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I’m not just getting comfortable - my change is position is to discreetly graze my slim forearm against the most intimate place on flesh. For most of the day I’m been trying to find positions that press something against my sex, particularly my clitoris, without my cellmates noticing. The admittedly pleasurable sensation this temporarily brings seems the only way to relieve the constant distracting tingle that has been with me since the injection. Two days after my processing, I no longer feel any discomfort from the treatment except the buzz between my legs that constantly demands attention. My face doesn’t hurt; the only reminder of the implant is a slight asian lump at the base of my skull; and the injections to my genitals that were extremely painful at the time oriental now create an effect that is quite the opposite from suffering. As forecast by the doctor, the neatly trimmed hair protecting my pudenda fell out within hours, leaving my sex as bare as a pre-pubescent girl’s. It feels more exposed now I’m bald down there - the greater nakedness of my pussy further boosting the enhanced sensitivity that I’m sure results from the injections. I was captured for the Rape Run while still a virgin, and as I admitted during processing - I have not previously taken much interest or pleasure from my own body, being too busy with the task of protecting the rights and freedoms of women across the galaxy. But I am not uneducated or teens ignorant about human sexuality or the possible responses of my body. Thus, I am now dreadfully certain of the function of the painful injections to my labia and clitoris. Something has been done to me. Something whose purpose is to constantly stimulate the sensitive nerves in my sex organs. Something whose purpose is to humiliate me by sexually arousing me, against my will. The morning after my processing I awoke on my sleeping mat from a vividly erotic dream to find myself wet between my legs and with my nipples stiff. I tried to ignore the warm, gentle stimulation through the slow hours of my day, but the teasing just grew worse and worse. By the time night approached it was almost impossible to keep my hands from myself, but I vowed not to let the ignited fire conquer me. The audience will no-doubt know about my treatment. My condition is probably a joke across the whole galaxy – look at the famously frigid Melena de Santo pretending she doesn’t need to touch herself. Look, she’s getting so desperate that she can barely hide it from the other women in her cell. Today the final female was taken for processing – Elionara being removed from the cell and returned marked and subdued. We all know what the last step japanese in our preparation means. Her cunt clamped down on my dick as I finally withdrew and i pushed myself up onto my knees. “We only take on female customers, so we're teens skilled in what you need.” I glanced at my schedule. I took his eagerness as a clue and kissed the tip of his cock. “Now, you may recognize this next girl by her brother, who made that great speech oriental about the tornado and the science lab.” “Uhh...thanks Emily. First time?” I japanese snarled, trembling. They began to embrace, kissing asian one another and pulling back to show their tongues wrestling between them. Kenny’s idea was to get me having kids. She unsnapped them while kicking off her tennis shoes. As she approached, the other woman waved at her and stood up to give her a hug and kiss on her cheek. One morning I got a text. To her brother. I stood naked for a moment for their observation before hanging the dress on the nearby coat tree.