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Thus, I am by their law Salarin’s sex slave. Despite his saying he was finished with me – apparently because I’m too cowardly under torture to be of interest, my disposal is still his privilege. Protocol amongst the Hunters is that once Brunette the initial captor has claimed the honor of violating his prize, the other faction leaders may have turns with her. At the end she is sold on, or kept as her captor’s personal servant, depending on his wishes. Cronorgan has used me already. Before they start whoring me to my sponsors, I might still be passed to Lotho-etsarra, the one known as The Libido because of the way he can go for hours and is only interested in screwing as many females as he can. Or it might be Jackran-ad-aktar, the one called The Alien with his gigantic spear of a penis. It is the Alien whom I currently dread penetrating me more than any other living being, so I wait in a state of terrible fear knowing how completely defenseless is my delicate pussy. But my feelings are worth nothing. If the Alien wants me, he will have me. And afterwards, if he wants he will have creampie me again. No matter how much it hurts and tears me inside they will simply repair me with that “cunt paste” and start on me right over again. I’ll be as tight as a virgin and the next violation will hurt just as much as the first one did. These are the grim thoughts that reach their peak when I detect the sounds of movement outside the hut. I tense like a trapped animal, even though any resistance on my pornstar part is futile. It deep is with definite relief I see Lotho-etsarra, the one called the libido, enter my chamber. He has the familiar cruel expression on his handsome sculpted face. Dark eyes burn as they look at me. But he is better than the Alien. And then I cry out, a cry of utter despair in the face of unstoppable evil. For following humbly behind him is Jasmine, my friend who should be safe and well with the Republic fleet, now incomprehensibly here on this abhorrent world. What is she doing on Aghara-Penthay? How did they..? Please no, not her! What new cruelty is this? Jasmine is stark naked, and her face carries the same slave mark as I have on my cheek. big That means these bastards will have implanted her. At the apex of her legs, her pubic hair has gone. I can see the lips of her pussy, pink and almost fat enough to hide her clitoris. The Slavers have done something to her breasts. They’re now much larger than they were before, bigger than mine, and almost on the verge of drooping. “Jasmine!” I wail. Her eyes meet mine briefly in response, but there is no message conveyed as she stands docilely with her slim arms at her sides. Instead, her gaze moves away from my face and down over my body, absorbing the sight of me as I’m doing with her. Her pussy milked out every drop of cum in my balls. I didn’t do it for this, though. "Wait, wait, come in. It's hideously cold out there. Arbor actual smiled then. “Does this mean—” Gloria reached between them and grabbed his cock.—“now we're gonna do it?” She pulled her middle forward, forced his stiffness down, and shoved her ass back. She then said "I miss taking care of you young guys with your hard cocks." “No . . . As I’ve mentioned before, one pornstar of the streets consists of several buildings that have been turned into one, where it feels like one has slightly more privacy than out on the tourist-packed streets. Everybody is still at work anyway.” Ok.” Flick pulled my face to hers sticking her tounge back in my mouth mashing my lips harder as my finger curled deep inside her hitting her magic spot, her body shivered her breathing laboured, her pussy tightening around my fingers giving of the same heat and Brunette wetness I do when I finger myself, Flick pushed me out of her and sat directly onto the toilet letting out a large powerful splash of her juices into the toilet It was the final session and he was quite desperate for the money to flow in. This upset the beast and he let out a low growl. Alright what? When I looked at Greg, he was tipping up his beer and taking a long tug. � The fireplace crackles,� sparks fly in a hurried unison up the flue,� ash and ember fall to the the stone and dance, his spasms wane.� Tendrils of smoke reach out from the chimney and get big swept, creampie up and away, in swirls on the breeze, his body, relaxes and stills. Her boss! "I'm fucking serious, Kayla. I wonder what they would have done to me had they caught me then? There stood, hidden from sight, a perfect copy of Ms. Davies.