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She learns that the sex I Brunette like least is in my backside, partly because I find excrement disgusting. At this revelation Riyena makes me perform daily cleanings on her asshole with my tongue, until Klink (who likes to kiss me on the mouth) discovers what’s going on and forbids it. Riyena learns how I fear having my breasts and pussy used to torture me. She learns I desire her and hate her. When she’s had her fill of hurting me, my body shows its gratitude by reacting to her gentler caress and her naked form with an intense arousal. I lick Riyena’s core out eagerly. I try my hardest to please her, because I want her to show mercy. The worst thing either of them can do is force me to abuse my sister. Riyena likes to order Tits and I to assume the sixty-nine position, and then make us bite each-other’s sensitive organs as hard as we can until we’re blowjob both screaming with pain. Afterwards we need the cunt paste to repair mangled flesh. Making Tits and I try to pull each other’s nipples off is another of Riyena’s favorite games. Causing pain to Tits is worse than being hurt myself. I didn’t think I could ever love someone, care for them, desire them, so profoundly as I do my twin, but when I’m ordered to mash her perfect clitoris between my teeth I go at her ferociously all the same. Implantation was a lifting of a curtain for me, when it revealed that my sister is the galaxy’s most beautiful being, but she is also my greatest source of suffering. It’s rare that Tits and I are alone, or not engaged in sexual service to the others, and this adds to my suffering when I long for intimacy with her so desperately. “Tits! Tits! I love you, I love you,” I weep during a precious moment of privacy, and I can barely keep my hands from her with the intensity of my need. The taste Cumshots of her juice or the feel of her nipple in my mouth is the most exquisite sensation in the universe. Tits responds with a lust that matches my own when we have a rare chance to pleasure ourselves, but I note that when we become intimate she doesn’t grow as wet as I do. When I ask shamefaced how I might please her as much as she pleases me, she tells me she’s always found it difficult to lubricate herself and only the Reflex seems to induce full flow. Even identical twins have minute differences. “Perhaps my markings reveal a different truth with me: that I am a natural submissive, otherwise why else would I need the Reflex to find most pleasure?” Tits says mournfully, and I soothe her, kissing “No, no, no, it’s just what they’ve done to us.” There are other ways we’re not quite the same. Tits seems to be adapting to slavery better than I do – she cries less and has a stoic acceptance I admire and envy. Perhaps it’s because having to regularly feel a man in her mouth is preferable to the nanotech I have stimulating my anus. That steady tingling from my injections began immediately after processing and implantation. Klink specified we should need servicing one per week, handjob but after four days of that hole being neglected the pins-and-needles electric sensation became so distracting that my legs trembled constantly, and I had to cum swallow go red-faced to plea to my Master for relief. The first significant change in my new unhappy existence comes nine days after my ruin up there on the trading station. It’s a slave cliché, but by this time I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been raped. It’s certainly into triple figures – more than twenty per day since my capture. Roger delighted in the power and control he had to restrict or allow her to breath. They both wished they were with Kevin right now, doing all the nasty things Stacy was telling him. “Ah, but are they all bisexual?” David asked, chuckling at her Shakespearean turn of phrase. When clean, they kissed deeply and licked each other to another orgasm. I pleased it with all my might. You understand, right?” She kissed cum swallow me and went to the bathroom saying, “I’ve got to get going, I have a meeting in 30 minutes….I just couldn’t pass up having sex with you this morning….it was great. This was a crime of passion. What those boundaries are I'm not sure, but I want to explore them with you." “I would be delighted my dear.” He replied. From a small set of tits they looked fairly large with Keira's body shape. They took another sip of blowjob handjob coffee. A small, bright gold ring protruded from the apex of my slit…my clit peaking out from between my lips…MY FUCKING CLIT WAS PIERCED! There was something weird about the melody she hummed... I am near the metro station. We’re in Hawaii, can you believe it? She loved her stepbrother, but not like this! 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