A week of my new life passes. It already seems like an eternity from the other reality where I’d been free, 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, deepthroat 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 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 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 special instructions we endure. japanese 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 Brunette pen carrying the heavy pans of slave broth asian they blowjob 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. She had been too late, Lucius had cum inside of her. I squeal and squirm and pound japanese my fists into the mattress as Eddie lewdly humps against my bottom. She had a fondness for sucking cock and drinking cum, but she wasn't much for showing off. My cunt clamped down on his dick. Jeremy drops me on the floor. He just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. “How did asian it go?” said Julie sounding a little breathless. Between blowjob her tongue action, humming and sucking me into her throat, I was on the verge of blowing my deepthroat load so I warned her. Fatigue melted away from me as a curious exhilaration tingled through me. An eagerness to discover Ava's whereabouts. Alex bit his lip as she tugged her leggings back up into place around her hips. I smiled at her words, how little did she know. I Brunette love that. ‘That’s a good idea, tan lines are totally ugly.’