“Down a garbage chute at the Merlon starbase,” Egregious answers uncaringly. “Woman lover… he deserved what he got.” I can’t feel any sympathy for a male, Big Boobs a male I’ve never met. I have more amateur immediate concerns. “Is that why you made me come here on that shuttle?” I croak. “We could have used my ship easily enough, but I wanted to humiliate you,” Klink smiles. “And the look on your face when you first walked into the lounge was priceless.” Riyena bounces onto the bed at my side. She grins maliciously, holding up something for me to see. The “control egg” it turns out is a smooth chrome object about two inches long, comprising a metal egg on a round base. It’s rather like a distorted miniature globe on a pedestal. “It goes in your cunt,” Klink tells me from across the room, and signals Riyena to place the object. “No!” I protest, tensing my thighs yet again to try and resist an invader, but there’s the same clang from my ankle restraints and I’m just as unable to prevent the penetration as I’ve been since the slaves shackled me. The rounded end of the egg feels cold against my vulva. Riyena pushes roughly – she wants to hurt me when she inserts it, but I’m so lubricated from the rape that it moves inside me with an easy slither. She probes deeper until the wide disc presses against my nether lips, preventing it going further. It’s not the worst thing to endure, that is until I feel it suddenly swell inside me. “No! No!” I cry in horror, thinking it’s going to grow and grow until it bursts out of me. But when it’s reached what feels like the size of a newborn’s head, pushing against my inner walls, the expansion stops. Nervously I look up asian at my two captors, my breathing rapid, hyper-conscious of the giant alien thing inside my womb. Klink shows me a handheld control pad, an elegant graphite color thing with nothing more on it than a button. “Until you’re implanted we’ll keep you obedient with this,” he says. “The harder we press, the more it hurts.” And he demonstrates. I howl, the noise deafening in the small room, and my body arches rigid in my bonds. It feels as though I’m being shocked with white hot lightning right inside the sensitive areas of my vagina - the pain spreading out from there to electrify every muscle in my body. It’s probably only a few seconds of this next torture, but when the pain goes I’m gasping as though I’ve run a race, and I can feel the sheen of sweat beading anew on my skin. It takes a moment to bring my voice back under control and during that time I emit a feeble series of moans with each breath. Gods that hurt. No human being would inflict that amount of suffering on another human if they understood how it felt. And that was just the physical aspect of the domination. Having this torture implement used on me because I have a vagina - turning my very femininity against me masturbation as a source of humiliation and leaving me knowing I’m even vulnerable from the inside - such cruelty. “Again?” asks Klink. “No! No! No!” I beg, terrified. “You’ll obey every order?” “Yes! Yes!” “I have a controller too,” Riyena tells me, and she zaps me again anyway, just to teach japanese me there doesn’t have to be a reason for using the thing on me. After the second jolt I just manage to keep my emotions under control and avoid giving the shapeshifter the satisfaction of again bursting into tears. “You can let her go now,” Klink tells Riyena with a dismissive wave. Thank the gods, at least they’re taking me out the bonds. Khatira protested through her gag. The lights began to distort in my waning eyes, and drowsiness took its hold on my mind. She heard some shuffling and some muffled voices. “Wow, what a masturbation buzz. Vanessa stiffened. Cousin still breathing hard looked up at me and smiled. But because I moved to that house, because I lived near her, she didn't live long enough for any of that to happen. And because of how I felt about my own breasts, that japanese thought truly terrified me! At the time, I was literally ashamed to let any boy see what my bare breasts looked like--much less a real jerk, like Freddy. It amateur was almost like I was a knight kneeling before king. When Daddy thinks I have learned my lesson, he will take me off of it, but I will wear it until he tells me different. After a couple of minutes I pushed him away, and said, "Sixty nine time!" "Yeah, hour to get back home, then dinner and drinks with the boyfriend." “Okay……. Chapter 8 After all, she’s only a little kid.” She also told me that Dakota had chosen a black asian car and Tina had chosen a white car. I checked the monitors and she was still in the bed, I couldn't tell if she was Big Boobs awake or not.