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The woman screams again, the same inhuman tortured sound, and then I hear her desperately gabbling something before speech is cut off big with another yell. Klink’s orgasmic groan is barely audible over her suffering, but I feel him pulse within me as he empties his slimy seed. His seed… Gods… Yet more of his seed in me. Gaianesian women have evolved ass to fall pregnant more easily than humans – being swollen with child is a good way to avoid rape in a world where men vastly outnumber nubile women. The odds I’ve escaped fertilization after so many have released themselves into me are slim. When the inevitable occurs, is he going to beat me to a pulp as he did Tits, or will he understand it wasn’t my fault? Or perhaps I won’t be permitted to void myself of my crossbreed offspring, and my stomach will slowly expand with more proof of my defeat. My Master withdraws from me. As is routine for one of Klink’s sessions, once sex is over I must clean his penis with only my mouth. The taste of semen mixed with female juices is now familiar to me. I will endure the stench filling my nose until I’m next permitted to rinse myself clean. Bu my revulsion makes no difference. Diligently I use my lips and tongue while the woman shrieks and screams in the background. Only when Klink thinks my efforts are satisfactory does he tuck himself into his pants and watch from the door. “Hurry up and put your wrap back on, slut,” he says. “Then let’s go and see.” It is of course Cassarinie Ridath who is screaming. Salarin is brushing her breasts with a slave goad, one of the many instruments of torture that he likes pussy to use which inflict intense pain without the least physical damage. Every muscle in her nude body is rigid, as though she’s being electrocuted. There is quite a crowd now – perhaps fifty men here watching the torture. I see the faction badges not just of Salarin’s clan, but of the other three Hunters, come to enjoy a Rape Runner’s downfall. Salarin looks almost bored as he abuses Cassarinie, looking at her contorted features with disinterest. When he moves the goad tits away from her he sighs. “Try again. Tell me a joke,” he says. Cass’s eyes flicker desperately as she tries to come up with something. “Why do women have breasts?” she stammers in a trembling voice, and then a moment later answers, “So men will talk to us.” Klink chuckles, but Salarin shakes his head. “Not good enough. Tits or pussy?” Cass seems to be trying to pedal backwards in her frame. “Oh, no, no, no, please!” she begs. “Tits or pussy?” Salarin demands more aggressively. “Tits!” she says in a voice dissolving into hysteria. And the Hunter lifts the goad to her breasts and brushes the wand over her exposed flesh. Cassarinie screams insanely, the same sound we could hear during sex. It’s probably Fingering only seconds the goad touches her, but it seems like eternity. “Try again. Tell me a joke,” he says. A giggle ran through her. Her Fingering hands stroking my hair as I let the years of hidden grief come pouring out. “Baby, please just do as your mistress commands. Without hesitation. He got a better view of her. “I can’t get out here, not like this; ask the driver to round the block please.” “There’s your answer. I had seen Luciana around the pussy house and pool area and each time she blushed deeply. He had cameras installed in every room of his retirement home. He shouldn’t have been looking at his daughter the way we was, but he couldn’t help it. He said damn you get around, tits don’t you? I do not recall waking up though but, it was clearly you in my dream. I kicked myself, realizing that she must have seen me in the mirror. I guess that it’s one of the differences between the French and the British. You're so hard. “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing my erection down until the tip pointed accusingly at her. My mission to gain male experience successfully is completed, but at the cost of me feeling nothing like the victor. She chose to concentrate her time as a mom on her kids instead of finding a man. Her kids would realize in their later 20’s how much their mom showed she loved them and took responsibility for them to make sure they grew up knowing they were loved and wanted. Smiling, Nicole leaned in forward and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. I slowly removed her clothes right there on the sofa, big using every part of my being to pleasure every part that came into view. “I would have died if Ava hadn't sacrificed her proxy,” my brother continued, his thumb running over the crystal lips. My dick throbbed. He told me that he practiced his speech for weeks and then he took me to Harry Winston ass for my ring and our wedding bands. Protected by his powerful friends. As we get on the elevator, she says, “Kiss me Daddy. That’ll sort the men from the boys.”