Jazmin - 1

“How did you trick her into a wrap?” he says with awe to Acheron. “I’d never have pegged her as a submissive. And just look at those legs…” Again I pull futilely at the lower hem of my clothing as though it might somehow stretch enough to cover my cream limbs, while Acheron leans back with a lazy shrug, playing blowjob the role of sleazy escort better than I’m acting willing female. “Does your slave have fantasies of a gang bang?” one of blondie’s group asks Acheron, as though I can’t answer for myself. “We’ll pay fifty credits for a session with her, if that’s why she’s here.” For the second time it is a male who must step in and save me. “Her name is Rosila, and she’s not here for a gang bang. When we get to the Hub she already has an appointment,” Acheron answers calmly. “Rosila…” blond man says, tasting my false name. “If you change your mind about hanging round with this grunt Rosila, there’s always a place for you as a warmer for my cock.” “You should trade her to the Slavers.” This suggestion provided by the man with the lank dark hair. “She’d make a top class sex slave, and she has that snooty look about her that deserves to be taught a lesson.” Trade me to the Slavers? And what snooty look? My face flares scarlet with fury. Gods, I hate men. I hide my bunch fists behind my back and manage to keep my temper in check, looking away as though I’m as submissive as these other sluts. “I’ll take that under advisement,” Acheron says to the men, civilly yet managing to convey a note of dismissal in his voice. I have to grudgingly admit he’s able to fake an alpha-male persona, using it to exert authority over other men. I thought I too had this ability, but it seems to have deserted me from the moment I set foot on Merlon, and with each light year further from Gaianesia and each piece of clothing removed I command less respect. “Who were they?” Acheron asks once they’re out of earshot. “Losers,” I answer, trying to sound dignified. “They hassled Kikizi and I on our way to your office. I put them in their place. It’s just unfortunate they had to see me reduced to this state.” That’s still not the end of my humiliations. Two more men proposition Acheron – offering credits in exchange for sexual use of me. I wonder if it’s cum because I’m one of the few women still standing that makes me a focus for unwanted attention, so I swallow my pride and briefly try sitting on my escort’s giant muscular thighs. But Gaianesian agent or not he is an unpacified male, and the physical contact between us means he can’t help the erection that forms to presses against me. Not his fault – he’s male, weak, but all the same I decide I’d rather stand than offer Acheron Doe the least stimulation. I’m sick with misery long before we reach the trading hub. But I’d been expecting nothing less from the realm of the unpacified beasts, and it will be worth enduring every second if I can find news of Gara, plus download the plans which will save my home. I keep reminding myself objectively things are proceeding well, and the mission is on plan. And I’m not even as alone as I feel - Vengeful Goddess will be somewhere close behind us in the straight cold expanse of space. Only in the secret places of my heart do I need to admit this is the worst experience of my life. 16 – Hub Of the millions of women to set foot on the trading interracial station orbiting Aghara-Penthay, only a few lucky ones do so wearing the blue wraps facial that identify them as privately owned slaves. Why is the blue wrap so coveted? Because unless they’re being brought here in order to be betrayed or traded, private slaves will leave with their owners. Private slaves can have hope. All the others - the vast majority of women - are the property of Aghara-Penthay, and to belong to the Slavers is to be doomed. I don’t need reminding of this as I pad barefoot onto the Hub clutching my own blue wrap close to me, but reminders are everywhere. Heather then smiled, still feeling the effects of facial her orgasm. In nature, it can take several mountings before the penetration is secure enough to last. My moans burst from my lips as the waves of blowjob ecstatic delight washed out of my cunt. Dylan went off and got his dirty clothes and put them in the basket then he watched me as I went into the kitchen, loaded the machine and set it running. She was in the throws of an orgasm as she began to scream, “YES, I WANT HIS COCK IN ME. YES, YES, I WANT JOE TO FUCK ME”. Betsy gives me a smile as she pulls her dress the rest of the way off. “Oh, Mother, this is such a wonderful cock,” purred the princess. “You must see what Elena has done for us” she beamed “It’s wonderful”! Finally exhausted, I withdrew from her. "You *are* a good little slut," he told her, holding her against him with one arm interracial as his other explored her breasts, groping them, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Jess let out a gasp as Terry pinched each one in series. On a mission to find her younger sister, Cindy discovers the dark side of a biker cum bar where she gets into a slug-fest with a nasty biker babe named Karen. Mark knew how this was going to end. One of the princesses had a broken leg. “It’s okay… I… I don’t mind…” I tell her. "Mkay, I don't have a lot of words." Rigal could only stand straight there his mouth open. She came down and did a one eighty. I just make it up as I go along.