Just like in an extraction on Earth you can say no to a potential sponsor. Of course that means he's going to pick someone else. If you say no too man... times we will want to know why. If you carry on saying no then we'll assign you to a Civil Service Brothel where you won't be able to say no to anyone."Sponsors, you need to find yourselves concubines. Get yourselves out here and talk to people. Again, don't just sit in your apartments watching vids. You can arrange interviews and test drives. Ninety seconds after she begun, she stepped back as he finished healing and he was now fully a women. With a snarl on her face, she said with venom in her voice, "Now you will see what it means to be raped. You shall know all the horror you put us women through before you die."Levitating the man who had raped her for hours over to the same bars that she had been tied to, she quickly fastened him into them, and brought the machine over. Parting the lips of his new vagina, Sammie barely inserted. Shocked at the moment, she yelped quietly. Regaining her composure, she ran her hand quickly over her knickers. She bent over two middle fingers to feel her flat undercarriage. The warm damp cotton made her gasp. Her body ached for her to slip them inside. She cupped her hand against herself and pulled satisfyingly. Stroking, firmly, upward over her pubic bone, allowing her middle finger to sink in through the cotton depression and linger on her erect clitoris. Her mouth shot open as she felt. ”“I need it, honey. Like yesterday.”“Jesse’s on the way. Tape, photos, deed of sale, everything we have.”“Where in Northland?”“Randolph. The 8900 block.”“SubTropolis!”“Just east of there.”While I waited for Jesse, I went online. SubTropolis. Amazing manmade caves dug into limestone. Temperature controlled storage. Miles of roads and railroad tracks.I kept scrolling. 5-K run. Parties.I thought: caves and meth. There would have to be ventilation. But, like those fucking forensic scientists, I was.