The japanese girl Slave washes every inch of me, including cleaning my hair, and she diligently removes all traces of the filth that was crusted to me. I get soaked in the process, but I dry quickly in the sun, even though it’s late afternoon. With the cleaning complete she opens a small jar, which BDSM I see contains a pale ointment, like a skin cream. “This contains the healing bacta,” she whispers, speaking for the first time. Her voice is heavily accented – she’s not from a Republic planet. “The Slavers call it ‘cunt paste’. I must put it inside you. It will hurt at first, but it works quickly. By tonight you will be completely recovered.” I protest but then I am penetrated anyway, this time by a girl. It is painful when she slips even something as slim as her finger into me, and I can’t help moaning. However the ointment feels cool and my soreness starts to recede immediately. The woman walks round behind me now. I hear her crouch down and she parts the cheeks of my buttocks. Before she’s even entered me the spreading of my gluteal muscles is uncomfortable, and I instinctively tense, to resist being further splayed. “It will hurt less if you relax,” she urges me, and I do try to keep still, but I my body reflexively strains with the pain anyway when she violates me for a second time. But once I’m through the ordeal, there too the cream produces almost immediate relief. I am not grateful to these people that my internal damage is bring fixed. It is a cruelty, and not a mercy, that they have the technology which can heal such as me so easily. A woman can be tortured to the point of death, scarred, burnt, dismembered, and the Slavers merely have to dump her into a bacta tank to regenerate her entire body. Old women can be regenerated into young ones. Women can have their bodies altered to please the master’s wishes – extra breasts or holes, a different face, anything is possible. The Slavers will probably heal me many times in the coming weeks, but I expect they will not want to alter my appearance. The importance of their victory is that it domination is over Colonel Melena de Santo of the Republic fleet, so they will make sure I remain recognizable as the poster girl of the military. Any major alterations they inflict on me will be psychological only – permanent modifications to my personality using my implant. My mind is still numbed by the enormity of what I’ve just endured, so right now I don’t know how badly I’ve been mentally damaged. No doubt, the time when I flinch and cower like a dog at a man’s merest movement is coming. Since my capture on Doshenk’s ship the Slavers have done everything they can to teach me that I’m worthless and powerless, with my only function to be an object of lust. I’ve resisted them, still clinging to remains of the proud colonel I once was, but I sense that defeat after defeat is beginning to change me to someone who believes herself a victim, seeing no future beyond my sexual slavery. Only two hours earlier I was free, a Rape Runner, with a chance of returning to normal life but already it feels like my distant past. Brutal The events before my capture belong to another life, so the flickering to life of the screen in the sky, and the blare of noise to indicate that a sixth Runner has been caught bemuses me, and I’m somehow surprised that there are women still competing. She started to moan and squirm. I threw my body back onto my bed and spread my legs wide, my hands going to my pussy immediately. It had been quick, but Darlene's lips on hers had a lasting effect. I was so excited I knew I would cum in seconds . . . A few months later, we… can’t believe I’m telling you this…….. She started swaying, which again reminded how motherly she could be. Not as tasty as her twat, but he loved every second his tongue spent pressed against her anus; and judging by her moans, so did domination she. Throwing a Slave towel around his waist he went to the bathroom intent on taking a shower. “You can produce seminal fluids, and your vas deferens is connected to your ovaries. You can burn me, you can beat me, you can torture me. I want you to. It was during our third glass that our heads began to feel a little fuzzy, we had reached our buzz BDSM and was beginning to think about calling it a night. She did obviously not know if she should join me at the table or stay back. Ok I said. “Well, we had a little help from our good friend Viagra.” He said well this changes things a little but in a good way. Only the weight of him holding her down kept her from bucking up off the bed. She darted off, shouting, “Hey, hey, JoBeth!” Again, it was pointless arguing as Ryan half lifted me from the side of the table to the end and sat me with my legs open and pussy spread. "They have been treated and stretched and now as you saw me do, soaked in water. As soon as his hand grazed the bare skin of her shoulder, she countered. A large head that was very well shaped, inviting to explore its dimensions. When she was satisfied as to its orientation, she requested Brutal him in very polite words to mount up and lay on his back on the present mattress. Susanna had never seen someone so horny before. “I know… but I didn’t want to pull out as I was so close, so I took a risk. He nuzzled against me. Still their mistake was to our advantage; we dropped Ryan said that in a very calm and japanese confident way so I did as I was told; the vibe clunking as it landed on the table between my legs. got up I sat on the side of the cot and said "look guys I know that you were prolly backed up