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She wasn't scared of them but she knew deep down that if they really wanted to, they could probably hurt her, maybe even kill her. It was her job to make sure that they were hooked so well, they would never consider it. She just wished she had known more about them before putting herself in this position. “Instead of a branding iron, we think a tattoo artist would be more acceptable. The law just says you need to have our brands on your hips, not how it gets there,” Murph said, hopeful she would bite and work with them. She turned her back to them, looking outside again. “A tattoo..,” she said, thinking out loud. “If I get a tattoo for you, will you get one for me?” Both men looked at each other a bit surprised, no one had ever made a request for a Captain General to be branded. CGB shrugged, “If that's what it takes for you to comply with the branding then sure baby doll. I'm covered in ‘em.” Murph also had a large amount of tattoos and wouldn't mind having her initials on him. “Okay, I will get your initials but I pick how big it is and I'm thinking this big,” blonde she said holding her fingers an inch apart. “I also pick where my initials go on you two,” she said, taking off her towel. Murph laughed, “I don't usually negotiate with terrorists but I guess we have a deal.” Seeing her curvy naked body made him not care about what demands she requested. As long as she had their brands on her hips it was all worth it. She went into a drawer and pulled out a small pair of low rise pink panties. Sliding them up, she looked down at her tattooless hips trying to mentally prepare herself for this insanity. “I want you both to go first... then I will,” she said, putting on a white slip dress. Murph licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her. “You will do it without fighting us if we go first?” She crossed her arms again, her mouth in a hard line, “I guess.” “I don't mind going first. Where do you want it to go?” CGB asked, smiling down at her. They were trying so hard to be reassuring and pliant, anything to get her through this last stage of the process. She walked up to him lifting his shirt up. “I want it here,” homemade she said, pointing her finger to his chest, “M.O. right over the 1488.” CGB took his shirt off, tossing it onto the ground. “Of course you do,” he said grinning. He didn't mind, he had gotten this tattoo at sixteen after he joined the National Socialists. It was no more significant to him than any of the others he had. Walking over to Murph, she looked him over, thinking about where his should go. “I want yours here,” she said, pointing her finger to the right side of his neck. His neck was bare, all of this tattoos were on his sleeves. Hers would be the only visible one. He smiled, lifting up the short hem of her slip dress. “...And ours will go right here,” he said, grabbing her cumshot by her hips as he picked her up. “Come on, before you blowjob change your mind,” he said, playfully throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass. She slapped his back, “Everyday with shaved this fucking lifting me off the ground shit!” Carrying her into the common area, Murph saw Keith had set up his station at the communal amateur bed. Keith had done tattoos for almost every soldier on the compound, this would be the first time he'd be doing a branding tattoo on a slave though. The branding iron was painful but quick, two tattoos on her sensitive hips would probably be a longer lasting dull pain. CGB turned to Murph, nudging him with his elbow. Nodding toward a far wall, he saw a small red light flashing, showing that the internal recording system was live. “No.” Tera whispered, her snake-like tongue flicking from her purple lips, her violet eyes continuing the conversation (but amateur you know that, don’t you?). The first time it happened I freaked out, I thought maybe I was healed from my injury, but no, just my penis. “Okay then Tanya. It made her pussy convulse so hard about my girl-dick. She was pulling my hair harder now, whispering “Give it…give it…” She gave my hair a hard pull as she came on my face again. That was when I first noticed the plastic bag in her hands. She knew all too well why she did shaved that but immediately regretted it as she saw the look on his face. Margi and four or five of the others had removed the lower half of their outfits, but the rest were wearing full-catsuits like Dianne or abbreviated cat-suits like Shelly and they had opened the bottoms to allow access to their slits. Anyway, I had searched for the right hyperdrive unit at the right price for years on end, but with no luck. These were called Fancy Girls and Tracey knew they were highly prized in America. And wouldn't you know it, the bell chose that moment to ring. A cute mid-20’s slender black woman answered. “You’d blowjob best be off to bed girl. If anyone ever got that message from their mother it would be shocking. Obviously it was cumshot designed to be worn over some sort of top, but not my Lucy. Chad did like what he saw. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat. A world where homemade humans don't destroy each other. “Elf-thing awake blonde now yes-yes?”