“How are you keeping your own needs under control?” Salarin shrugged. “I pulled one of the Gaianesians from the shipment. But she was a weeper, and broke quickly. Nothing like the stamina of my own treasure.” Whether Ja-Alixxe is insane or not, the company of another slave is preferable to the hungry eyes and groping hands of the men. So when I have the chance I seek the former bounty hunter out, hiding with her until I’m missed and summoned with an irresistible order. Thus I end up nearly jumping out my skin when from right next to me Ja-Alixxe shrieks deafeningly, clutching at her breasts and writhing on the ground. It takes me a moment to understand the pain stimulators in her nipples have been activated, japan and that means the Hunter must be close by. Gods help us... Salarin is coming. I wished a crack would open and the planet would swallow me up, but when you’re an implanted slave your wishes mean nothing. “Boobs, come!” a male voice calls, and almost before I know it I’m hurrying from the hut out into the late afternoon heat ready to serve the returning Masters. There is work to be done. 31 - Fourth I was never a great fan of the comedy of Cassarinie “Cass” Ridath. It is a common conception around the galaxy that Gaianesian women hate men, but the opposite is the case. We understand male weaknesses, and the duty of care that places on women to act on their behalf. We protect men - from themselves. Cassarinie calls herself a feminist, but her jokes are laced with contempt for the male sex. Their inadequacies, particularly when performing in the bedroom, are the topics of much of her humor. She is heterosexual and yet a man hater – a misandrist. However, while we might come from very different philosophies, that doesn’t mean I wish her any ill. Certainly not what’s happened to her today – being kidnapped for participation in the Rape Run, and of all the Hunters to fall foul of, getting caught by the sadist Salarin. japanese When I see her first she has some kind asian of yoke around her neck, which keeps her wrists trapped out and away from her body at the level of her shoulders. Restrained by this device she can do nothing to protect herself, and her captors have demonstrated this by removing her boots and stripping her to the waist. Cass arrives in camp still in the camouflage pants of the Runner uniform, but barefoot and displaying a slim torso with the kind of lush full breasts that men desire so much. Their ripe forms are enhanced by the yoke lifting Cass’s arms. Her nipples are a deep pink, and large. cum Although I am summoned to my Master I don’t immediately see him, so I pause for a moment to watch. Ja-Alixxe has been forbidden from show herself – she was supposed to have been vaporized by the bomber - and she shrinks back into the shadows. The men have run a rope from Cass’s yoke to Salarin’s speeder and used it to run her barefoot behind the vehicle. She must have fallen once or twice trying to keep up, because scrapes and grazes mar her perfection. Cass stumbles into camp already exhausted and slumps immediately to her knees. Her ordeal is only doggy style beginning though. Men run to her, and defeated easily by her restraints and their numbers, she soon has ropes secured around her wrists and ankles. She gradually starts struggling with returning energy after this, but her situation is as hopeless as any woman on Aghara-Penthay. She’s released from the yoke, lifted by two men and easily carried towards one of the wooden frames. They thread her wrists through the top spar in the frame first, and tie the loose ends of rope off far from Cass’s reach. I watch sympathetically as she looks out to her wrists, struggling in an attempt to pull her hands free through the tight loops. TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 This is why I'm not actually sure if I could still be considered a virgin." I went to turn over but she slapped my ass, “Stay where you are and relax, lover.” That was easier said japanese than done, I mean, how can you relax with three fingers wanking asian your pussy? My spirit barely held, and I could practically feel it ebbing from me. I was dying, and I was glad of it. This was not as challenging as one might think, because they japan had shared anal downstairs with the gals, and they were still somewhat expanded in the rectal zone. “Are you ever going to kiss me—not like earlier, but a real proper kiss—a French kiss?” Susan just smiled and watched and talked to him telling him what a good boy he was. And that summed up his fascination for young developing girls. Bea leaned back on the cool stone and closed her eyes in pleasure, treasuring the sensation she wasn't she sure she would ever feel again of a cock inside her. Where has that man gone? The stalls of the women's toilets didn't have doors, she noticed, but she didn't care. She rolls onto her doggy style stomach as Crystal used her discarded shirt to tie her hands behind her back. “Now shall you make me an cum offer?” the Nun asked. She purposely glided her hard nipple along his shoulder as she picked up the napkin and then took her time dragging her breast back while checking his crotch for a bulge. “We’re your new neighbours; we’ve come to welcome you and give you these.” Since we live on an un-paved road, it gets dusty and he washes and waxes it fairly often, especially before a parade or show. I thought about when your weenie was in my mouth the other day and I wanted to do it again even though you were asleep.” Obey, obey, obey.