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I shuffle forwards, using as large a pace as I’m able to in the ankle shackles. For a moment there is more unexpected resistance from my arms, which seem unable to keep with me and are pulled painfully backwards, but then I hear Ja-alixxe catching up behind me and I can return my hands to their place protecting my buttocks. We are secured together then, in some fashion I cannot see. The journey we make is not back to the recreation room, where I was traded and she was captured, and we hentai are not taken to the bridge. Instead our chain gang waddles a short distance to the docking bay. The guards do not give us an opportunity to escape. Around us the color scheme of the bland corridors changes to show we have changed vessels, and abruptly we find ourselves moving out onto a wide, busy concourse lined with shops, cafes and bars. I know where we are, although fetish only from having seen it on video screens. I’ve never visited here in reality, and never wanted to unless it was as part of a mission sent to destroy the place. This is the trading station. Aghara-Penthay is the name of the planet below. In orbit around the planet is the trading station – a vast hub that’s decreed the only point in the Slaver’s realm accessible to outsiders. This security measure makes it impossible for women to escape once they have been transported to the surface. Only the Slaver’s own shuttles allow access from the ground back up to the station – the route out to freedom. Slaves – i.e. all females, are not permitted on the shuttles cartoon except under escort, and they only make this journey twice - when they are transported down to be trained, and then back up after processing to be auctioned. Around me on the station, I know that in large rooms off the concourse will be the various auction halls, dealing in everything from run-of-the-mill domestic or pleasure women exchanged for modest sums of money, through to the sale rooms for rare or significant females who change hands for fortunes. Although the main trade on Aghara-Penthay anime is in women, and my sex is present all around me, the male population in the trading station significantly outnumbers the female. Men flock here in their droves to enjoy the most notorious fleshpot in the galaxy. They come to buy pleasure, easy gratification, either for the night or by purchasing more permanent ownership. Unarmed and outnumbered, even women who end up passing through here in larger groups have no chance of revolt or escape. The majority of fellow females that I see are naked save for chains which link them together in long lines of servitude. All the Slaver men are armed, most with the hateful goads and a few with blaster weapons which could do more serious harm. Some of the sisters in bondage who mill around us are new arrivals, some are leaving, and some seem to be in service here on the station. I don’t need any skill BDSM to tell the difference between trained women, returned back up here and on their way out to be sold, and new captures about to descend into a world of torture and humiliation on the planet’s surface. Processed women have their faces tattooed with the slave-mark – the sign of degradation that they will carry for life. Although I cannot see the implants buried in these women’s skulls – an even more terrible lifelong burden, I know each one of them carries one. For the mark of a true slave is applied only when the girl is implanted. The new arrivals like Ja-alixxe and myself are yet to be marked. These fresh captures usually look terrified and broken and are frequently crying. Processed women have more stoic expressions of acceptance, and some of them actually look eager to be sold. Perhaps anything is better than the horror waiting for us down on the surface. The pain suddenly turned to extreme pleasure as his knot pushed hard on her G-spot as his balls mashed her clit with each hentai stroke in her cunt. People really were looking at me. No one said anything, but lots were looking at me. The hot spray of their shower stung my still reddened ass. cartoon “N-no,” Stephanie shaking her head as her face flushed red. Sharing Huck's cum? My dad’s got to go up country a bit today to look at a broken down bulldozer. We anime sat in the breakfast nook and drank coffee. Ronda’s mouth and my own met in an erotic kiss. “Good!” gasped the redhead, her fiery hair dancing about her shoulders. I said to Amy, "watch he's going to give her anything BDSM she wants, she has him wrapped around her finger, thank God fetish I taught her well!" I mean, he seemed to have more fun than me and most of the time after he smeared me up with cum we were done. And now I was not only in fear of her safety...I had mine to worry for as well. He was such a strong man. I remembered when he was in the uniform at twenty. Each of their lipstick's mix and rub onto the other's face. Not just pussies, but big, throbbing shafts thrusting from their folds.