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And what snooty look? My face flares scarlet with fury. Gods, I hate men. I hide my bunch fists behind my back and manage to keep my temper in check, looking away as though I’m as submissive as these other sluts. “I’ll take that under advisement,” Acheron says to the men, civilly yet managing to convey a note of dismissal in his voice. I have to grudgingly admit he’s able to fake an alpha-male persona, using it to exert authority over other men. I thought I too had this ability, but it seems to have deserted me from the moment I set foot on Merlon, and with each light year further from Gaianesia and each piece of clothing removed I command less respect. “Who were they?” Acheron asks once they’re out of earshot. “Losers,” I answer, trying to sound dignified. “They hassled Kikizi and I on our way to your office. I put them in their place. It’s just unfortunate they had to see me reduced to this state.” That’s still not the end of my humiliations. Two more men proposition Acheron – offering credits in exchange for sexual use of me. I wonder if it’s because I’m one of the few women still standing that makes me a focus for unwanted attention, so I swallow my pride and briefly try sitting on my escort’s giant gym muscular thighs. But Gaianesian agent or not he is an unpacified male, and the physical contact between us means he can’t help the erection that forms to presses against me. Not his fault – he’s male, weak, but all the same I decide I’d rather stand than offer Acheron Doe the least stimulation. I’m sick with misery long before we reach the trading hub. But I’d been expecting nothing less from the realm of the unpacified beasts, and it will be worth enduring every second if I can find news of Gara, plus download the plans which will save my home. I keep reminding myself objectively things are proceeding well, and the mission is on plan. And I’m not even as alone as I feel - Vengeful Goddess will be somewhere close behind us in the cold expanse of space. Only in the secret places of my heart do I need to admit this is the worst experience of my life. 16 – Hub Of the millions of women to set foot on the trading station orbiting Aghara-Penthay, only a few lucky ones do so wearing the blue wraps that identify them as privately owned slaves. Why is the blue wrap so coveted? Because unless they’re being brought here in order to be betrayed or traded, private japanese slaves will leave with their owners. Private slaves can have hope. All the others - the vast majority of women - are the property of Aghara-Penthay, and to belong to the Slavers is to be doomed. I don’t need reminding of this as I pad barefoot onto the Hub clutching my own blue wrap close to me, but reminders are everywhere. The Dominatrix walked her puppy, her puppy with a gorgeous ass, swinging tits, and a cum covered face. That’s why the birthrates in Japan are so bad. I didn't last japanese as long as I'd hoped, when I felt her cum the 3rd or 4th time I groaned in pleasure as I exploded inside her, spraying my gym hot seed deep into her pussy. He sighed and moaned before I looked down to see his shiny fucking cock stretching me so wide that I was amazed that I wasn’t hurting at all, or even bleeding. He shivered a bit and poked back at me before hoisting me right up and spreading my legs. My left boob heaved, my right jiggling in her squeezing hand. She said and heard her mothers footsteps go down the hall. When I became conscious I took the ear buds out. Running my tongue up and down slowly, Dave was watching rather intently, I reached over and unbuckled his belt, once unbuckled, I pulled it, and tossed it completely aside. I said Hi I'm C. J., he said hi and we talked for a while.