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Yes, her too – for although her implant does nothing, the nanotech in her mouth functions perfectly. A ready supply of beautiful women such as myself and Tits (no, sorry, I must attempt to think of her as Gara even though my memory still insists I am wrong in this), women who might be considered hot “easy” by galactic standards, mean there is no shortage teen of men willing to relocate to this inhospitable planet. We have a few undamaged female protectors as well from the Republic Marines, I think largely to police their male colleagues. I have dwelt here almost since the events on Cunt Catcher, and it seems unlikely I’ll ever leave. I will never have a conventional relationship, not when a chip in my brainstem is configured to find men repellent, and my heart will always crave an incestuous relationship with my sister. A relationship that will never be. Gara isn’t vulnerable like me, and travels frequently offworld. Her slave mark has been burnt away. She can find other lovers – perhaps even finding comfort with a man. When she’s absent it pains me terribly, but I share the pride to see her rejuvenated as a heroine of Gaianesia. No longer the twin-face that humiliated White Queen and our planet with her. Gara: the woman single-handedly responsible for our homeworld being elected the latest member of the Republic and ending decades of war. The vote in the senate was close, and not all planets accept the view that pacified males are not oppressed second class citizens, but the images of so many of my fellow Gaianesians walking helplessly into slavery on Cancis Rock melted hearts. Even among the advocates of male rights the sense that the Republic should make reparations was strong. My homeworld was ratified and Gaianesia enjoys the protection of the fleet. A settlement was quickly reached over sharing the disputed world of Calico, followed by a treaty with Harka-Ringworld. While Gara is away, I seek comfort in the companionship of my newest lover. She can never mean as much to me as my sister, but her presence soothes me, and she can understand me as one who has endured ordeals perhaps worse than mine. Rescued slaves usually let their appearance lapse as soon as MILF they have liberty, gaining weight and making themselves as repellent to men as possible in an attempt to deter any future potential abusers. But Melena de Santo, former Colonel in the Republic space fleet and one of only two women in recent history to escape the Rape Run, looks just as beautiful as she did the first time indian I saw her on a video screen. She is one of the most desirable human women I’ve ever seen – almost to Gara’s standard - and I think of males as even more incomprehensible knowing so many of them could take pleasure from degrading such perfection. But the hormones that course through their bodies turn men into animals, and degrade her they did. The finely featured face with its steel eyes and the long curtain of perfectly straight wine-colored hair, I will never forget seeing distorted with pain as she was tortured; driven almost into insanity with unending sexual arousal; weeping and screaming in unbearable terror. I’ve tried to soothe away those terrors with kisses just as she comforts me, but on Cancis Rock we all wake up crying out from the nightmares. Like me, the mark on her face is still there – the mark that declares us a female processed as a slave of Aghara-Penthay. That mark, dark like a tattoo, is only ever applied after a woman is implanted with a control chip into her brainstem. The medic said we can’t burn it away and heal ourselves with the bacta. Not desi without triggering some kind of mental breakdown. It’s as permanent as the pale scars disfiguring my breasts. Melena’s toned body with its long legs, slim waist and those famously pert breasts I still remember standing stoically in a wooden frame, her limbs roped to its corners, while they stripped her, and then that same body gradually slumped to hang limp as she was raped time after time after time. Now at nights it entwines with my own form and hands try to caress tenderly where once there was so much hate. In private we are often naked, but during the sexy day Melena wears a functional jumpsuit in colors identifying her as a civilian. There is no return to fleet for a colonel unable to refuse a male command. I was nervous when I first met her, shown into the pleasingly furnished apartment that was Melena’s home, in the same way one feels meeting a respected celebrity. She dwelt somewhere underground in the most secure levels beneath the surface of Cancis Rock. There were no windows, and oddly no technology – no video screens or communication devices. Without thinking, it was the first thing I commented on, not really the best way to begin a friendship, but she answered openly. “The Slavers have given up on most of the other women here, but they’ll chase me as long as I live. He was not going to risk it. I’ll be right back with three shots.” It’s just ice cream.” I heard Aunt Sheen say from her place beneath the table. That caused her to moan out her enjoyment. She moved down the hall to the next room, where inside was Chloe and Dr. Moody. She had a completely unrevealing polo neck sweater on as well. “Like what?” Phil asked. She had just had a shower. “Thank you,” I croaked out. She rested her thumb on my MILF chin, and slowly pulled her fingers out. I moaned loudly, but appreciatively. "I hope Joe wasn't too desi much of a pain while he was Laura knew the answer: "Because I like it, and it suits me." I thought that he would never get all the way into me. After a couple minutes I could feel his hips pushing on my ass cheeks. His skin was too tough to pierce with my teen teeth, but I squeezed. I licked hot my lips, my pussy clenching. I walked around the pond to where Ray was just pulling the fire truck out of the garage. Misty stood there completely naked. My indian last drops of cum spurted into her. Butterflies were alive inside of him, desperate desire sexy to unleash himself and spill himself over her. “Ari,” he said through gritted teeth. I stepped aside and Rhiana removed her coat and tossed it on the sofa. Once we got home I asked my father if mom is going to stop and get takeout for dinner tonight. She was smart and learned rapidly. And it wasn't enough. He said to Jake I must take her to my doctor friend tomorrow for her STD check. Black wouldn't do at all. And as expected they both tried to outdo the other. Do you want to have a closer look at it?”