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A week of my new life passes. It already seems like an eternity from the other reality where I’d been free, creampie and it becomes more and more difficult to remember how that felt while my new existence becomes ingrained. My days begin to assume something of a regular pattern where Klink, Riyena, my sister and myself settle to living together in our Master’s luxurious rooms. Tits and I are assigned the household’s domestic duties. We cook and clean. Our Master only likes shapely women and we are not permitted to lose our beauty, so for two hours a day we exercise in the gym. There are three women in the household but my sister and I are certainly equal lowest. Klink orders us to obey Riyena’s every command exactly gangbang as though she was a man, and similarly to do her no harm. Riyena tests part-one straight away, ordering Tits and I to fight. To disobey would invite far worse punishment than the suffering of compliance, so we both do as we’re told instantly and wholeheartedly, slugging away like a pair of tavern brawlers until Klink has been sufficiently entertained to instruct us to stop. Gasping for breath afterwards I see Tits has a nosebleed, and I have a smarting pain in my cheek and a cut above my eye that requires cunt paste for healing. We soothe each other and clean each other’s wounds with infinite tenderness. We are not permitted to forget our former lives entirely. The remaining crew and passengers of Vengeful Goddess are kept blowjob in a large windowless pen a short walk away, and with such a large number of women in a confined space, their cell grows filthy and smells of filth and sweat and fear. The women require cleaning and feeding, and sometimes medical attention. Tits and I are greater than our fellow citizens, and inferior. They too have been implanted to make them obedient and prevent mass suicides, and marked with the Slaver tattoo, but they don’t have the demeaning nanotech or asian special instructions we endure. We’ve been given slave wraps, whereas they’ve remained naked since their capture. Tits and I have chores to occupy us, but there’s nothing for these poor women to do but to sit and wait nude in an unfurnished box for hour after hour, fearing the unknown that is to come. Each time we enter their pen carrying the heavy pans of slave broth they desperately crave news of the outside universe. What’s going to happen to them? Where is White Queen? She was removed as soon as they landed on the surface – the only one of them permanently taken away from the ship’s compliment apart from me. Riyena told us White Queen was for the Rape Run, I’m able to answer, but I know no more than that. We’re not permitted near the pens where Runners are held. An odd thing happens occasionally - more than one of them refers to me as “Lara” and Tits even makes the same slip once, but I shrug off the mistakes. I am Boobs. I’ve always been Boobs. Look, I can pat my right hip and it’s printed there on the still-healing scar where they burned it into my muscle. Of course I’m the one who is right on this, but the Gaianesians look sympathetically at me when I argue, as patronizing as did the slaves at the House of Roses. The Slavers do not seem concerned about retaining the virginities of any of the captives amateur in the pen, so at will the guards select women they consider desirable. Compelled through their implants, the Gaianesians docilely follow the men to a room somewhere close by where they can be raped. The most attractive ones have endured this treatment multiple times, but none of them are sexually abused with the frequency of Tits and myself. Tits’ species markings are fully purple now. Around her hairline is the unmistakable coloring of a woman who has permitted her Reflex to be repeatedly triggered. The color will never change back. “Oh, sir, my mommy and I would love to get to know you better. "Are you out on the porch?" “Maybe it's an off night for them,” Allie said. Amazing. Ed was out asian of creampie his jeans and shorts now, and his erect cock bobbed toward her, but she evaded it with a giggle. I just slide into Jill as my throbbing member begins to empty its contents into her. “I’ll be honest,” I told Amy, looking her in the eyes, as she looked me up and down. “Your turn!” The Young Bear refocused his attention back on Goldie’s dick slowly lowering his mouth down Goldie’s shaft then quickly pulling back up again, “I feel, I think you should...” Goldie said writhing around as pleasure flooded his senses and his dick started to shoot long ropes of cum right in amateur The Young Bear’s mouth. 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