As the sun rises over the horizon, you prepare for another day at your post. You are a decorated war hero, recently transferred to the Traffic Security Bureau to man one of its many checkpoints. Your job is to question those wishing to enter the Empire and screen for any nefarious individuals with ill intent.

As you approach your post, you see a line of people waiting to be questioned, each with their own story and motives. A young woman nervously clutches her documents, an old man seems lost in thought, two merchants chat excitedly amongst themselves. It's up to you to determine who is allowed entry and who is denied.

The first person in line approaches your gate. She is a middle-aged woman with large breasts and an air of confidence about her. "Good day sir," she says politely as she presents her documents for inspection.

NATIONALITY: Aradia DOCUMENT: Special Ticket PEOPLE IN QUEUE: 7

1. Ask the woman why she has a special ticket.
2. Ask the woman if she has any weapons or contraband on her person.
3. Check the woman's special ticket for any discrepancies or signs of forgery.
4. Order the woman to strip down for a body search.

What do you do?

As she nervously steps behind the curtains, you inspect her attire carefully. She's wearing a red bodysuit that covers her entire body except for strategically placed openings to expose her breasts and sex. Her pubic hair is thick and dark, covering much of her mound but leaving her inner lips clearly visible. There are no obvious signs of contraband on her person, but you feel something unusual in her left breast as you palpate it during the search...

The woman doesn't seem to react to the search in any particular way. Her skin is soft and smooth, save for the stubble of pubic hair that covers her mound. There are no obvious signs of contraband or anything else out of the ordinary. However, you feel something hard and metallic embedded inside her left breast during the pat down. Do you:

1. Accuse her of hiding contraband and demand she remove it immediately

Her expression turns to one of panic as she realizes that you've found her secret stash. She blushes deeply and whispers, "I-I... I was told I could get a discount on some illegal goods if I hid them in there. I didn't mean any harm!" Her voice trembles with fear and guilt. What do you do?

You sigh heavily, knowing that you have to enforce the law regardless of her situation. "Very well," you say firmly. "I'm going to have to confiscate these items and deny you entry into the Empire. You should turn yourself in for questioning." The woman lets out a small sob before nodding miserably, hands shaking as she removes the contraband from her breast.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As the woman processes your words, her eyes widen in horror and disbelief. "P-please," she stammers, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything you want, just please don't sentence me to that!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears as you stand firm, unwilling to compromise the integrity of the Empire's laws.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As she wipes her tears away, the woman composes herself enough to give you her name. "My name is Alicia," she says softly. "I'm sorry for what I did. Please, I beg of you, have mercy on me." Her words are heartfelt and desperate, but you know that you must remain resolute in your duty.

As the news of Alicia's fate spreads through the line, many in it gasp and whisper amongst themselves. Some look away uncomfortably, while others exchange knowing glances, clearly recognizing her punishment as a harsh reminder of the Empire's absolute power over its citizens. Your stern demeanor remains unfazed, even as you feel the weight of your decision settle heavily upon your shoulders.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

Alicia's eyes widen in horror as she stares at you, struggling to process the harsh reality of her situation. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slightly. "I don't want to die... I have a family..." Tears stream down her face unchecked, leaving dark tracks through her makeup.

As the line slowly begins to move again, Alicia remains frozen in place, unable to make a decision about her fate. Tears continue to stream down her face unchecked, her body trembling with fear and desperation. It's clear that she doesn't want to die, but she also knows that the punishment for what she's done is severe and unforgiving within these borders.

Alicia's time is running out as another person approaches your gate. You eye her sympathetically but can't let this situation drag on any longer. Gently, you grab Alicia's arm and pull her closer, making sure she understands that she needs to make a choice soon.

Alicia sniffs loudly, shaking her head in disbelief at the harsh reality of her situation. "Fine," she manages to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take my punishment." Tears streak down her face as she tries to compose herself, steeling herself for what comes next.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As Alicia watches in horror as the guards approach her with their magic tattooing devices, she begins to protest and struggle feebly against them. She cries out in pain and desperation as the needles pierce her skin, leaving a glowing symbol behind that signifies her new status as your slave. The guards drag her away toward a nearby holding cell, where she will be held until you decide her fate anew.

As the guards release Alicia from their grip, she falls to her knees in front of you, head bowed in defeat. She remains silent for a long moment, struggling to compose herself under your watchful gaze. Her breath comes raggedly as she tries not to cry anymore, tears trickling down her cheeks unheeded.

A man, middle-aged and strong-looking, steps forward with a confident air about him. He holds a battered old sword at his side, its worn hilt clearly a source of pride for the warrior. His chest is adorned with intricate tattoos depicting battles and victories from years past.

As the strong and confident man approaches your gate, you eye him warily. His bearing and weapon give the impression that he's no ordinary traveler. "Well, soldier," you say gruffly. "What brings you to our checkpoint today?"

"I come as an emissary from King Argon, sent to speak with your ruler about possible trade agreements and alliances," the man says boldly, meeting your gaze without flinching. "My name is Kael, and I carry a letter of introduction from the king himself." He holds out a sealed envelope bearing the imperial crest, its wax already beginning to drip on the ground.

NATIONALITY: Caledonia

Your suspicion raises as the man claim to be an emissary from King Argon. You decide to inspect the letter more closely before making any judgment. "Very well, Kael," you say while taking the letter and studying it carefully. "I'll need to verify your identity and background thoroughly before allowing entry."

You motion for a guard to approach and ask him to assist in conducting a body search on Kael. During the process, you'll also look for any signs of contraband or illicit activity that may point towards his true intentions.

Kael nods curtly and steps aside as the guard approaches to conduct his search. You inspect Kael's documents yourself, making sure everything is in order. As the guard searches Kael's body, you feel a knot form in your stomach when he feels something hard and metallic hidden underneath the warrior's left armpit hair.

"Sir," the guard whispers to you, "I think I found something..." You narrow your eyes as Kael freezes, his expression suddenly going blank.

Kael's reaction to the guard's discovery doesn't bode well. You decide that it would be best to interrogate him further before making any judgment. "Well, Kael," you say casually as you step closer to the warrior, "seems like your search turned up something interesting under there." You motion towards his armpit with your free hand. "Mind explaining what that is?"

NATIONALITY: Caledonia

As Kael's eyes widen in panic, he tries to come up with an explanation. "I-it's nothing sir! I swear it! Just a family heirloom sword hidden away for safekeeping..." His voice trembles and betrays his fear.

You remain unconvinced by his rushed explanation. "Very well," you say calmly. "I think it would be best if we had a more thorough look at this 'family heirloom' of yours." With that, you motion for the guard to continue searching Kael while you step back to observe the proceedings carefully.

As the guard continues to search Kael, he finds several more hidden compartments on his body, each containing small amounts of gold and jewels. Clearly, this man has been lying about his true intentions. You consider your options carefully, knowing that if you let him go now, there's a chance he could cause trouble for the Empire in the future.

You stare at Kael intently as he struggles against the guard's hold. His body shakes with fear and desperation, but there is an air of defiance about him that speaks of a man unwilling to accept defeat so easily. As much as it pains you, you know that justice must be served. "Kael," you say firmly, "for your crimes against the Empire, I sentence you to life imprisonment." His expression turns to one of shock and horror before falling slack with despair. The guard drags him away toward a waiting cell, his fate now sealed.

NATIONALITY: Caledonia

The line slowly begins to move again, and you turn your attention back to the next traveler in line. An old woman with a nervous expression approaches cautiously, carrying a worn leather satchel over one shoulder. She bows her head respectfully as she speaks. "I beg your leave, sir," she whispers hoarsely, "my family and I wish to pass through your great kingdom."

Nodding in understanding, you inspect her documents carefully, noting that they appear to be in order. "Very well," you say briskly. "You may pass through our kingdom, but remember the rules and keep your intentions honorable." The old woman's face breaks into a relieved smile as she nods vigorously, bowing deeply before scurrying away to join her family.

A tall and muscular man steps forward, his bearing proud and regal. He holds a battered sword at his side, the engraved hilt a testament to its history. His chiseled features are adorned with finely-wrought metal, hinting at a life spent on the battlefield. As he approaches your gate, you can't help but feel a sense of respect and awe.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

As the tall and muscular man approaches your gate, you can't help but feel a sense of respect and awe. His bearing is noble, and his sword speaks volumes about his experience on the battlefield. As he presents his documents for inspection, you find yourself unable to hide your curiosity about this warrior from Aradia.

As the tall and muscular man steps forward, you can't help but feel a sense of reverence for his presence. His features are chiseled to perfection, revealing a life spent in battle and training. His sword, though battered and worn from years of service, still exudes an air of authority and power. As he approaches your gate, you can't help but wonder what motivates someone of his caliber to leave Aradia and seek entry into the Empire.

A young woman with long flowing hair and a captivating smile approaches the gate next. She carries herself with grace and poise, her every movement seemingly deliberate and controlled. Despite her outward appearance of delicacy, there's an air of strength about her that hints at hidden talents. As she presents her documents for inspection, you can't help but feel drawn to this mysterious individual from Aradia.

A flicker of surprise crosses the young woman's features as you issue this command, but she complies nonetheless. Stepping behind the curtains, she slowly begins to undress, revealing her body piece by piece. She's petite and slender, with curves in all the right places. Her skin is soft and smooth, devoid of any blemishes or signs of injury. As you inspect her more thoroughly, however, you notice something odd: a tiny, barely perceptible scar on her left hip that looks suspiciously like a brand.

Your face blanches in shock as you make this gruesome discovery inside the young woman's body. Her reaction is immediate and violent; she bucks and squirms, trying to twist away from your grasp. "No!" she cries out desperately, tears streaming down her face. "I-I didn't know! They made me do it!"

NATIONALITY: Aradia

You're shaken to the core by her desperate pleas and helpless tears. You force yourself to remain calm as you inspect the packet, noting that it contains a highly addictive drug known for its destructive properties when abused. It seems clear that she was nothing more than a pawn in someone else's sick game. With a heavy heart, you decide to take her into custody. "I'm sorry," you whisper hoarsely, "but I can't let you go free with this evidence against you."

NATIONALITY: Aradia

You stare at the young woman in front of you, her tear-streaked face a testament to the horror she's been through. As much as it pains you to even consider it, your duty demands that you make a choice. Do you show mercy and give her a chance to redeem herself outside of Aradia, or do you uphold the law and see her punished for her involvement in this illegal operation?

NATIONALITY: Aradia

You hold the young woman's gaze, searching for any hint of defiance or resistance. Instead, you see only fear and desperation, and it breaks your heart a little more with every passing second. Gently, you reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from her tear-streaked face before offering her a choice: "You can serve as my slave for the rest of your life... or face execution."

NATIONALITY: Aradia

Tears stream down her face as she stares at you, pleading silently. It's clear that she doesn't know which choice to make, torn between the horror of servitude and the finality of death. Your heart twists painfully within your chest as you watch her struggle with this impossible decision.

You study her face, searching for some hint of what she might choose. There's a spark in her eyes, something that tells you she isn't completely broken yet. With a quiet sigh, you extend your hand to her, palm upward. "If you wish to live," you say softly, "take my hand."

Tears well up in her eyes as she takes your hand, her small fingers trembling against yours. She looks up at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and fear. You nod to the guards standing nearby, silently giving them permission to mark her as your slave. They step forward, their magic tattooing devices glowing ominously in the dim light. As they begin to work, she winces and gasps with each prick of the needle, leaving behind a shimmering symbol on her skin that marks her new station in life.

NATIONALITY: Aradia

With the young woman now marked as your slave, you turn your attention to more pressing matters at hand. "What is your name?" you ask gently, looking her in the eye. She hesitates for a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "My name is... Lilith."

As the sun dips below the horizon, you retire to your chambers for the night, expecting Lilith and Alicia to follow. The two women hesitate briefly outside your door before entering together. They kneel side by side on the thick carpet, heads bowed in submission. "I'll need both of you tonight," you say softly, glancing between them. "But first... what are your names?"

Lilith looks up at you with pleading eyes, while Alicia merely stares at the floor.

You ponder Alicia's situation, considering the possibility of a husband and children. It seems likely that she could have been married at one point, given her age and bearing. Whether or not she still has a family depends on various factors, but it wouldn't surprise you if she did.

Alicia glances up at you, eyes damp with unshed tears. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I had a husband and two children once." She looks away again, unable to meet your gaze as she speaks of her lost life. It's clear that the knowledge of what has become of her family weighs heavily upon her heart.

Lilith looks at you cautiously, her expression a mixture of fear and hope. "I was born in Aradia... lived a normal life until I was sold to a brothel," she whispers shakily. "But then... they gave me to you." Her gaze flickers to Alicia before returning to you. "I don't know what my future holds now, but thank you for saving me from that place..."

You smile gently at Lilith's words, grateful that you've given her the chance for a better life. "You are welcome here," you assure her softly. "And Alicia is right... I only ask that you serve me faithfully." You glance between the two women, debating on how to proceed. Finally, you address them both. "Tonight, I want each of you to please and serve me in whatever way I desire. Is this understood?"

You watch as Alicia and Lilith slowly undress before you, revealing their bodies to your hungry gaze. Your cock hardens in anticipation at the sight of their soft skin and enticing curves. "Very well," you say roughly, pushing yourself up from the bed. "Come here."

As Alicia kneels before you, her eyes locked on your erect member, you feel a surge of desire course through you. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, taking the head of your cock into her mouth and begin to bob her head up and down. Her soft lips and experienced tongue expertly work their magic, driving you wild with pleasure.

You watch Lilith from the corner of your eye, feeling a pang of jealousy as she lies on the bed, bare and vulnerable before you. She looks so much younger than Alicia, but there's an air of innocence about her that only serves to heighten your arousal.

Lilith hesitates for a moment before lowering her head to your foot, her tongue darting out tentatively to taste the dirt and grime on your skin. Her touch is light and gentle, yet somehow still manages to send shivers of pleasure up your spine. She laps at the sweat and dirt with a determined vigor, seemingly trying to cleanse you of every last trace of your past life as she pleasures you in this way.

As Alicia climbs onto your lap, her wet folds engulfing your cock easily, you groan with pleasure. She begins to ride you slowly at first, grinding her hips against yours in a sensual rhythm that drives you wild. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she moves, the nipples hard and erect beneath your gaze.

You glance down at Lilith, watching as she continues to work on cleaning your foot. The sight of her eagerly lapping at your skin only serves to further arouse you, and you can feel yourself growing closer to release with each passing moment.

As Alicia nears her climax, she leans forward, pressing her breast against your chest as she gasps for air. Her hips begin to move more frantically, grinding against you with increasing urgency. Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, she collapses forward onto your chest, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm.

You watch Lilith from the corner of your eye as Alicia climaxes, waiting for the right moment to command her next action. Her head is still bowed, eyes focused on your foot as she continues to lap at it eagerly. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, and her chest heaves with anticipation.

As Alicia catches her breath, you turn your attention back to Lilith, admiring the way she looks at you with a mix of fear and desire. You reach down to stroke her hair gently before lifting her chin so that their eyes meet. "It's your turn now," you breathe huskily. She nods meekly, her body tense with anticipation.

Lilith obediently climbs onto the bed, straddling you as instructed. Her lips part in a soft moan as she feels your erection pressed against her folds. Slowly, she lowers herself onto you, allowing the heat of their bodies to mingle as she begins to ride you with increasing speed and aggression.

You reach up to cup her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between your fingers as she moves atop you. Alicia watches them both with a mixture of envy and lust, her own desire growing stronger by the moment.