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With no option other than looking at her I do. I’d seen her small breasts and her hairless, rather puffy vulva before in the image. But standing over me I’m willing to acknowledge she’s not big unattractive, for a Harken. Riyena is quite athletic, or maybe they’ve been making her exercise since her capture. Her eyes are as dark as her hair and they’re large, and feminine, but cold. I oral nod my approval ingratiatingly, followed by shaking my arms a second time to demonstrate my wish to be released, but she just repeats “Shush, Gaianesian” in her Harken accent, and sits on the mattress close to my hip. Riyena is examining me with something like reverence – as though she’s a child given a gift too good to believe. I realize her hand is hovering mere inches from touching me. I look at that hand and in the middle of all my fear and shame I feel hope. Here is the culmination of my mission – all that preparation, all those demeaning experiences, to bring me to that hand. I simply need her to make contact – skin-to-skin and the download will start from her chip to the anklet locked around me. However there is something I’m more desperate to know. And even with my mouth distorted and my tongue squashed by the ball I’m able to make a sound like “Gara”. Riyena nods, and she says in the blonde same soft voice she’s used since she walked in, “You’re asking me if your sister is alive, yes? You know you look just like her? Although there’s something tougher about her, and your eyes aren’t as pretty. I think that’s only dye you’ve used though.” Ignoring those observations, I mouth a plea out through Oral Sex my gag, which no doubt sounds pathetic. How I look doesn’t matter. Just tell me - where is she? Riyena chuckles. “She’s down on the surface. Waiting for us.” No! No! It’s the news I’d dreaded above everything. Pressing my head back into the mattress I stare upwards at the ceiling and blink back tears. Gara! No! She says you’re on the surface. If that’s true that can only mean you’re a sex slave of Aghara-Penthay. My beloved sister, implanted, obedient, degraded, raped, sold. If only you’d died when your ship was attacked. I desperately need a moment to mourn, but Riyena does not allow me long to come to terms with this tragedy. “No doubt White Queen didn’t give a crap about your sister, and only sent here to complete her mission and transfer the data from my secret chip, yes? So you’re tits eager for me to touch you?” she continues, and then without waiting for me to reply she adds, “Well let me oblige.” And without asking my permission the Harken female does touch me, and not just a touch – she fingers me intimately, at the apex of my legs below my pubic bone, where only my lovers have been permitted. Of course she understands the female body, and the initial contact with the smooth pads of her fingers is in the correct spot to trigger a flare of arousal which immediately heats my abdomen. The prone position I’m in means I can’t look down to see what she’s doing properly. And left with only the nerve signals to inform me, they seem far more intense, and therefore worse when only a moment later my pleasure turns to suffering. It seemed like they were starting to reach a climax. “Fuck me hard.” I sucked. “Cum in her!” groaned Iesha.” No doubt, the time when I flinch and cower like a dog at a man’s merest movement is coming. The best big Oral Sex thing in the world. He startled and turned to the door. Her thighs were soft and my fingers were perilously close to her tits crotch. “Looks like you took your second chance and made something of it,” she continued. As soon as Mike says something, Kelly calls Paul out about his ability to last any longer. When she got her breath back she oral looked up at me and saw Darren stood blonde next to me. She let out a little gasp as I put out my hand to help her get up.