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I thought have my nipples out was bad, but having my sex exposed to the open air Shaved Pussy makes me feel unbearably vulnerable. I can feel the hot desert breeze on my dampness. Sensing weakness as though he’s telepathic Salarin touches the sharp point of the knife’s tip against the folded flesh of my clitoris once. No doubt this is only to make me flinch, but I do anyway. Once the sharp pressure is gone, we pause again. Even though I’ve just been stripped naked I summon enough will to straighten in my frame, and I stand, lifting my breasts proudly. I must resist to the last, dildo and show the women of the universe, that they might break me, but I shall go as a martyr. Salarin passes the knife off to Big Tits a grinning underling, who removes it and also scrabbles in the red dust for the ruined remnants of my outfit. My shredded clothing will be auctioned, probably for a huge sum. Fabric that smells of Melena de Santo. “You have an unusually prominent clitoris, colonel,” Salarin comments conversationally, bringing me back to the present. “Is it sensitive?” “Go to hell” is my only reply. This time he doesn’t just walk away. With a flash of movement his hand is between my legs, and now the probing is intimate. Stroking in a swift upwards motion he draws his fingertips between the soft pads of my nether lips, lubricated easily by my juices, and as his digits travel up and away he brushing my hood roughly. The effect on me is involuntary and immediate. My body flares and I stiffen and gasp in orgasm my bonds. As his hand moves away my pelvis shifts to follow him. It was the touch of just a moment, but the damage is done to my pride goes deep. I feel my face glowing with shame, hotter than the place between my legs. “Oh, colonel,” Salarin admonishes me. “Needy, are we? Is being tied up Lesbian like this turning you on?” How dare he do this to me? How dare he? “Go… to… hell!” I repeat, more of a shout this time, and I lunge forward as though I’m trying to attack him. It’s a foolish thing to do when I’m naked and helpless, but I have to try and retain my dignity somehow. Tutting, Salarin moves the other instrument he’s carrying, that dreaded electronic wand, into his right hand. “You’ll already know this is a slave goad,” he says loudly, for the benefit of the audience as well as me, and he waves it high in the air like a stage magician showing off a prop. “It was noted that you were particularly fearful of these during your processing in the center. Perhaps you have a low tolerance to pain.” “Well, as you’ll already know my brave beautiful Colonel, wherever the goad touches skin, it stimulates the nerves that transmit pain, without causing any damage. It’s the perfect way to torture slaves. You can goad someone into unconsciousness, and it won’t even leave a bruise.” My head reels, faint with fear. Oh please save me, oh please save me. That’s what’s planned for me. He’s about to use the goad. “Where there are more densely concentrated nerves in the victim’s flesh,” Salarin continues, “the torment is more intense. So your sexual organs will make particularly good targets, Melena, but never fear. We’ll save those for later. Seeing as you seem to be hypersensitive there, we don’t want to rush the main event, or have you black-out too early.” He’s gesticulating with the goad while he talks, so it keeps waving casually towards me, and involuntarily, each time I shrink away from its touch. Savannah and the medium looked down, horrified to see the appearance of bruises and cuts all along Savannah’s limbs, and body. He pulled Big Tits back giving her relief. I'm not sure if I can take Drivas and Thellus with me. Their ship might not be able to take the strain of my traveling.} “Uh, I, uh… we have a rule about wearing shoes in the restaurant.” “Oooh baby, yes, such a good boy, sucking Athena’s cock like that…” She purred Lesbian low and as he looked up, he couldn’t see her eyes, so looked dildo instead into the camera lens pointed at him, Athena letting out a soft chuckle as she closed her thighs a little, not enough to squish him, but enough that he had to move Shaved Pussy his elbows up to rest on her plush thighs. How was it supposed to fit on his ample body? My eyes fluttered. In hindsight, it wasn’t really that big of a revelation given that James orgasm was formidable enough to be chosen to lead his own Squadron, very similar to Logan’s situation. We cannot undress in front of each other.] He tried hard to poke the end of his tongue into the little hole that was leaking the nectar he found irresistible.