During the next long period when I’m once again alone, still hanging from my wrists and facing the wall of my cell, there is little to do but try to imagine what this plan might be. 4 - Business My dread has reached a level where I can barely keep from crying out when the moment finally arrives, and Ja-alixxe’s ship vibrates with the sounds of us docking. She will come for me any moment, or maybe she’ll send Slavers in here to collect me. She will give me to them. They will put their hands inside my wrap, and they will touch me. They’ll want to put their cocks in me. After the bass boom of docking, the ship falls almost silent as Ja-Alixxe ramps back the engines. I wish I could stop time, but it passes anyway. Slavers are coming for me, I scream in indian silent panic. And when the door to my cell opens, just as I’d dreaded it is not the familiar beautiful face of the bounty hunter I see. The person before me wears a breathing mask that completely surrounds the head, and a dark brown jumpsuit that protects the body from any exposure to the air. In his hand is a weapon, held like a baton, a prod or goad where the wielder can stimulate pain receptors by squeezing the handle. A blast gun is also at this person’s belt, ready to deal with more serious situations. At first I think this alien is one of the Slavers, already come to claim me, and in sudden panic I wail and try to shrink back, paddling my feet in the air to the limits of my restraints and making my chains jingle. But then I see the slim build of the figure, and how the jumpsuit disguises the shape of the chest, and I understand. “This is your plan for the trade,” I say to Ja-alixxe, calming my terrors and hanging still from my bonds. I have to admire her ingenuity. Even the electronically synthesized voice she uses to reply sounds masculine. “Melena - I can paralyze you completely and drag you along to the Slaver ship like I did before,” the male voice says, “but it will be more pleasant for both of us if you agree to co-operate and walk on your feet. For if you’re numbed and you arrive soiled, the first thing they’ll do is wash you.” Not wanting to be stripped and interfered with, I comply, indicating this with a nod. The last thing I want when I meet the Slavers is to be paralyzed and even more helpless. Ja-alixxe lowers me to the ground, and my bare feet touch the cool alloy of the floor. Gradually my wrists come down. My arms blaze with unexpected pain the moment I move, muscles protesting at the sudden change in my position after hours of suspension. I’m free from the ceiling, but my wrists remain shackled. Ja-Alixxe only unchains my ankles from the ring in the floor to immediately rebind me. I am to walk in my chains. In this fashion, like a condemned prisoner on their way to the gallows, I shuffle through her teen ship, proceeding in as large steps as my ankle bracelets permit. The fabric of my slave wrap is almost weightless, and I can feel it waft around me even with my restricted movements, brushing my skin with an intimate kiss. As I slowly sank down the rigid pole, my eyes closed and a deep sigh escaped my lips. Apart from one small bit on the end of my left nipple the paint was intact. “I guess,” I said, my voice hoarse. Chandra blushed and adjusted her glasses. Her grandmother had cruel streak towards anyone who shamed her including her own children. Chapter One It kept going. “I think I’m indian ready for this.” We have 64,000 employees. We teen are now both 18 and will be heading off to university soon and the strange thing is, it will be separate universities which marks the end of an era. Swiftly pulling his dick out. I did, the alarm went off and I had to go and be frisked. He leaned back in his chair. I didn't know what to say at that point but I did know that it was turning me on more and more. I didn’t actually realize just how important my actions were until after I had been with Ashley; the experience just ramped up too quickly.