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Brave efforts at resistance. Then Maria an even more unbearable noise – the whorish moans of females in arousal as they Monika fail to keep men from their hair and their Reflexes are triggered. It seems to go on forever, but it probably takes about fifteen standard galactic minutes before the crowds surrounding my friends begin to thin. Perhaps men’s rage is spent, perhaps there is no more sport once every last one has been stripped, or maybe prohibited from penetration the men need to quench their arousal elsewhere. Each one of my comrades is naked. One or two are on their feet, but most are lying on the floor, or on their knees. Most could get up but choose to remain low, heads down in a gesture of surrender and humility intended to deter further assault. Not even White Queen’s age has spared her, and unable sorry to use Bhabhi her arms to conceal her body her shriveled breasts are on view for the crowd. White Queen too is on her knees, slumped forward leaning against another nude woman as though she’s on the brink of collapse. Many of the prisoners are panting – the aftermath of intense exertion resulting from the Reflex being triggered. Almost half have gobs of a viscous milky substance dripping aunty from somewhere on their bodies. When I spot the naked Hoola, further around the circle than before the attack, I see she has one of these deposits on her cheek. I’m not very experienced with unpacified men and it takes me a moment to realize it must be sperm. I shudder with pity and revulsion. As the ultimate show of contempt, some of the men in the crowd have ejaculated over my fallen sisters. A waiflike redhead flight officer, a pretty girl and one of the youngest crew members, seems to have been a particular target for this abuse. “No…” I moan, and I also sink to my knees on the hard floor of the mezzanine. I don’t see how any sentient beings could permit others to be treated this way. We’re just women. Whatever our species we’re just women. But to these men our sex seems sufficient justification for horrific cruelty. 22 – Reunion Down on my knees the last thing I’m expecting to hear is a familiar voice, but I’m sure I know the accent of a male saying “Man, I hate those Gaianesian bitches. I hope they’re made into the lowest cock whores it’s possible to be.” Emily whispered. Women are not permitted chairs on Maria Aghara-Penthay. Then with a gasp, Michelle pointed to the picture and said,, "and the other one looks like ..." sorry Master will you keep me as your loving slave for as long as I live? Morning came and things were quiet, little was said bout yesterday. "You are still learning so it is Monika fine. “Relax! Zach, her twin brother, asked after she took a seat next to him. The thickness of him drug her aunty labial folds inward with his advance, and biting at the meat of his neck was all she could do to keep from screaming. It was time to blackmail a Bhabhi master mage. His sickle swung down to rip out my throat.