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At first when he takes his turn he’s not quite ready to penetrate. He sexy likes my breasts and plays with them, feeling their weight and pulling at my nipples while I’m forced to kiss him as though I’m his girlfriend. I go along with this, doing everything I can to please in case it deters him from the trigger of my hair. I’m counting the times my Reflex has been activated, wondering if it’s already been enough for the color of my markings to start to change. How many now? Once with Klink and three from these guys already. Groping me and kissing me makes blond-stubble hard enough to be ready to enter, and he steers me back onto my belly on the bed. I’m not resisting any more, but he triggers my Reflex again anyway, moments before he cums inside my ass with a grunting climax. I think he does it because he know it’s the last thing I want. I am empty. Blackness. The dark haired one, he who took me first is already aroused again. I’m made to handjob kneel and take his penis in my mouth this time. Cowed by the direst threats of punishment with the egg or the Reflex if I even touch him with my teeth, I work my tongue and lips to bring him to full hardness. This is the first time I’ve tasted homemade a man’s cock. They’re so disgusting I have to fight the urge to retch. Dark-hair didn’t think it necessary to clean himself after his first conquest of me, so his stale dick is flavored semen, my blood and the foul taste of my own backside. It pleases him to see me react to what I’m enduring, so I’m forced to keep my gaze directed humbly up at him the whole time, never breaking contact. My eyes, he tells me are “big and beautiful”. It’s not easy to keep looking up at him while flooded with the taste of my own shit, especially when he thrusts so deep into me he makes me retch from the sensitive trigger at the back of my throat. But each time I’m forced to look away, unable to avoid swallowing or even blinking, there is a harsh slap to my face, rough enough to leave my cheek hot and stinging. Dark-hair partially withdraws as he climaxes, which means he dumps his load on my tongue rather than letting me immediately swallow it. I gulp, but my throat still feels coated with the vile sticky substance, as warm as body temperature and tasting of salt and urine. “We’d better get her back,” blonde stubble says then. “We’ve been over an hour now.” I feel soiled to my soul, but at least it sounds like for now we’re done. Escorted by the men who beat and raped me, I pad back out the brothel, still naked. If I could I would try to walk with my thighs crossed, that I might hide the place between my legs, but I feel so swollen by the egg in my blowjob womb I have to keep my knees apart in licking a graceless hobble. The men still seem to find the sight of me arousing though, and they make me remain ten yards ahead of them along the mezzanine, so they can watch my bare ass move. Our progress is slow because I’m in so much discomfort. Around me it’s even busier here now – evening on the galactic standard time, so men are arriving from their day’s labor, and we frequently have to pause to let groups go by. If I believed in any gods I would pray to them, begging them to kill me. My universe has become nothing but suffering. My backside is burning – I’m sure they’ve torn me. My thighs and buttocks are trembling with the aftermath of long futile effort, all that time I instinctively tensed to try and protect myself. Between the cheeks of my ass it feels warm, sticky and wrong, each step compounded by the shifting movements of the egg in my womb. All this and yet I also feel nothing. It’s almost as though I’m watching myself disinterestedly on a viewing screen, rather than participating in my life. I make no effort to hide my nudity any more. My disheveled hair hangs in front of my face screening me from the crowds, and I’m barely aware the catcalls and lewd suggestions, and the hands that occasionally snatch at me. We’re only yards from the bar and my master when the largest group of males yet pass between us, and suddenly I’m separated from the men who just raped me by a raucous train of guys four deep and perhaps a hundred long. They all wear matching shirts – some party group perhaps. “Hey cutie!”, “Sweet cheeks”, “What a honey!” “Hooters on that!” the ones nearest call to me. I barely pay them attention as some defeated survival instinct awakens, adrenaline spikes and suddenly I’m limping away as fast as the pain in my damaged pelvis will let me. The first one to get 3 hits wins. Maybe she just didn’t like another Sentient claiming spots in the maternal bible.” “Fuck me… yesss omigod Fuck Me! ” I am going to licking have to homemade lean heavily on your experience here. It also easily loses power in stormy weather.” Then I leaned forward and licked at her snatch. Yes, Daddy, I did. She was wearing the shirt I had gotten for her, perfectly cupping her voluptuous breasts, with the right amount of cleavage to stop any guy or girl in their tracks. His strokes were making it impossible for her to reply. The blonde gasped when she saw the flashes from the other helicopter. "Oh, right," said James, looking down at his apron, damp with cum, "Right…" She yawned, but continued. I can't believe that. Once, when she got some shit on the seat, I cleaned it with my tongue while Goddess was watching before I thoroughly cleaned and sanitized it. Jan naturally grabbed her pillow from underneath her head, and "the war" began. "You are beautiful." ‘That blowjob is probably what I looked like with Mike!’ she suddenly thought and then she remembered her thought in the night, that she would be as irresistible handjob as Mike had been. “Devour all that cum out of me! Ooh, that's my bred, married pussy you're eating, Glory!” C’mon! Just as I pushed past her pussy lips we heard the toilet flush. She surprises me and kisses me on the lips giving me a hug at sexy the same time. The further back you go, the bigger the holes are,” Tera bit her lip the same way Justina did, “it’s like hundreds of years didn’t even happen.” Tera looked at me, “But now we have a golden opportunity. My feet were on the floor and I could tell it was wet. God! "Oh, well, I actually had help with it myself." It was only in the darkest hours of the mornings when I couldn't cum no matter how hard I tried, that my mind strayed back to the image of my Mother in an almost catatonic, orgasmic state. Her body went weak and she collapsed forward. I think to myself; do I head to work today or stay here at the Chateau?