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The processing and training of Slaver-owned women takes place down on the surface of the oxide red desert world below. I catch glimpses of the planet through the many viewing windows, which give the mezzanine level of the trading station an airy, open feel. Offworld males are only permitted down to the surface under exceptional circumstances, so the Hub serves as the meeting point with the rest of the galaxy. I have been thoroughly briefed on its layout. The more businesslike facilities on its upper level include auction halls where women are displayed then sold to the highest bidders, and meeting rooms where special negotiations take place, such as agreeing the capture and training of a slave to order. Freelance hunters or unscrupulous escorts often sell women to the Slavers, and those deals are also concluded on the upper level. Below us is the docking ring level where the Slavers’ heavily-armored warships moor, where supply ships land and where the visiting tramp shuttles arrive. The mezzanine on the middle floor is dedicated to serving the pleasures of visiting males, whether they be nutritional, narcotic or sexual. Brightly lit bars and brothels are everywhere. Blasting music hurts my ears. Females flit about – almost all with their faces marked; some permitted the red wraps of those owned by Aghara-Penthay, a pussy few in blue, but many forced to remain naked. After a gymnastics competition I once blowjob showered with dozens of the other competitors, Hardcore but I’ve never seen as many naked women as surround me today. Every fetish and preference is catered for. All races and species may be hired for an hour’s pleasure, and I see many examples of the diverse galactic tastes. There are old women and women engineered to seem perpetually young. For a price, there are women who may be restrained and tortured. There are fertile women, for those whose urge is to impregnate. Women who act wantonly, as though they welcome the sexual encounter, and those compelled to resist. Women who provide non-sexual services such as massages, and women who move on all fours in suits which make them seem like animals. For the homosexual visitor there is a brothel which sells the much rarer males slaves – control-chip implanted and with their bodies free from hair just like with most of their dream female counterparts. cumshot Some form of nanotech seems to keep the male’s organs permanently erect, for each of the four slaves standing nude at the front of the house has his cock rampant, readily protruding at ninety degrees from his body. Although women are the main commodity on Aghara-Penthay, the sheer number of tourists means that men still outnumber us on the mezzanine. However, although I’d been dreading landing here, in actuality I receive less harassment than on the Bountiful Sluts. While guys stare just as much and continue to mentally undress me, with so many Aghara-Penthay females available for hire not many lecherous males make the effort of interacting with a woman marked by her blue wrap as clearly private. I see no sign of Dealla, the woman from the changing room. I’d wanted to wish her farewell. I do recognize a plump woman who spent the voyage nude though. She is now in a blue wrap and making off towards a brothel named “Orgasm in Restraint” in the arms of two men. I’m not sure which of them is her owner. Acheron and I are able to find enough space in the crowds to converse without being overheard, and I’m grateful for a brief chance to drop the “Master” and my fake subservience. Her small hand gripped around his thick girth, though she wasnt able to hold his full width in one hand, he still groaned out at her touch. I lick my way down his dick towards his balls and lick around his scrotum, it's really weird but I can still taste Emily, and that makes up for it. She's used the last of her savings to pussy pay the rent but now she has no job and no money, her 18 year old Son Brent has also been looking for jobs but again it seems like no one is hiring especially a student with no work experience. The gag was still in her mouth so she could not speak. She made us some snacks after I instructed her. I pressed harder, and it felt like my cock was trying to bend backward. About the same time her big Hardcore fat whore mother cums while my mom eats her out. I walked into this bar, looking for a little diversions for the evening and possibly another name and number to enter on my active lover’s list for this city. We had the better part of almost every day to hang out and do all the things we wanted to do during the school year. He’s considerate, kind, but that’s because it’s wired into his brain that being nice will get him more sex. They head back out to the cumshot pool. She felt eyes on her as she walked confidently through the crowd. “Awhh, thanks Madison,” I said jokingly. The other, two fingers pressing against her sex, stretching her slightly before withdrawing. blowjob I totally didn’t suspect you. I don't know why but I pulled around the corner and quietly made my way to the back of the house. I pumped my mother full dream of my incestuous load. “But the bet?” “What about you, Momo, what do you think?” She'd set her drink down and was standing at the tailgate, pretending she was a man, her hips thrusting back and forth while her hands were holding onto imaginary legs. And I will see about getting you to rise.” My futa-sister drew back her cock. I panted as his balls pressed against my clit. I suggested that we order some room service as I was sure there was more than just me being hungry. The guy got dismissed by Clara, but shortly after that Lewis and Dylan appeared. This was way beyond any pleasure she had given herself masturbating. After dashing themselves to destruction at the top of the beach, most were unwilling to do so again by the water. For a while I would get excited coming home with my bikini on. I felt her youthful body against mine.