Yet again I’ve been gang raped. Yet again my holes have been damaged, and I chinese have the signs of shame dried on my inside-legs. Yet again they found my breasts particularly pleasing, leaving my chest is sore from the unending mauling and squeezing and pinching. The muscles in my thighs and my buttocks ache from being tensed for so long, and I’ve pulled something in my shoulder. So many hands, oh, so many hands! Everywhere on me. And where hands probed and entered, inevitably their hateful pricks followed. Enough of them male crowd turned on me that I probably spared Cassarinie some of the assaults, but I’m selfish and I’d rather they’d raped her, killed her even, than come anywhere near my skin. When Wagner’s mocking footage of Cassarinie’s defeat was transmitted to The Zone and the galaxy, thai I was visible in the background, on my back naked in the dirt, while four men held out my arms and legs and a fifth mounted me. Slaver broadcasts are in glorious HD and even from a distance my tear-streaked face was recognizable and it was obvious I am a Gaianesian. Friends at home might recognize me, see how low I’ve fallen. That shouldn’t upset me – it’s not likely I’ll ever return alive to my homeworld to see asian these women, but japanese I don’t like them thinking I was weaker than they, or I somehow deserved what I got. “Do you hate me so much, Master?” I ask, slumping to my knees, and once more hear that cold laugh. “You still don’t get it do you?” he says. “You’re not significant enough to hate. I don’t hate you. You don’t hate a piece of property. You’re just an object. An object men want to fuck. That’s the only reason you’re permitted to exist.” I contemplate this for a moment. I am nothing but an object men wish to fuck. I say, “Yes, Master.” Klink seems satisfied. “Good. Stop moping and get on with your work. Cassarinie Ridath is waiting in the next hut. Find some water and clean her ready for fresh use.” “Yes, Master.” I need permission to repair my damaged body. Requesting something of him is always risky but I’m better able to perform my duties if I can move freely. “Master – may I heal myself amateur with the paste?” That same chuckle. “If you ask for it by its proper name.” He wants to hear my say the vulgar word. It’s worth a little indignity to relieve the burning pain. “Master – may I heal myself with the cunt paste?” “Of course slave. Your body must be ready for further use, after all. But seeing as you still seem to be a little prudish with your language, I think it’s time to train you in the proper names for things. Until I decide otherwise you will only know and refer to the place between a woman’s legs as a cunt. Do you understand?” And amateur a trauma patch if you have one and really want this guy to avoid dying.” He went to look away, but in his haste he wasn't thinking and looked down at her breasts. Not wanting to let up on the pleasure he was obviously in the throws of she tugged and twisted the base of his new plug, shifting it deep inside his virgin little hole as he came, her hand moving from his japanese hair to the lower half of her own cock, stroking it quickly, her fingers bumping against his plush lips with each upward motion as she tried to push herself over the edge that she too found she was teetering on, just so close. The surges of ecstasy slipped through me. This bliss went beyond any orgasm I had in years. Leslie had begun to time her sucking with Jacks shots of pre, building up the pressure right before Jack would shoot into her mouth. Lindsey agreed to go down to the harbor. again he was I slowly start to build up a orgasm. You are my loving son. “Look at all the stuff we bought!” Samantha said, struggling with the heavy bags she insisted on carrying in all by herself. We cleaned up then went back downstairs to a reception that was being held by one of the thai major vest manufacturers. The top is elasticated so it doesn’t need straps but it’s chinese short enough for me to have to think before asian I bend over.