I’ve never seen her so defeated, so broken. Every instinct yearns to comfort her, but with my only option to massage her clitoris with my nose, I hold back. I don’t know if she’d find the stimulation a comforting distraction, or if she’d be repelled asian by the shameful sexual liaison with her own twin. So helplessly I wait and endure, with my arms stretched out and my face in in Gara’s sex organs while Klink rapes me, and she sobs. Riyena taunts us, from her place on the bed. “That’s right Gaianesians, let it out…” she gloats. “Because you two are so screwed. You’re gonna wish you were dead a million times before we’re done, but after tomorrow’s over you’re not even gonna have that choice.” So it’s as I feared. Tomorrow. Only one night left and then I’ll be implanted, marked, my free will destroyed by a chip in my brain stem that will make me subservient to men for the rest of my life. In time with this news, Klink climaxes inside my ass with an animal grunt and for a moment I’m able to hate him more than Riyena. When he’s done I weep too. I do wish I was dead, and I know I am going to crave that final release over and over during my future that contains nothing but sexual servitude. But there’s no escape, not from the surface of Aghara-Penthay. Not when you’re female. Not when you’re a slave. 26 - Processed The ankle bracelet containing my fake DNA information is first to go. At the start of my mission, I was dreading a lifetime carrying that badge of shame linking me to Rosila Volati, Ilushin One. Who’d have thought its absence would be a bad thing for me and not a good one – a signal that far worse things are coming? They’ve strapped me into a chair – the wide foot stirrups making it much like the gynecological ones used at home for the breeding insemination, only with those there were no restrains to secure the sitter. Today I’m as good as paralyzed. I’ve been buckled into place at my wrist and ankle. A heavy belt around my waist pins me back against the seat. There are two more bracelets encircling my knees to keep my thighs apart - as though my genitals weren’t already exposed and defenseless enough. A band across my forehead keeps my skull back against the padded rest. I saw the small hole I saw in the headrest while they buckled me down. I know what it’s for, that hole, as I’ve already seen the matching tool among the medical paraphernalia on the counter. That’s where the implanter gun goes. The medic about to end the life I know is a young fellow with a neatly trimmed beard. For a moment when I walked in I thought he was going to be more professional than the other Slavers, but when Gara was led into japanese the room Schoolgirls behind me he said, “Twins… Nice!” and I knew he was as heartless, and male, as the rest of them. Gara and I had five minutes whispered conversation last night and we’d agreed to try and break away and end ourselves during the walk to processing, but that too we were denied. Klink arrived in our cell with a large escort of Slaver guards. There wasn’t the least chance of escape. “Gaianesians,” Klink tells the doctor once I’m safely secured, although it’s probably unnecessary to state my species - my markings have returned during the night. I saw my haggard sorry reflection in the surgery mirror and also noted the first signs of their color beginning to shift. This catastrophe shocked me less than I would have believed. I suppose that’s because it doesn’t matter now if I’m shamed in the eyes of my own people or not. It’s not as though I’ll ever return to my home. “Gaianesian man haters,” the doctor smiles. "I guess so," I replied. I never went back to him again, and for the next long while, I stayed focused on being with women. I did not even know she had something like that. To add to all that the chemical mix between her and the pig seemed to alter her DNA or japanese whatever. Just watch it, and either cum or asian don't, it's fine either way." "After all, obviously she's open to new things when she's drunk. I lick my way down to her shoulders causing her Schoolgirls to emit a low moan. I called the hospital to check on Jill. I’ll check in with you later. He’d had a bit of a crush on Jane ever since he joined Woodward as a history teacher five months ago. I wanted that rapture.