Rendered inert once more, I watch her piss stand there, looming over Klink still holding the heavy blaster, not aiming the tip but reversed so the butt points outwards. “Smart weapon or not, this still has its uses,” Tits says. And naked but victorious, she slams the butt of the blaster with tremendous force over and over into the skull of Egregious Klink. The crunch of splintering bone and squishing brain is nauseating, but she does not relent until my Master is unrecognizable and nothing remains of his face but a blooded mass. Afterwards the flight deck looks like a charnel house. Blood-spattered, Tits only stands over the ruins of the corpse for a moment before dropping the blaster with a clatter and rapidly programing commands into Cunt Catcher’s control panel. As feeling returns to my body I get first to my knees, and then to my gingerly to my feet. Now I don’t feel the least urge to defend the Master or try to heal him. What’s there is just meat. I feel no compulsion to obey any order. It’s a very strange sensation. And then I remember. This is what free will feels like. “What are you doing?” I ask her rather humbly. “Setting the destination for the Republic Fleet shipyards at Vanaxa Dust,” she answers. “Don’t worry Lara, the Slavers won’t follow us to the heart of that military.” “But what about the Harkens?” I ask in a japanese trembling voice. “Aren’t we supposed to go there?” After so long in misery it seems impossible that there’s anything else. Hoola joins us, her expression showing the same uncertainty I feel as her universe also realigns itself from one inescapable doom to a future containing possibility, and even hope. I’ll never return to Gaianesia as a traitor with purple markings, but there might be a life for me somewhere. Suddenly I’m shaking so much my legs give way, and I find myself kneeling on Cunt Catcher’s hard deck next to my sister’s hip. Moments ago we were sex slaves. I’m right next to the evidence of that, shame still seeping from between my sister’s nether lips. But what now? I try to remember how I ever made decisions without a man to take them for me. “What am I going to go?” I wail, for some reason on the edge of tears. My sister crouches next to me. “I’ll take care of you Lara,” she says gently. “I always will.” But I’m not reassured. “Lara…” I say puzzled. “You keep calling me Lara.” Tits pauses then, and she looks at me tenderly, then reaches out and squeezes my bare shoulder. “It’s your name,” she says in a kindly voice. “You won’t remember, because Klink ordered you to forget during our processing, and unlike me your implant is working. But your name is Lara. Perhaps in girl time you’ll overcome the lost memories, and start to believe it again.” No, I very don’t remember that bit of my processing, but there’s much I’ll never forget. And when my mind races through those other commands I suddenly feel exquisitely humiliated. But he relents and opens his mouth as he takes my dick inside it. “Okay, but we can’t be too long; out parents will be worried.” Lucy said. With his stepdaughters Spit and saliva dripping from his liver spotted testicles, Tom is in fucking heaven. Ian looked away, very using his free hands to push himself up and scoot away from his brother. I didn't give any of the naked girls a second look. No way… I’m not gay!” The dick is easily 12 inches long… And thick as a fucking soda can! Hopefully, if Aingeal led us true through the woods, Ava wasn't far away. CONGRATULATIONS Troy Bullock!!! “Besides I prefer a hussy that can cook.” "By the way have you see Adina?> I haven't heard from her in a few days most odd. piss What did you say?" he asked. She watched in the mirror as he walked behind her. Ares stated watching as her face lit up a japanese bit. “Mr. Greene, please call me Raul. It was clear why Mother insisted on a frequent schedule for the steam-cleaning of the expensive rug. My erection bulging out of my shorts at this point and I can feel Andrea’s eyes girl surveying the shape in my shorts. Slurping sounds filled the room as I quickened my actions. Lysera smiled down her voice too quiet and too sweet to be anything other than mocking derision, “Mine…” I hunger."