With that the doctor gives us the dreaded slave mark. It looks like a black box that he holds over the side of my face, but when it’s pressed down there’s a white hot pain like I’m being touched by molten metal. It’s over almost before I’ve had time to scream, but my face feels different afterwards and I feel as though the box has scarred me to my soul. Gara’s cry when it’s her turn is like the howl of a tortured animal. Looking at her I can see a reflection of how I must appear – the marking of a healthy Gaianesian woman overlaid with the dark swirling tattoo pattern proving forever she has been defeated, and made slave on Aghara-Penthay. No, no, please, no, I’ve been marked! Gods, I can never go home! “I’m surprised the few slaves that are rescued never get their marks burned off.” Klink says conversationally. “They could remove them with acid and then repair their faces with the bacta.” “That’s a good point,” remarks the doctor. “We wondered that too. A Slaver scientists did a study. Turns out it’s an unexpected outcome of the implanting that the female soon comes to see the mark as adorable part of her identity, and she feels it’s as wrong to remove it as it would be chopping off a tit. We burnt them off a few slaves anyway. When the woman recovers the contradiction of knowing herself unmarked and yet implanted causes a psychic trauma and her identity shatters. Removing the tattoo is girlfriend almost as risky as surgically digging out the implant.” The implanter. “No!” I plead, for I that’s what he’s reaching for now. The implanter gun. This is it. With implantation they aren’t just enslaving me. They’re destroying the Lara I know. What’s cutie left will be a cruel distortion of my hooker former self – submissive, incestuously obsessed with my own sister, repelled cuty by men. The doctor presses my head back against the rest with one hand. His skin is warm and clammy. For the second time in days, my bladder releases from sheer fear. “Kid I’m just trying to be straight with you,” I tell him and he laughs a little. adorable Sekhar got up, walked to the kitchen cupboard and returned with a bottle of Red wine. I had to keep gulping to get it all down. She started to wiggle her ass as he thrust, allowing his dick to reach different parts of her cunt, rubbing her 'G' spot with his helmet and hitting her cervix with each well timed push. I'll give you a couple of your Dad's viagra to get you through but by the squeals from your sister earlier I'm sure your youthful energy will keep you going a while. His hand gave it a squeeze a couple times as my cock was getting hard just watching cutie him touch my daughters leg. I’m guessing it was the last one.” Then Ed would come home in a drunken stupor, usually to pass out on top of the bed, still in his work girlfriend clothes. I thought that I don’t deserve happiness because they would never get to feel it again.” It was intense. But I shouldn't be surprised. When your father called and told us he wanted three women pierced with heavy rings, well, I thought it was your mother, her sister, and someone else. Julie gathered her thoughts and walked to the door, holding her coat closed but not really caring if anyone saw her. She wanted to see them up close. Lie with cuty me, sister; let me see how far I can slide my tongue up your… oh.” "No, not really." She wiggled it around in me, stirring up my butt-hole. After a couple minutes, he wanted to switch hooker to doggy and finally missionary. Snape hated Harry for what his father and godfather did to him in school.