“Bounty hunter,” the guard answers gruffly. “The one that sold out Melena, actually. Dumb cunt walked right through a gender scanner. She might be made to Run too.” “Such a beauty,” says the same weedy fellow with unrequited longing. “What a woman. Nice breasts too. Bouncy hunter, they should call her.” “Have a feel, if you like,” the guard says generously, and at last feel slightly sorry for her. Realizing what has just been offered Ja-alixxe is trying to back away, but it’s too late. She is already being nudged forward by the guard, his superior weight and her restrictive shackles making it impossible for her to backpedal. Forgetting we’re bound together I’m not prepared for the tug that also pulls me closer to the man. Pain shoots from my joints as momentum part-spins me around. Next thing she knows, Ja-alixxe is in the weedy mechanic’s lap. He slips his arm around her waist, and holds her intimately close to him. I can see how the leash linking us is configured now – from behind me at my bound wrists a cheese-cutting-thin cable runs between Ja-alixxe’s thighs to her own bindings. She must have to follow me or risk the wire slicing painfully against the apex of her legs. The short length of the cable means I have to stand very close to the couple to avoid being dragged asian off my feet, or cause her serious damage. Reluctantly I go for the former. “Let me go!” Ja-alixxe insists, hissing like a cat as she tries to rise upskirt from his grasp. I had thought this small man lecherous but not cruel, but without warning he next slaps her face, not hard enough to damage – he is not drawing his arm back to strike with force, but it is certainly enough to shock and be painful. “That’s not the way to behave, cunt,” he chides, and repeats the slap. Over the next couple of minutes he hits her again, and again, and again with that same stinging smack, until Ja-alixxe admits defeat and goes utterly docile, almost cowering in his lap. The other crew members are amused rather than shocked at his behavior. “Oh, my dick is so hard right now,” the weedy man tells the guards. “Am I allowed to fuck her?” “We don’t know if she’s a virgin yet, so no,” says the guard. “But cop as much of a feel as you like. And there are plenty of brothels on the station ready when you do need to shoot your load.” Weedy man does just as the guard offered, slipping his hand right inside Ja-alixxe’s wrap without asking her permission, to squeeze her breasts. This time Brunette she knows better than to resist. “Can I have a go with Melena de Santo?” one of the other crew asks abruptly. “That would be something to boast about – that I’ve had a feel of her.” “No!” I plead in sudden fear, squeezing my knees together, and I actually try to back up towards the japanese guards, seeking their protection now, although the cable soon goes taut and I can move no more. “If it was down to me I’d agree,” one of the guards says with a nonchalant shake of his head, “but she’s meant for special processing. They’re going to make an example of this one once she’s down on the surface.” Special processing… That means preparing me for the Rape Run. “Speaking of which - we’d better move, these cunts have a date on the surface,” his colleague reminds him, and Ja-alixxe jumps out of the wiry ship crewman’s lap without a second invitation. Without the girl covering his lap I’m left look in revulsion at a rampant public erection bulging in the weedy man’s loose coveralls. Jim inched closer. “That's why we have Meaghan.” I believed him. japanese I pushed that down and just smiled at my husband. “Because now you’ve captured me, I’m scared my responsiveness will be used to humiliate me.” Don't you, bro?” "I believe she pales beside his strength now." He shortened his relentless thrusts Brunette and fucked his mother through her climax. Back in public the girls changing room I told the boy to take his clothes off asian and stand and wait while I finished my shower. But White Queen is not deterred by the pendulous cock or the intimidating audience. “I’d like to go over your reservation and show you around the grounds if that is ok,” Aiko said, “I’m sure you are tired, but this will only take a minute.” What’s up?” I ask all three women. Henry stopped. He was sure Ashley would be a meat lover. His hair and beard remained the same, to be taken care of by Petty, he hoped. As I entered, Dante poked his head out of the shower curtain. The water started. We didn’t think we could leave her in the house. There upskirt were smiles all around! Patrick called. “I am!” she whimpered. “So I don't need it,” she said. Weren’t they inside the house?” It felt so incredible about my plunging girl-dick. Katie sighed. He smiled. I collapsed on the yoga mat and flipped over on my back. I nodded my head frantically. I was in no mood for playtime.