Sure enough, there is the bar code, freshly inked into your skin. The symbol beneath it dictates the purpose for which you will be sold. It is two ove...lapping circles, not the hammer that designates worker slaves. You've been marked as a sex slave. Several hours pass uneventfully. No one speaks, each captive dreading their new place in society. Suddenly, the door opens, and three men in gray coveralls file in, carrying a large wooden box between them. Small black stun sticks hang at their. I remember how many times you can cum in one evening. I always did envy you that. I cum a lot, but not that much. Lie back again and let me do what you know I am good at."I really can't argue with her. Everything she says is true. I settle back on the bed and let her please me in so many ways. Before the night is over, Pinky got in quite a work out. I think he was in every hole we had. Some of the memories are just a blur. I do remember we finally had enough and fell asleep in each others. She new exactly what she wanted and continued to rub the nylon pussy lips. As she rubbed her other hand cupped her breast and collected more of Harrys cum, she lifted this to her mouth and licked her fingers clean.“Your a very bad man Harry wanking off with my stockings, I hope your going to take your punishment like a man” Harry just nodded he knew not to speakJustine was now rubbing her pussy nice and hard and Harry could hear her wetness against the nylon. She again collected more cum on her. He remembered how she looked so peaceful and content when herhair was being brushed, and he felt a surge of excitement come over him."How does that feel?" Jane asked, noticing his content smile."Wonderful," Charles replied."I know. It's always feels so much better when someone else brushes outyour hair."Charles nodded while he felt a familiar pang of jealousy that had hauntedhim throughout his childhood whenever he thought of his cousin. She hadbeen born into the life he wanted. She got.