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Jen's own arousal grew as Sonja's wetness coated her hand and she continued rubbing her, slipping a finger through the folds to penetrate. Sonja felt wonderful to Jen and the desire to taste her grew stronger. Sonja's scent mixed with Jen's. Feeling the milk leak from Sonja's breast, Jen covered her fingertip and brought it to her lips to taste. She did it again and offered it to Sonja.

Chad took a seat against the wall, stroking his large cock while watching the two girls play with each other. Hunger radiated from his eyes and face. Jen enveloped Sonja in her arms, her teeth against the back of Sonja's neck. Jen had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach, but Sonja wasn't standing fully tall which helped make it easier. One hand rubbed Sonja between her legs, the other grasped her mammoth breast. Jen squeezed and teased, then gave her ass another big swat.

Encouraged by Sonja's excitement, she continues to rub her her sex with one hand while biting her shoulder and kissing the skin on her back. Her other hand wandered Sonja's body, touching... caressing.. She felt Sonja's breast, groped at it, pressed at the nipple... She grabbed Sonja's butt, felt it in her hand, then gave her a playful (but strong) swat...

Jen walked into the attic, exploring and wondering what she might find. There are a couple large bay windows looking out onto the street, a couch with a tv, and lots of boxes. She noticed ropes hanging from the bare wooden rafters as she poked around in some of the boxes. Some of them seem to contain various sex toys still in their packaging. As she went through the various items, everything from vibrators and ticklers, to nipple clamps and crops, an idea started to form in Jen's head. She made some space, looked around to make sure she was alone, then took off her cloths. She began to wrap her small breasts with a soft but strong ribbon. They were too small to loop the ribbon around the beast itself, so she tried to accentuate them and make them stick out more. She attached some clamps to her nipples - not too tight, but enough that she could feel them. Next she ran the ribbon between her legs. She could feel it press between her ass cheeks and she guided it through her slit so it split her in two. Then she sat on the floor and bent one of her legs, folding it back, and tied the ankle to her thigh. She continued wrapping the leg so it was immobile. Then came the fun part. She took one of the small vibrators and affixed it to the outside of her mound. It was a strong vibrator that send waves deep into her without penetrating. She hobbled onto her foot and wrapped one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling around her wrist, then while on her toes she reached for the other one and attached it. Jen found herself hanging from the ceiling, one leg tied behind her, the other with the toes outstretched barely touching the floor. Her breast was wrapped in ribbon, showing off her small tits which sported nipple clamps with a chain running between them. Her arms were stretched out between two ropes. The ropes looped between her legs and a small vibrator was attached, sending waves into Jen. Excitement ran through Jen as she hung and felt the vibrations pulse into her. The risk of discovery, the feeling of not being in control, the feeling of being totally exposed... all of this fed into Jen's excitement as the pulses reverberated through her.

Jen caresses Sonja's body from behind as she removes the last item of her clothing. Chad stands in front of Sonja, watching while fully erect and Jen stands behind her. Chad's eyes leer at Sonja's well-endowed girls when they become fully exposed. Jen's arms and hands wrap around Sonja's body, caressing her skin, touching her neck, breasts, nipples. Her hands travel down to her belly and hips while Jen's lips kisses down Sonja's shoulder and back. Reaching between Sonja's legs, Jen touches her soft mound.

Jen turns around as Chad's attention is diverted and gets behind Sonja. She gives Sonja a long, deep, kiss before nibbling on her neck. Jen begins to remove Sonja's clothing. Chad stands in front of Sonja, naked with his huge black cock sticking out in front of him. Jen stands naked behind her, her hands pulling at Sonja's clothing.

The slave girl stands at the front of the stage while a man inspects her body. Liana's simple peasant dress is in tatters and it does little to give the girl any modesty. She stood stiffly as the man went through his inspection - he checks her teeth, feels her boobs and ass, measures her hips. He haggles with the seller for a bit then shakes his head in the negative and walks away. The slave seller is a fat man wearing robes and adorned with jewelry. His body guards keep a lazy watch as a slave uses a large fan to keep him cool. As the sun rises higher in the sky, the square becomes a furnace. The smells of unwashed humans, livestock, and more start to permeate the market.

Acacia noticed the man in white and recognized him as the boss. Or rather, her boss' boss' boss. Or something like that. She worked part-time as a civilian botanist in the biolabs, but she knew of him from pictures. He was shorter than the holograms indicated, but also friendlier. She had expected him to be stern and serious, but his friendly smile and words belied that. She stood to greet him. "Hello sir," she said in a soft calm voice. "Yes, I enjoy the quiet and the smells. Other places smell of machinery and recycled air, but not here." Is she supposed to smile? she wondered. Acacia gave Dr. Hannover a smile. She wasn't sure if it looked natural, but she decided it was the right response. Acacia stood tall at over 180 cm and her long dark hair was in a single braid reaching to her waist. She was pale skinned with sharp features, and her eyes darted around. She never seemed to look at any one place for more than a moment. Her skinsuit did little to hide her feminine body and the nametag over her breast read, Acacia, Botanist. She still held the apple and wondered if he had approached her because of it. The strange phebe machine had told her she needed an apple but Acacia was not crew so maybe it wasn't allowed. She thought about dropping it behind her, but she didn't want to waste it. She decided to stand still and maybe he wouldn't notice that she held it in her hand. She wondered if she was supposed to bow and decided it was an appropriate way of greeting a superior. Acacia bowed at the waist to the Doctor. She wondered if she could ask the doctor questions and decided it was not appropriate to ask a superior questions not related to work. So she stood in front of him and waited. She was good at waiting. Wait. Watch. Be Patient.

Acacia sits under an apple tree, eating one of it's fruits. Her long black hair is braided and draped over her shoulder, the end resting in her lap. Her knees stick up as high as her chin as she gazes through her knees. What she watches is anyone's guess. There were no people or machines, no insects or animals. Just the façade of nature. She didn't appear to make fast movements. Her eyes would dart, but everything else about her seemed to be in slow motion. When she bit into the apple, her movements were slow, calculated, measured. She looked human, but she didn't seem to act like one. She wore a simple skinsuit with a nametag over her breast. Acacia.

Acacia watched the strange phebe melt into the floor and the man continue on his way. She went in search of an apple.

Acacia nodded, considering where to go. It didn't need to be an apple, did it? She hadn't eaten for some time. But the phebe specifically said apple. "Oh, thank you. Uhm, how do I get to hydroponics from here?" she asked, looking around trying to see if there was a sign. "Oh, I'm Acacia by the way. I work at the biolab part time."

Taken aback, Acacia become thoughtful. "Thank you phebe." An apple, she thought. How much would that cost? As Travis spoke to phebe, Acacia considered where she could find an apple. She was technically a passenger and she didn't know if she had access to fresh fruit. "Excuse me, where can I find an apple?"

Acacia decided she wasn't in danger and approached a little closer. "Hello", she said. She waited and watched as the being continued it's work. Her work, she decided. What an interesting creature, she thought. Acacia had not met many non-humans before. Despite her own genetic modification, hidden away, she was still considered human. The job at the biolabs was exposing her more to the strange inhabitants of the ship, and it unsettled her.

A human was walking down the hallway on her way home from the biolabs. She stood tall at over 180 cm, her long dark hair bound, and her features sharp. She was wearing a tight singlesuit that accentuated her feminine features, a name tag stating, "Acacia, Botanist". Her eyes darted about as she walked, and came to a stop when she spied the strange pink creature. Acacia froze and waited, trying to determine if she was in danger.

Jen moaned lightly as Collin began licking her clit. She brought one of her hands to his head, fingers lightly stroking his hair while the other she lay on the bed above her head. She widened her legs, letting the knees fall outward to provide better access. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations flow through her, enjoying the moment.

Jen looks at Sonja, longing in her eyes, as Sonja grasps and plays with her breasts and Chad pounds her from behind. The smell of sex and the sounds of flesh against flesh echo across the room. Moans of pleasure escape from Jen's mouth.

Name: Acacia Age: 30 Sex: Female with tentacles Gender: Female Species: Human with genetic modification Brief species description: Born human but genetically altered through RNA and nanites. Generally manifests as tentacles sprouting from the lower back / tail region. Only one known specimen escaped the labs, and due to events and risk of public scandal was left alone to become an adult. Tentacles remain recessed except when under stress. Level of control of tentacles is unknown. Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 183 cm (6') Weight: 75 kg (165 lb) Personality: Acacia is quiet but observant. Her interactions with others are few, and her observed behaviors are conservative. She is cautious and patient. Position (Passenger or Officer): Passenger Job (if any): Botanist Skills: Basic emergency procedures, medic, botany Physical Description: Acacia stands tall with midnight-black hair and sharp features. Her eyes are a steel-gray and her gaze sharp and penetrating. She often braids her hair into a single braid which reaches her waist. Her clothing is modified to allow external access for tentacles to extend from her lower back. She wears standard skinsuits which highlight her hips and large breasts.

As Collin removed his shirt, she also removed hers revealing her small breasts and puffy nipples. She momentarily interrupted Collin as she slid off her shorts, now completely nude before him. Her pale skin was spotted with freckles; she was trimmed between her legs, her labia extending through the short pubic hair. It excited her to feel vulnerable, to be nude in front of someone that wasn't, and remained exposed and still for a moment allowing Collin's eyes to see all of her before returning to their kiss. She returned her mouth to Collins, putting one of her hands on his chest feeling the heat of his skin, the feel of the muscle. Her tongue probed his mouth, teased with his tongue. Her nerves were jittery with the excitement building in her.

The heat in Jen's body rose as she felt Collin's hands touch her skin, his lips caress hers, his tongue teasing at her bottom lip. She put her hand on the one that was on her thigh and guided it to the inside, under the leg of her shorts, inviting him to touch her more intimate places. Her lips opened, inviting his tongue to taste more of her as her fingers caressed the side of his face.

Liana (slave) is in the Village -> Marketspace, available to purchase as a slave. Dahl (merc) is eating in the Areas -> Mess Hall and Kitchen, having a meal and ready to play.

Jen lets out a gasp at Sonja's touch. Jen craves the feel of Sonja's fingers pressing into her flesh, her touch, and tries to communicate this but is overwhelmed by the sensations and can't verbalize her desires. Please, she thinks. Yes, please use me.

Jen's small breasts bounced as Chad took her from behind, her nipples hard. With each thrust she exhaled out a small whimper. Jen slipped into a submissive state, not caring how she was touched as long as it didn't stop.

Jen moaned as Chad penetrated her, not realizing that Sonja had entered the room until he spoke up. She looked at Sonja, embarrassed at being caught in this position, but smiled and gave an inviting nod. Excitement danced on her nerves as she thought of Sonja joining in.