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While our looks are unimportant, if she’s been scarred it would be a pity. I don’t sense that’s the case – it doesn’t match the nightmares - but some injury to her lower body would explain the repeating phantom pelvic pains. The shuttle port is busy – a buzz of bright and bubbly student women chatting, and also diligent drone-males about their tasks. Seeing life continue as normal eases my fears a little. I note with satisfaction that the fashion for women growing their hair is continuing to spread. Defying the inherent risks, more than half the student girls around me have rejected the safer and more practical buzz-cut that is typical in older generation of Gaianesian women, i.e. they who served during less successful years at the battle front. I take it as a good sign – that in spite of the constant threats from our nearest planetary neighbors on Harka-Ringworld, and the danger to a Gaianesian female in having long hair, these girls feel secure enough to adopt the galactic fashion of the human women. I too am prone to the same vanities as my comrades. Gara and I wear our hair particularly long, our glossy dark brunette color prized among Gaianesians as much as it is among the humans. We don’t just do it for the appearance - I like the sensation of feeling the perfectly straight strands brush against the curves of my buttocks when I’m nude. In the years when we were still a family, Gara and I could spend hours doing nothing but brushing each other’s hair, enjoying the euphoric calm this would produce with its warm tingling at the most intimate place between our legs – a tingling that told us we were ending our time as children and we had become women. That was until our mother discovered us in the act, and forbad us participating in such demeaning behavior. Red-faced with fury, she lectured that Gaianesian women had not fought so hard for freedom from our own males and the Harkens for us to start acting like hentai slaves. bigtits Mother… I smile sadly as I think of her. Gara was always her favorite, even though the two of us are so similar. It’s perhaps a mercy that the ship carrying my mother on a routine mission to Calico was vaporized – an instant of freakish bad luck manifested as friendly fire from our own ground defenses. If mother were alive today she’d have been distraught by… well… whatever is going on with Gara. Gara, I silently shout to the blue sky. Where are you? Not knowing is the worst part. I pass a giant screen above the concourse carrying live news feeds from across the galaxy. They would be unlikely to publish news relevant to an intelligence operative, but I glance at the board anyway. Nothing there about space disasters, or battles with the Harkens or Aghara-Penthay. The news is still dominated by the political scandal raging between our leader President Dolan, and the male rights campaigner Ilona Minani. Ilona’s party believe we should stop dosing the drones and let them take a place in society as do human males. That is not scandalous in itself – equality campaigners have agitated since the first White Queen. What’s filling the tabloids is President Dolan’s allegation that Ilona has gone further than that, and indulged in the most shameful act possible from a woman in our society – sexual submission to a male. Ilona spent two years on the vice planet of Merlon – a world controlled by cartoon cartels where just about everything was for sale, so she certainly would have been in the presence of non-pacified men. And the young are often attracted to experiment with the taboo. But I don’t believe there is more. with every man and women in the place, It was My mind was racing but was finally able to take a piss, washed my face and hands then walked out. He seemed to enjoy himself as he drank, pausing several bigtits times to savor her nectar and licking her clean inside and out as he finished. As her hand came up to her face she saw the slave bracelet. It was at this moment that I lost control and realised that my normal confidence was evaporating as she reached across, held his cock and smiling, gestured for me to suck it. Very erotically and very slowly. Georgia nodded her head, her brassy hair sparkling in the sunlight. She had teased herself, shrinking a little more with each mating, doing things that hurt just so she could tell herself it was what Dumin liked. I looked down at her face to witness what was probably her first real orgasm. He was even more surprised when a huge cartoon black blur stopped the fist inches from his face. Giving each other one last kiss, we headed back down the trail to find our parents. The motor was hentai now doing all the work and I was just taking the pleasure. So I joined in, and within less than a minute or two, we were both energetically pumping away at each other's dicks at the same time. Then it was over.