Bozena and Kristof

“I’d already assumed you’d want that,” the doctor says indicating a tool that looks like an ear-piercing gun. “I can stop every hair below their necks growing with one shot of this.” He picks up the tool and without my consent the slave processing begins, amateur the gun pressed into my thigh and a soft click. Then leaning over to Gara she receives the same treatment. In my leg is a strange icy cold sensation, as though I’ve been numbed. As it spreads through my body the chill fades until I can no longer detect it. “Do you know about the new upgraded slave mark?” The doctor asks Klink while he does this. “Occasionally masters want to take their slaves through immigration into worlds that have outlawed slavery. It’s a nuisance to cover the mark over with cosmetics. So we found out how to add smart tech in the tattoo. With a command by the owner, the mark is turned invisible. All you need to do then is order the female to blowjob pretend she’s a free cunt, and her implant compels her to obey. Right past the Republic guards and into captivity. It costs three times the price, but that shouldn’t be a problem for someone with your credits.” “Nice - give them that.” Klink says. “I have to travel into Republic space sometimes and it might be handy to take some pussy with me.” “If you’ve no further specifications?” the doctor asks. “I can have your slaves deliver themselves once they’re Hardcore under the control of the implants, or you can stay to watch if you like.” “I’ll stay…” says Klink, shuffling in his creaking chair to get more comfortable. “I love to see the look on their faces when the implant goes in and they know they’re fucked.” With that the doctor gives us the dreaded slave mark. It looks like a black box that he holds over the side of my face, but when it’s pressed down there’s a white hot pain like I’m being touched by molten metal. teen It’s over almost before I’ve had time to scream, but my face couple feels different afterwards and I feel as though the box has scarred me to my soul. Gara’s cry when it’s her turn is like the howl of a tortured animal. Looking at her I can see a reflection of how I must appear – the marking of a healthy Gaianesian woman overlaid with the dark swirling tattoo pattern proving forever she has been defeated, and made slave on Aghara-Penthay. She puts on a terrycloth robe and hurriedly collects the scented candles, and other sex paraphernalia used the night before. He is weak. She looked humiliated, but I can see her obvious pleasure as the big black dick uses her. “Get your shorts off, sit on my face, and let's sixty-nine!” I looked at the barely there white dress she was wearing with a halo perched on top of her head. “See.” I rose up on my knees and spread my teen thighs. I was studying 3rd Hardcore year degree course then. Jane laughed. But I would give her what she craved. Then she separated maa’s lips and putting my dick head there said “ orey thoseyara.” (orey shove it in). Maybe Stephanie was joking? I groan loudly myself, when I cum. That started me thinking about my pussy. Already after a month and a half she was sure she blowjob knew but she kept this to herself for now. That added couple such a treat to the bliss convulsing through my snatch. The first two times I fucked my sister I was cautious, slow in my approach but as soon as the motel door closed I dropped to my knees then put my head under her skirt and inhaled the fragrance of perfume mixed with the amateur sensual musk of her body. The entire hill hummed as my soul worked the mechanism, directing the massive forces contained within the hill.