As Salarin passes behind me and out my sight, I have nothing to do but stare out in horror at the amused crowd. Are they just going to stand there and let him do this to me? Already he’s claimed my virginity. No doubt the men before me can see ample evidence of that between my naked widely stretched legs. How much more does he want? Salarin seizes my hips in his large hands, grasping me from behind this time. “No!” I plead, but of course he continues anyway. I feel a sharp pressure of something probing at the cleft between my buttocks and I buck my pelvis sideways, trying to move away. “Keep still!” he orders me, and one of his hands abandons my hip to grasp my breast. He squeezes, mashing a great handful of me between his fingers and the ball of his palm ferociously hard. I moan as a dull pain spreads through me from my japan breast. It feels like he’s mashing the life asian out of my nipple, and I can’t stand any more. Surrendering, I move my pelvis back to him, to press my cheeks around his head. Gradually my buttocks enclose him as he slides between my muscles. A moment later I feel the hard crown of the first man to touch his cock against my anus. I try to relax, knowing what’s coming will hurt less if I’m not tensed, but fear of being torn prevents me going completely limp and there is a piercing pain when he pushes inside my body, far more intense than when he violated my vagina. More tears fill my eyes, and although I’m trying to be strong I moan with discomfort. Having had his fill of my pussy Salarin begins to fuck me in the ass next, drawing his hips back before thrusting into me, repeating cumshot the motion over and over in a regular rhythm. He’s partly lubricated by my own juices, which makes the ordeal more bearable for me, but unlike my vagina (where I was helped by the arousing nanotech) there is nothing pleasurable about what I experience from being sodomized. I don’t understand how any woman can willingly submit to this with her male partner. Each movement Salarin makes hurts, and I feel distended by him, as if my hole is being stretched around a giant. It’s like I’m being penetrated by something cum as large as a beast. Instincts war in me about how best to survive the ordeal. On one hand I want to relax, opening myself and reduce my discomfort by accommodating him more easily, but on the other hand I want to tense and protect by fragile body by withdrawing into myself. The rod within me makes my back reflexively arch, but this only presents my buttocks more completely for his enjoyment. And so this is how my Rape Run is to end, with Colonel Melena de Santo being vaginally and then anally raped by this man. Freed from the madness that came with torture I’m aware how I must look to the watching galaxy, so I try to reclaim some of my lost dignity. Thus I try my best not struggle when every movement hurts, and I try to face stoically out into the watching crowd, even as he drags my hips back against him, again and again and again. Reality begins to fade. I’m panting with the effort to control the agonizing cramps within my bowels, but other than that I simply stand there, still and unresisting. This silent surrender on my part turns out to be a mistake – Salarin wants japanese me to fight to the very end. Without giving any sign I’ve displeased him he lifts one hand from my hip and mashes my breast again, making me scream, with a pain so intense that I have to try and pull away. “That’s better!” he growls, spitting the words at me between the merciless animal grunts he emits in time with each thrust. “Move, cunt!” Perhaps it is squashing my boob, or perhaps naming me with that profanity that triggers Salarin’s orgasm to arrive suddenly. He bucks hard – a particularly painful thrust, and I cry out as he rams his pelvis against my buttocks as hard as he can. The words she had so often heard spoken behind her back came roaring back into her thoughts then, that her only use on the ship was in giving pleasure to her superior. “That was the term, but we could renegotiate for a longer period.” “I err, we work just round the corner; if you like I could send some of the guys to watch you. Oh, I feel it, Angela retorted, I just have this little thing called self-control. I put another top on, and the other skirt that Ethan had bought me, the one that made me japan feel as if I was japanese bottomless. “Yes, Daddy,” Sam answered, her asian voice throaty with her pleasure, her face flushed. “John let’s start with the color of the cumshot coat. “Kurt shared at least another dozen girlfriends with me in search for that perfect girl. Musad growled. That night, our people danced as we were meant to; before the roar cum of a great fire, beneath the blanket of stars.