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“After last night’s experience I really need to feel the touch of a woman.” Hoola looks surprised only for a moment before she smiles with the flare of igniting sexual desire. “Of course, Lara. Let’s go back to the bedroom.” It was only after they were done with me that the men last night showed interest in my friend - special agent Hoola, but I consider this bubbly brunette extremely attractive. For the next few hours I am able to chase away the memories of what has happened, and also the fear of what is to come. 11 - Ready We have to wait for the time of my monthly cycle to pass before I can leave. The shame of wearing nothing but the slave wrap will be bad enough without the added indignity of doing it with blood seeping down my thighs. It is not a pleasant delay. My close affinity with Gara means instinct repeats that she is alive but suffering somewhere, and I worry the nightmares where I merge the hands of the men on Pride of Torconi with assailants unknown might be my strange psychic twin-sense. We make good use of the three days though, preparing me physically for my mission. The primary concern has to be concealing my species. As the women of our planet automatically become Slaver property if we’re caught inside Aghara-Penthay territory, it is essential to conceal the signs of my birth. First, skin grafts, bearing the DNA of an unknown human female donor are applied as easily as a paint over my wrists and ankles. These will fool the one-time DNA scan, performed by tech in the Slaver bracelet during the process of my registration on their database. The chip that will transfer the data from Harken Riyena’s hidden files is implanted into the back of my knee. It will remain there forever, inert and invisible until our contact activates it. The tech who applies the implanter gun tells me it barely broke my skin. With only hours left before departure the remaining steps to disguise my species are made - a series of painful injections in an arc around my forehead. These pigments implanted into my tissue make the characteristic patterned markings of a Gaianesian female invisible. A dye is also asian dripped into my eyes, which alters my irises from the deep purple shade I’m so proud of to a modest, but human, hazel color. The patterning only covers a small percentage of my body, but when I first look at my altered face in the mirror it’s as though a wide-eyed brunette stranger is looking back. I’d never realized they were so much a part of my sense of self. I’m still me, and yet without those identifiers I seem less than the strong Gaianesian female I was just minutes earlier. I’m very glad the injections and dye will only disguise me for forty eight hours and I’ll soon once more be my natural self. This short duration has its downsides, however. My appearance is a ticking bomb, and I must be careful not to be delayed on the Aghara-Penthay trading hub. Linger long enough to reveal my species, and they’ll never let me escape. I’m not the only one to sense I’ve been diminished in some way by the apparent change in species. Once I appear as human to the women working in the technical missions division, they talk more amongst themselves, and their dialogue with me softcore is almost patronizing. Here on Gaianesia human women are not permitted outdoor outside japanese the Subardin enclave unescorted, so Red Duchess’s team have to make a pretense of accompanying me, to avoid other Gaianesians believing I’m an illegal. Luckily I’m assigned Hoola as my companion, Solo and as the hours count down towards launch she is better able to calm my mounting nerves. Whether whatever God was watching cared for the whole sorry affair, Alice preferred not to question. How ashamed you must have felt, following my orders for day after long day when there was no real compulsion to obey at all. I was Brock’s queen, Zander’s destiny, and Arbor’s ally, but no one’s friend. I felt blessed. Holly rubbed her hands over my chest, nuzzling her raven haired head onto it she whispered, “Oh Matt. I stayed right where I was standing, as she walked towards my door, I couldn’t help looking at her ass as it jiggled in her little japanese green g-string, my stiff cock pressed hard against the thin fabric of her panties I was wearing. "For a goodie-two-shoes, you put up one hell of a fight," Megan said. “I love it! "Let me in please," she cried out, the tears starting to flow. He was face-to-face with the black lace panties that belonged to Brie. But, they only thought of her as a fuck doll, they were not serious about her at all. Kara started to relax a bit. "Let me guess...hmm...somewhere off the east coast?" She thought the cock she was sucking on was similar to her husband’s and she thought to herself she would have to have Jim remove his pubes some time as she liked the smooth feel of the electrician and she liked the feelings he was forcing upon her pussy, that’s right she reminded herself, he’s forcing me to suck him and he’s forcing me to take this vibrator up my cunt, I’ve got to get him to have his jolly’s as fast softcore as I can and then perhaps he will leave, so sucking, licking, harder and faster she went until suddenly the electrician pulled out. Then, there is a stab of pain in your asian arm, and you pause, looking not at my pale face, but at where you have been bitten. Her cock pressed on, in and out, steadily and hungrily, pushing me further. We all got dressed, and in the process, introduced Jenny to clothes. None of the girls even looked at them; they just sat there staring outdoor at the back of the girl in front. "Lick it," Laura hissed, and finally Erica obeyed. "I do that, too, sometimes when Mommy's getting ready to spank me, I get so nervous," Jada whispered. I loved the sounds my woman made when I Solo pleased them.