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“If you must, Sir,” I say. “You have been critical in our Republic’s fight against the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay,” he begins, “and proven your courage again and again.” There is not much I can reply with to this lingerie flattery, but, “It’s a fight I believe in, General.” It is a cause close to my heart. I detest the Slavers, and everything they represent, and I think there is no more important task for the space fleet than bringing about their defeat. For decades, no, centuries, the Slavers have been the scourge of this part of the galaxy. Acting like common raiders, they prey on ships following their legitimate business along the trade routes, and like all pirates the Slavers come not to destroy, but to plunder. As their title suggests, their fortune comes from the capture and sale of slaves. They’ve been so successful amateur at this work that over the centuries they’ve grown hugely wealthy. These riches enabled them to afford so many ships and armaments to protect themselves that now they can menace this region with impunity. Even the Republic’s space fleet cannot currently beat them in their home territory, and dare not approach their hub, the horrific planet of Aghara-Penthay. We’ve fought a series of skirmishes along the frontier, encounter after encounter for decades and no sign of a victor. “We all want to see them defeated,” says the general with a nod of agreement that our cause is the right one. “And I can imagine that as a woman, you particularly oppose them.” Briefly I feel myself scowl, disliking any reference to my gender and how it might make a difference. He is, however, unfortunately correct. While the Slavers deal in slaves of any kind, and are known for selling some healthy, strong males for breeding stock or for intense physical labor, their specialty and their fortune comes from trading women. Beautiful women. The sexual desires of the galaxy’s men are insatiable, and the immoral rich and powerful will always pay well for compliant, broken, and most importantly Nipples desirable, female slaves. So, yes, given that as I too am a female considered to be unusually attractive, it is in my own interest to free the galaxy from their threat. My gender makes us automatic enemies. “You are perhaps the highest profile woman serving in the Republic fleet,” continues the general. “Your success in battle against the Slavers has made you a symbol of woman’s struggle for equal rights in the galaxy.” I am further irritated as once more the general brings my sex into the discussion, so I wave an arm dismissively. Okay, the fleet’s publicity arm put me in a propaganda movie, and they used my image on a recruiting poster to attract more women into the fleet, but I never sought that attention. “I’m not interested in being famous, or a symbol, general, if that’s the issue,” I reply with increasing annoyance. “If that’s what’s what you want to talk about, I’d welcome a lower profile.” “Nonetheless, you have grown into a figurehead, and caught the notice of the galaxy, and the Slavers themselves,” he says, moving on in a calm tone, like I’m a difficult beast he’s trying to settle. The general looks at me shrewdly, and even more carefully he says, “Your beauty has only added to the attention you receive. A journalist described you as both the most famous and the most desirable woman in the Republic fleet.” Being reminded of this statement, and the teasing I received after its publication, makes me really angry. “What difference does all that make, General?” I snap back, masturbation not hiding the hostility in my voice. “You know that’s all baloney.” “It matters because your reputation makes you a target, Melena,” he answers patiently. “Imagine the damage to the Republican fleet’s credibility and the fear that will spread through the Republic’s women if even the great Melena de Santo was paraded as a sex slave.” I dismiss this indian as well, for I have long known what the Slavers would try to do with me if I were captured, but I get on with the job anyway and I avoid contemplating that fate. I devote my efforts to the downfall of the Slavers, not to fearing them. This pair of panties was a wild success. Already that hot itch filled my pussy. I couldn't believe he had told her! I start at your shoulders and begin to massage your back. There was cum leaking from both her holes than began to slightly pool masturbation on her sheets. My mouth dropped open, and she slid her fingers in. “Now suck me.” What are you guys doing out here?” Carter asked, smiling at them, looking right at the girl’s bare chests. All across the US and Europe TV channels began to pick up on the unfolding drama and men cheered and whooped as the near naked Mitzy with only her head in its veil and her legs in silk stockings but otherwise bare, was frog marched her down the aisle. And the sad, pathetic, demoralizing thing was, part of what he said was true. Jane confusedly said, “She doesn’t work here, or at least she hasn’t this summer. Her smile showed both intensity and confidence, reaching out to me. Was she connecting with me, or was it all my imagination? Please let me Nipples know if you liked the story. Chapter Eleven Looking down the path, Jane saw a happy mutt of a dog trotting towards her. ”Oh my God” Heather thought. We hadn’t thought about rings. He said lingerie it was going to be a great follow-up to yesterday's fun in amateur our basement . . . Inside she found a thin white skirt that seemed strangely large. We stayed in that position for a few minutes then I indian pulled her down to her side and laid behind her, she lifted her leg to give me access then I entered her again. They moved through the camp unchallenged. Jerry was laughing as he scooted his chair back to where it had been. He took a sit in the living room with a book at 11 pm with the thought his girls would be back any minute. I found myself drifting, almost floating to the floor as Ms. Tyrell lowered me onto the hardwood. He skid the drinks to the blonde and her black man. 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