Gods, it feels as though it’s set me on fire! My nostrils flare with the smell of my own burnt flesh. With the earlier treatments my agony was brief, but this time the heat is real and it barely fades from its peak once the brand is withdrawn. In the aftermath of suffering I weep with misery. Such humiliation – knowing I now have the word “Boobs” on my rump. “From now, on I order you to know yourself and each other only as Tits and Boobs, and to forget your former names,” Klink tells us while the wire is being reconfigured for my sister. I look amateur at my owner with fresh indignation. This indian is barbaric – they can’t order me to forget my very identity. My name is… And my eyes widen in horror as I look to my twin. My twin, Tits. With increasing desperation I scrabble round for a memory like I’m an insect scrambling to escape a trap. My name is… my name is… But the first one I latch on - early childhood, a teacher giving me a task, she simply says “Boobs, show us on the screen.” Over my sister’s shriek as she’s burnt with the iron comes the next memory of my mother’s exasperation as she inspects the bruises and torn clothing of her squabbling offspring: “Tits! Boobs! Stop fighting each other.” No! I had another name once, at least I think I did, but it’s gone. There’s only my new title branded into my flank. And they’ve done the same to my beloved sister. Tits has been marked. Is that all? The medic is reaching for the buckles around her ankles. Slowly the layers of Tits’ restraints come away and she can move. Freed, she gingerly touches the angry oozing brand that scars the perfect luscious curve of her buttock. Even doing that she’s stunningly graceful. I’ve never truly watched her before today, but every movement she makes is like a balletic dance. “Don’t scratch at it slaves,” chides the doctor. “It will be sore as hell for a few days.” I’m grateful to be freed teen from the stirrups. While I stand trembling on the floor to stretch and flex sore limbs my owner Egregious Klink pulls two bundles of red fabric from pockets in his clothing. “Graduation presents, slaves,” he taunts. “Put these on.” I comply immediately. It’s been almost a day since I last wore a stitch of clothing. Then it was the blue wrap of a private slave, and not long before that a jumpsuit of Gaianesia. I was a woman with a future and hopes. Boobs, they called me. A proud citizen of my planet. Now I’m someone completely different. A woman wearing red wrap of a slave girl of Aghara-Penthay. 27 – Routine A week of my new life passes. It already seems like an eternity from the other reality where I’d been free, and it becomes more and more difficult to remember how that felt while my new existence becomes ingrained. Amanda took her hand and smeared my cum all over my mouth before she shoved her fingers between my lips making me taste its saltiness. I popped her tit out of my mouth once my orgasm subsided. And when I saw him look down at his own penis, I immediately realized that, due to the fact that I was too busy orgasming my ass off, I hadn't been actively playing with his dick, like he had wanted me to do. "Were you watching? ‘Oooh, nooo, Darius, don’t...don’t stop’ She moaned breathlessly. The gravitons flowed out of Paris and ran across my skin in a blink of an eye. But on the other hand, being an extremely horny, bi-sexual woman who hadn't gotten any dick for a few years, Jan naturally yearned to feel a nice stiff penis--and especially a warm gooey wad of sperm--inside her vagina once again. Deb had never used birth control and over the last 17 years they only managed to have four children. “Ummm…, I want to show you something.” Hoped he wouldn't. “No. Stop by my house when you’re finished with your shift.” I had purposely left my dick hanging out after I came so he could see it when he opened his eyes after his orgasm, he amateur noticed alright. They all want to touch my breasts. She then helped Katie up off the table and onto a chair, her legs shaking so much she couldn't stand up. She didn't try to make me cum, just kept me hard and maintained the pleasure buzzing through me. Almost like a baby sucking on a pacifier. "No I wasn't, and you're welcome. It seriously looked that the slowly overweight man just allowed the facial hair to grow wild. I indian have Michael here. He nudged a few more times and then his head entered me a little. "Mom just don't you say like that, if you want it then fine, just don't use words likes that, it doesn't suit you" I have been weakening the protection; you must come soon before Mistress Marie discovers me.] Then it was gone. It was nice and big around 7 inches. Fuck yes.” Janet felt his cock throbbing as he was pumping his cum into her womb. I gave teen my self to Daddy right from the beginning, and I asked to be his.