a switch, “and yet today they feel so deeply part of my identity it’s as if they’ve always been there. In that sense I’m not aware of the implant at all.” “Some piece of my awareness knows I’m being controlled and my inclinations I would once have believed were shameful and wrong, and yet through the core of my being they’re also now me. As I stand here, Sir, I’m so desperate for you to tie me up and abuse me that I resent every second your whore friend sits here in this cabin with her prissy legs crossed.” My face reddens with embarrassment both at such frank admissions and the unceasing venom directed at me. Neither could be faked, and clearly they run to Beyala’s core. It’s impossible to believe the delicate girl openly begging for cruelty could have been a normal young woman with the same will and urges as my own. For a moment I have an image of my steward Mansom politely asking me for sex, and my irresistibly complying in some degrading act. I shudder. “And this could be your fate, Melena, if you don’t go into hiding,” the general resumes. I got it” I responded with a smile. “I'm not doing it here,” I said. Sandy introduced the pretty brunette teenager that had followed her on deck as Rebekah. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look of surprise “did you cum inside me?” she tried to roll off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me. “Are you worried about being pregnant?” as I brought her to my eye level. But unlike Nimue, she carried not an ounce of grace about Blowjobs her. Emily noticed a series of brown wooden doors set into the wall equally spaced around the room. And no one else was home. “I was only kidding, well not really… But don’t worry, Kai. I watched all the guys pour in. I recognized almost everyone, most of them had been at my house this last week visiting my brothers. We arrive at the school and he lets go of my hand. She sighed as I sucked on her tongue. “Hey Lucy, the fitness test isn’t over!” the instructor yelled as the gym door closed behind her. 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