. Furniture.Viv was still a person though and had her own thoughts and dreams and life to lead. But it was slavery too; they just didn't call it that.... Like where else was she gonna work? She only knew what they'd fed her in the tube, how to sell cosmetics or clothes or jewelry. Hatched her when she was maybe twelve or something and put her to work. Clones had a high suicide rate and some of the rest ended up in places like the Gutter, or worse. Not a lot of them, but enough so you knew they. " I said as I put a very girly pink nailextensions on his hands and painted his toe nails."I have this beautiful outfit for you."I handed him a wonder woman outfit, the red stiletto boots, the blueshorts with white stars and the red and gold top and bracelets as well asthe tiara."Are you man enough to wear it?" I asked him.I had really got to him. He felt he had to prove he was man enough. Hewas now wearing the costume and could not have looked more effeminate ifhe tried. I gave him some red. Surrender was the order of the day for my aunt Celia, I guess.Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-exploring myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's rather prodigious 'pole'!" After she passed on," Celia continued, "and being a bisexual, I just had to try your daddy; but I swear that we NEVER did anything while your mom was alive, so. She struggled harder, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help meeee! Pleeeease!" Her only reward was a hard slap across her face and a cock still pounding into her pussy. She moaned, groaned, and continued putting a token effort into trying to push the man off of her, desperation driving her even in futility to put the last of her strength towards defiance.She felt a familiar pressure growing inside her, her reward for a scene well-played. No. That was wrong. This wasn't a scene and she.