I look up to see the images. Who do they have now? And I see her. Aireela, the blonde-haired tribeswoman, lies on her back on a small single bed – something that looks portable, like a military cot. Her long hair fans about her face, framing a delicate chin and high cheekbones. Her arms extend out to her sides and then bend back at the elbows, to disappear underneath the mattress. It looks like an uncomfortable distortion of her limbs, but she does not shift position back to something more natural. She must have her wrists shackled together by some means, under the camp bed. Aireela is a strong woman – athletically built and muscular, but still unfortunately feminine. They have already stripped her, and on her back the flesh of her large breasts spills either side of her ribcage. The rounded curve of her female pubic bone betrays her sex. She is weeping, and pleading, “No, No!” to someone. Our view of her is amateur blocked by a gigantic, muscular, male back. The skin has japan a slight pale blue caste. Jackran-ad-aktar, the so called alien, is climbing onto the cot. He is already hard. His phallus is colossal, and silently I plead to the screen, please don’t do it – you’ll tear her apart. Aireela struggles. I see her knees kicking as she tries to prevent him getting between her thighs, but he’s stronger than her and with her arms restrained she’s fighting a lost battle. He holds the tip of himself against her to let her anticipate what is about to happen. She emits a scream when he enters her and it is a terrible sound, as if he’s piercing her with a blade. The pain of penetration from such a monstrosity must be agony, for Aireela faints after only three or four thrusts from him, and after that she is so limp he might as well be raping a corpse. Around her vulva are smeared streaks of blood. They say a woman is so stretched and torn by being asian raped by Jackran-ad-aktar, that unless she is healed she can never feel another thai man afterwards. If any of this is true, perhaps it is a mercy to Aireela that further abuse she’ll inevitably suffer over the next few days will be less of an ordeal. With Aireela lolling unconscious and her breasts shaking in rhythm with the ferocity of Jackran-ad-aktar’s thrusts, Wagner gives his opinion. “Not the Hardcore dominant sex on this planet, are you, cunt?” Then the image cuts and the hot desert is once again silent. “Water, please,” I beg quietly, and I compose my shattered feelings while the canister of sperm drifts down to me on its small parachute. I would rather die than be speared by Jackran-ad-aktar, I truly would, so I do not take any pleasure that there are only seven rivals left between myself and the end of this nightmare. I can only feel pity for Aireela, and feel the stomach turning dread that any woman might feel at the prospect of themselves enduring the same fate. That is why the Slavers must be defeated by the Republic. Joe was quickly on top of her, scooping up her legs and driving his cock back into her cunt. “Dad… I don’t think the heat is working in my room,” I said. “Do you notice where the shocks seem to lead to?” the woman asked. “And that’s exactly why I’m playing with them.” “No,” she said with a cock of her head. After that we returned to the bed and I introduced her to Hardcore 69! Behind her we’re some stairs that amateur went up, and that was where Aiden was sure the rooms were. I still had not made japan contact with any part of his body as I had straddled his ass, and he still appeared to be completely asleep. He rubbed the ridge of his cock against my tonsils hard, I gagged a few times almost losing control. Her legs were slightly apart and her gorgeous bald pussy was right in front of Steve’s face (he’d moved in close ready to catch her if she fell again). She could feel a certain warmth spreading between her thighs and through her whole body. “Let’s just hope Freydis is as good a shot as her reputation suggests.” Sara sighed, “If she misses, I thai doubt she’ll get another chance. I watch the tension leave her face after a few moments “Yes, yes, that's it!” she moaned. After several minutes of passionate kissing, we finally break apart. I didn’t have a chance to get back to Oklahoma for years. I sat up, Greta shivering. In answer, I sat up and grabbed her by asian the waist, throwing her down onto the bed with force I didn’t even know I possessed.