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Leave her in the stink until last of all, and finally clean that pretty smile properly for my Master.” Wide eyed, I look at Klink, but see no mercy. Riyena’s request will be permitted. Inexorably the ball, wet with my own saliva, is removed. I am once more human and have the ability to speak, but I can think of nothing to say. Stoically I look up at the ceiling while my face is smeared with warm fluid reeking of my own acrid piss, and I’m forced to lie inhaling that stench while the rest of my body is washed clean. I’m grateful to the slave when she eventually returns to my face, so I try to smile humbly at her, but seeing sympathy in her expression my lip trembles and I break. While I weep she towels me, gently, and with dryness goes all signs that I bled on this bed or wet myself with fright. Physically I look no different to the woman who first was chained here on the bed. Mentally I am a stranger – someone already defeated and shattered to pieces. Then, without speaking the slave girl leaves, abandoning me to my tormentors. This time it is Egregious who takes a seat on the mattress next to me. He said he’d rape me, and with The Reflex, once I was clean. pussy Contemplating what’s coming, I find words to speak. “Please don’t, I’ll give you anything,” I say, young looking up at him as appealingly as I can from my place on my back. I don’t spare a glance for Riyena – I won’t get any mercy from her, but in Klink I might reach a grain of humanity towards a damsel in distress. He strokes my bare breast appreciatively. Slaver men favor loose combat pants without underwear, so the penis is not restricted by tight clothing. I see he is already rampantly hard, model and know I’m not going to evade a violation. We’re taught that once an unpacified male’s blood is up he loses his mind, and nothing can stop him rutting. If this man’s penis is anything like the two I encountered at Subardin, I’m not going to be able to prevent him from forcing it inside me. But I’ve had sex before, so having Klink’s manhood in me is certainly not my greatest fear. That terror is something too shameful to speak its name. “Please,” I repeat. “Rape me, but don’t do the other…” Without responding to this Klink releases his dick and then he mounts the bed, overshadowing me with his bulk. His cock is large, in proportion with the rest of his body. He’s been circumcised and homemade the crown is darker than the heavily veined shaft, almost purple with engorged blood. It’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. “You have nothing to offer me other than your body,” he at last tells me as he moves himself into position and pushes at me with the tip of himself. Stretched out indian on my back I brace myself ready to feel him enter. During the torture I’ve become dry between my legs and I’m expecting his penetration to be painful, but just before he spears into me Klink drags back sharply on my hair and the thing Gaianesian females fear more than anything happens. The Reflex. To be brutally honest you're the first one to make me climax. Both had fear in their eyes. I offer, “Darling would you like to join us?” She looks undaunted by her location or the shouts of the crowd “rape her!”, “rape her!” as she takes her place, and gives Wagner a look that’s almost mischievous. “You don't want me to pop your cherry, huh?” “Probably,” I said. From there I was headed to the kitchen, I realized we pussy hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. “Mmm, what a sexy pair of underwear,” I purred, staring at the gray panties. She was the subject of much admiration from boys but she didn't want to know preferring indian the company of close girl friends. His mushroom head was having its own problem going in. In a little, out a little. It lightly reached through the hole in the front and felt around for my cock. From now on, you are mine. He moved his young thumb in small circles inside of her pussy, touching the top, bottom and sides on the inside of her pussy. She performed all of her tasks on schedule and without question. Suddenly Timur's face lit up as her started to furiously type on his powerful lap top. “He's sad and lonely, and he needs me… pleeeease...” I whimpered. She held her head in one hand as she readjusted to consciousness. He can only stare. MMM would be a lot better than the dildo. Knowing if she woke up now, she wouldn't be able to fight against his whole weight on top of her. To that moment when his cum would spurt into me. I clung to him, whimpering and moaning. She teased me, brushed my hymen. "No - no you can't. “You guys go on into the living room. I’ve been waiting for you all week. She was twenty and a virgin, but tonight she was ready, Ron would have her. The problem really was, as long as he had me knotted, I was stuck as much as he. The orgasm I had experienced earlier at my own hands homemade was but a minor tremor compared to the violent convulsions that now thrashed my tender model young body. That woman was me, but I wasn’t her. The daemon could only inspire more of it.