And now The very same Runt is here, naked and wearing a control ring, in our cell. I can see why he keeps his hands behind him now – barely visible on his lower arm is the glint of a slave shackle. Leshan is defenseless and Ja-Alixxe is going to make him suffer for his crimes. “Any of you girls want to get some revenge on the male sex?” calls Ja-Alixxe, her voice cold with malice. “No! Don’t!” Leshan pleads, scrabbling with his heels against the floor as though he could propel himself back through the blast door, but begging will get him nowhere now he’s been recognized. Tasha, Oorla, and Cara are on their feet and closing in, trapping him against the edge of the cell. Slave After the indignities I’ve already suffered I too want to kill the Slavers with my bare hands, but it’s not in my nature to be cruel without good reason. So I decide that although I’m not going to participate in this lynching, I certainly won’t intervene while my fellow females restore some self-respect at his expense. “Two of you hold his legs,” Ja-Alixxe is ordering over Leshan’s pleading cries, “while the other two of us arouse him. The control ring will do the rest.” With four women BDSM pitted against one restrained man, he has no chance. Tasha and Oorla seize one of Leshan’s legs each, and they lift, so he tips back and cracks his head roughly on the stone floor, unable to break the descent with his shackled wrists. While he groans, almost knocked unconscious, they pull his legs apart, obscenely displaying Leshan’s genitals and anus. He’s rather hairy, and it makes the cleft between his buttocks look unclean. With revulsion I look at the penis that might have been first to rape some of these women, rape me, had domination Leshan not suffered some kind of fall from grace. Then my view of the vulnerable prick and scrotum is blocked by Ja-Alixxe and Cara, and I am grateful. I can’t see, but I can hear what’s happening. Leshan is helpless to prevent those two women from caressing him, and the noises he emits are half-pleas, and half cries of unwanted arousal. Of the remaining women present in my cell, Aireela the primitive Amazonian blonde watches with only Brutal casual interest. Men are weaker anyway on her world, and perhaps this scene of female dominance is not usual for her. The two women from more repressed worlds where they have little exposure to men - Princess Palonae and Jasmeena, are not engaging either, and avert their gazes from seeing a male in sexual arousal. I too shift my position, and not just so I don’t have to watch. japanese Now Leshan’s head is at floor level I don’t want him able to see up my too-short slave wrap. So I keep my knees together, twisting my body to face to one side, ankles drawn up close to my buttocks. I make sure the side of my wrap that gapes open faces into the wall. His attention is occupied only on his suffering now, but while they were spreading his legs he looked at me - looked right at me, and in his presence I feel underdressed. It is not difficult to tell when the control ring around Leshan’s penis activates. His first scream of agony is deafening in the confined cell. I risk a glance and see his limbs have stiffened as if he’s receiving an intense electric shock. Leshan is bucking so uncontrollably that the women are struggling to hold him. His scream fades to a hoarse cry. It is not enough for his tormentors. I hear Cara murmuring to him in her most seductive voice. “Did that hurt? Poor baby… Oh, let me take it into my mouth and suck it better.” “No! No!” Leshan starts pleading afresh. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya’s beautiful pussy. That's what the suit wanted. And yes of course, I'd love to sit next to her, I'd love to do many things with her. He was considered as somewhat of a big man. He knew every body. Krista already had permission, so Sam was soon to be in the driver's seat, but he didn't know it yet. Brianna was sitting right next to us and I looked at her and said this was almost you Brianna, now you see Brutal what being bad gets you, it can be warm and loving or hard and animalistic. He closed his domination eyes at the warm friction of her vulva caressing his shaft, then snapped back to reality and placed his hand on her hip to stop her. That stung. “Yes doctor,” she replied and stepped to the cabinet again. “Ok if you insist.” “No. And get off me. I`m not like that.” Claire ecstatically shared the news with Slave her parents, who was overjoyed. I leaned in. “Oh, god, I'm your mother.” I felt BDSM sore all over. Four of them said hello back but the fifth said, It was. japanese The shaft was twitching in anticipation of what was to happen; a white pearl of cum from the recent ejaculation was clinging just below the piss hole.