Exotisch indisch liebe ritual

“That hurts,” Cass moans, bringing me back to the present. “I’m sorry,” I say, “but I have orders.” “You could leave me, and pretend you’d done it,” she pleads. I shake my head. “You’ll understand when your implant is activated. Your Master gives you softcore an order and it becomes your girls own will. It’s impossible to resist. I was told to do this, so I must.” There is one last striptease swipe with the sponge. It makes Cassarinie flinch. “It’s over now. Your cunt and your ass are clean.” Perhaps the men were waiting outside for me to finish, or maybe it’s a co-incidence. But teasing I have barely retreated from her before Salarin and my Master enter. They carry foldable chairs, which they open facing the chained captive, as though they were visiting her in a hospital bed. Cassarinie begins to whimper as they take their places, struggling on in a way that makes her chains clang. “Cassarinie Ridath… Tell me - who would you like to have fuck you next?” Salarin asks bluntly. “Ladies choice… A man or a woman?” I dare not give a sign to warn her that I know what madness awaits outside if she chooses erotic a woman. The bounty hunter Ja-Alixxe must be just outside, denied the chance to relieve the urges of her nanotech for such a long time it’s driven her into insanity. I remain motionless, kneeling at the side of Klink’s chair so he may reach for me if he wishes. Most women, if forced would choose indignity with a fellow female rather than a man. And Cassarinie is no different. “A woman,” she says with an uncertain glance my way. Salarin smiles cruelly. “Then slave, come,” he orders. I’m rising to my feet before I know it, when he says to me, “not you, stupid Gaianesian.” He does not need to ask the intended recipient twice. Something the color of pale flesh passes me in a rush. And Ja-Alixxe stands before her master in a feral half-crouch. She is naked. Her hands rub her thighs in an obsessive unceasing gesture and her eyes are wild with insanity. She has her thighs apart I can see the lips of her cunt glistening with unsated need. Cassarinie takes in the bounty hunter, Ja-Alixxe with her silver nipples and cunt, and she starts to move in her bonds trying to withdraw into the bed. “You?” she stammers. “But you’re…” and then she looks to Ja-Alixxe’s deranged face. “No, no,” she begs. “A man. I meant a man.” “Ja-Alixxe?” Salarin says. “When I say ‘go’, fuck the woman on that bed. I want you to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her, until you’re too exhausted to stand up. I'll help you get through it.” “You’re not gonna fuck me,” I said lifting up my ass. "Give it to me now!" He slid his fingers under my erotic wig and slowly pulled it off my head. I thought it best to ignore it when one of them slapped my wife on her ass. Her soft lips captured my upper lip; she caressed it briefly then opened her mouth to give girls me a full contact teasing kiss. Then she pressed her lips into my shaved snatch. "I'll give you another choice Claire. It was over long striptease before we wanted it to be, my cock swelled with the impending explosion then began firing burning surges of cum into Danni’s belly. I softcore swirled my tongue through her depths and then nibbled on her labia.