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“Your turn,” he says to Gara. “Open your mouth. No need to wipe the gun. Taste your sister’s hole.” Gara was always the strongest willed and should resist, but she obeys the doctor’s order as though she’s been offered a amateur lollipop, closing her pouting lips over the injector. There are four shots for Gara, each which makes her flinch and give a muted moan. “I almost forgot the last thing,” Klink says to the medic. “They look so similar I want their names branded on the side of their buttocks. An actual brand, not a mark. Boobs for her,” (he indicates me) “and Tits for the other one.” “Branding – How old school!” the doctor smiles, reaching to a box on a high shelf. “I’ve got something for that - haven’t used this baby for Hairy a while. Not much call for it these days.” The most painful part is thus saved for last - branding, a red hot wire and inch high and two long spelling my demeaning new title pressed and held against the cheek Hardcore of my buttock while I shriek and writhe in agony. Gods, it feels as though it’s set me on fire! My nostrils flare with the smell of my own burnt flesh. With the earlier treatments my agony was brief, but this time the heat is real and it barely fades from its peak once the brand is withdrawn. In the aftermath of suffering I weep with misery. Such humiliation – knowing I now have the word “Boobs” on my rump. “From now, on I order you to know yourself and each other only as Tits and Boobs, and to forget your former names,” Klink tells us while the wire is being reconfigured for my sister. I look at my owner with fresh indignation. This is barbaric – they can’t order me to forget my very identity. My name is… And my eyes widen in horror as I look to my twin. My twin, teen Tits. With increasing desperation I scrabble round for a memory like I’m an insect scrambling to escape a trap. My name is… my name is… But the first one I latch on - early childhood, a teacher giving me a task, she simply says “Boobs, show us on the screen.” Over my sister’s shriek as she’s burnt with the iron comes the next memory of my mother’s exasperation as she inspects the bruises and torn clothing pov of her squabbling offspring: “Tits! Boobs! He desperately fought off the urge to drop his shorts and climb up on that pile himself, just to see Hardcore what would happen. My cock was about to get burned from the laptop. At Silk's nod, he went on, “As you have seen so far most relationships consist of the Dom or Domme and the slaves. I came. This was all too much for me. As I take my teen last big thrusts, I start to black out as my amateur orgasm Hairy hits again that night. Narrowing my eyes, I got used to the smell slowly with deep breaths. I’m a little caught off guard “Eh yeah sure, why not!” No harm in it. Not sure how Hanna would look upon it. April laughed, “No, WE’LL see what you can do.” That caused Glenda and I to join in her laughter. She opened and he pushed it in onto her awaiting tongue. I took off my shirt and kissed her legs down from her calf to her pov thigh, then I did that with the other leg. I gave the place a 360 and couldn’t find anything remotely closer to what Matt had suggested. She knew how well I understood and appreciated her sexual free thinking, her uniqueness, her powerful sexual appeal, the control it gave her over men, and how there was never any "going back." Watching Verity’s eyes widen as she did so.