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Stupid beast of an unpacified male. He’s allowed to stay in character in front of the hostess, which will mom help avoid creating any suspicion I’m a Gaianesian. But he’s breaking from plan by leaving me alone with the Harken even for a second, and we’ll have words about this after the mission. What’s worse is than now he’s told me not to argue, I’m as good as gagged by the need to play the submissive role. “Of course, Master,” I eventually force myself to say, but letting a hint of sarcasm creep into my voice to show him I’m pissed, and alleviate the frustration I feel at having to once more that shameful word. He smiles at the girl and abruptly I understand why he’s acting so recklessly. Gods damn him, I bet he’s trying to impress the hostess. I hate unpacified males! But this is a minor hitch, and we are still progressing with the mission. Perhaps less than an hour, and I’ll already be back on the Bountiful Sluts. And as soon as we undock any humility can go out the stockings window. Back in the present, the hostess gives an urgent call and a gaggle of red-wrapped girls spills out of the club. Each one would be considered pretty by human standards, average by Gaianesian. She instructs this mob in a whispered consultation. “Come with us,” the nearest of these, a brunette with warm eyes requests of me. Patronizingly she adds, “Try not to be afraid.” The uncertainty introduced because of Acheron’s slip has made me angry, and I look more scathingly at her than I mean to, when she’s only trying to be kind to me. As if I’d be afraid! But on with the plan. Another girl takes hold of my wrist in a slim female hand, and I let myself be tugged gently but firmly forward. I shoot a reproachful glance back at Acheron, but he’s so busy talking to the hostess he doesn’t even look. Outnumbered, I’m propelled within the place that’s been my target and the sum of my fears – the House of Roses. Immediately inside is a richly-furnished salon where women serve drinks and are available for selection by the clients. There are more men than women in here. A couple of the females are in the red wrap of Aghara-Penthay slaves, but most of them are naked. People of both sexes look at Hairy me speculatively as I move through the crowd – a blue wrap making me distinctive. From the back of the room we pass through to a hallway. Some of the doors to the bedrooms off this corridor are closed, but one open door gives me a disturbing view of a nude woman strapped facing an “X” shaped piece of furniture. Her back and buttocks, exposed to the room, are covered in a lingerie series of angry red stripes. I gasp – someone whipped that girl! What beast could do such a thing? I hope one day Gaianesia blasts this place into oblivion. Under the guidance of my entourage I descend a floor, and then a second, and after so much planning and humiliation, at last I reach the appointment with destiny that’s taken so much sacrifice to achieve. The room where I’m taken turns out to be japanese two rooms. He sank down in between her naked limbs, leaned down and began to playfully lick the sides of her open lips. I sat on the couch and turned to see what was on the TV, but Roy suddenly got off his chair, walked over to the TV and turned it off. "Farzaneh has a problem. She chooses the people she trusts very carefully and," he said, his voice hardening for a moment, "I tend to not be kind to those who prove lingerie themselves unworthy of that trust." I tightened the clit clamp until it made my clit throb a bit. 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