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The whorish sounds caused by my torment counterpoint the agonized cries that Elionara, close by, emits because of hers. An impaling that arouses me out of my mind seems tame compared to how she must feel having the sharp wooden spine from that horse knifing into her sex. I thought she might last hours, but it only took fifteen minutes for the already-exhausted Elionara to be crying out in pain, and by half an hour she was weeping and calling out to the men who come to watch us. When she has the chance in between her uncontrollable moans of pain to vocalize human words, Elionara calls for Salarin, begging him to come and fuck her. She is not the only woman in the camp humbling herself by pleading. I too have abandoned all dignity and am calling to the men who pass by, begging for anyone just to touch my clit enough to push me over into the white eternity of orgasm. But we are Runners, to be made an example of rather than used by any common Joe, so when juicy after an eternity someone does come to attend to us, it is two of the elite faction leaders of Aghara-Penthay, Hunters, who approach our frames. Cronorgan, the obese man with the shaven head known as The Master, walks beside the grey haired Salarin, The Sadist. Salarin has already said sperm he was done with me. So it’s Cronorgan, and not the Alien, who will have his fun with me next. Following dutifully behind the two leaders comes some of the Hunters’ retinues – a couple of men to assist in whatever humiliations are intended. I try to straighten and prepare myself, but the group arrives at a time when the vibrator is stimulating my clit, so the heroine of the Republic greets this second Hunter with a sluttish moan of desire. Cronorgan stands with his hands on his hips and surveys my sweat-soaked, writhing form. “Do you want to cum, Melena?” he asks me. His voice is rather high in proportion to his body size, which (unlike the tall man) gives him a camp air. Oh I do, doggystyle I want to cum more than anything, and I’m not above whining desperately to show it. Cronorgan’s pleasure is from the sexual dominance of women. He likes to turn their female-ness clit against them, showing them they are weak by using their own bodies. He’s achieved pussy that completely with me, and my response to the torment has inflamed him. I can see the bulge of his erect penis in the loose pants that are Hunter’s uniforms. “Take her off the post,” he orders his men in a perfunctory tone. My relief as they seize me, one arm each, and lift me from the phallic stimulator is so overwhelming I cry out as if I’ve already had an orgasm. While my vagina is being lifted from the dildo ready for fresh invaders Cronorgan extracts himself from his pants. I look down to see what is coming for me, and find his cock is as fat as he is. He’s been circumcised, and the uncovered domed helmet is a dark color, almost maroon. Encircling the base of his shaft is a device of some kind – a ring with a protruding spur the size of a finger joint directly over his organ, at the twelve o’clock position. While he rapes me that spur will press against my clitoris. I predict it is either meant to cause pleasure or pain. Whichever it turns out to be – I will not be able to prevent the contact between myself and that thing. What will happen will happen. I am still dangling from the top of the frame, weight supported entirely from the harness now the men have lifted me off the post. The suspension point is high up my back so my torso hangs almost upright. I can just touch the wooden beam below me with the tips of my toes. She caught site of the house perched upon the hill and felt a sharp pang of regret. Now I've let a man fuck me at both ends and I've known the pleasures of another woman. She wouldn't let you lick my pussy like you lick my sister's pussy.” She feared she may be pulled into an alley and assaulted. I pushed Penny aside somewhat rudely, "Now hang on, I've never used drugs, ever, but for your information I'm paying for Angela to be juicy de toxed, she is working as a prostitute for christ's clit sake." pussy “Is there anything you’d like to say… regarding that?” “The gods are pleased with your offering.” “Yes!” she gasped. Mat doggystyle had a standard DL-44, but I was impressed with Tali’s choice of weapon: A K-16 Bryar pistol. “I have all week to seduce Mom.” I couldn't change her reality so that she no longer found homosexuality distasteful, but instead found it desirable. She gave a disappointed groan but didn't wake. It was early morning as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. I had a feeling my husband made sure I had my own cherry to pop, changing the circumstances of Courtney's life so she wanted to have sperm me break in her pussy with my strap-on. That made my day as I was worried about how to pay the rent with my boyfriend breaking up and moving out on me earlier that day," she tells us. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. “Agreed. She wanted me to be cruel and to debase her, to shame her for the incest, to make her dirty. Eventually she was able to fall asleep. Sex is always an interesting conversation. “You’re very beautiful,” he said. “Yes!” Lizaveta hissed in agreement.