I nod my approval ingratiatingly, followed by shaking my arms a second time to demonstrate my wish to be released, but she just repeats “Shush, Gaianesian” in her Harken accent, and sits on the mattress close to my hip. Riyena is examining me with something like reverence – as though she’s a child given a gift too good to believe. I realize her hand is hovering mere inches from touching me. I look at that hand and in the middle of all my fear and shame I feel hope. Here is the culmination of my mission – all that preparation, all those demeaning experiences, to bring me to that hand. I simply need her to make contact – skin-to-skin and the download will start from her chip to the anklet locked around me. However there is something I’m more desperate to know. japanese And even with my mouth distorted and my tongue squashed by the ball I’m able to make a sound like “Gara”. Riyena nods, and she says in the same soft voice she’s used since she walked in, “You’re asking me if your sister is blowjob alive, yes? You know you look just like her? Although there’s something tougher about her, and your eyes aren’t as pretty. I think that’s only dye you’ve used though.” Ignoring those observations, I mouth a plea out through my gag, which no doubt sounds pathetic. How I look doesn’t matter. Just tell me - where is she? Riyena chuckles. “She’s down on the surface. Waiting for us.” No! No! It’s the news I’d dreaded above everything. Pressing my handjob head back into the mattress I stare upwards at the ceiling and blink back tears. Gara! No! She says you’re on the surface. If that’s true that can only mean you’re a sex slave of Aghara-Penthay. My beloved sister, implanted, obedient, degraded, raped, sold. If only you’d died when your ship was attacked. I desperately need a moment to mourn, but Riyena does not allow me long to come to terms with this tragedy. “No doubt White Queen didn’t give a crap about your sister, and only sent here to complete her mission and transfer the data from my secret chip, yes? So you’re eager for me to touch you?” she continues, and then without waiting for me to reply she adds, “Well let me oblige.” And without asking my permission the Harken female does touch me, and not just a touch – she fingers me intimately, at the apex of massage my legs below my pubic bone, where only my lovers have been permitted. Of course she understands the female body, and the initial contact with the smooth pads of her fingers is in the correct spot to trigger a flare of arousal which immediately heats my abdomen. The prone position I’m in means I can’t look down to see what she’s doing properly. And left with only the nerve signals to inform me, they seem far more intense, and therefore worse when only a moment later my pleasure turns to suffering. Without warning I feel her squash the hooded folds of my clitoris between her knuckles, mashing hard enough to make me tense in my bonds and mutely moan in pain. No-one has tried to harm my sex organs before. My flesh is sensitive there, and I’m astounded how much it can hurt. Fucking bitch! I scowl silently at her. I’m furious, but also aware how utterly unable I am to stop her. The adrenaline spike of pain makes asian my blood pound even harder. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. “That’s, ah, from Seneca!” Stephanie recalled. Lost my cherry.” I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim's dick. Below the hair on her crotch I could barely make out the subtle folds of labia. Cindy massage slid her arms around his body and soaked in the moment. Fuuuck it feels so good! 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