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He is Toys quite right. The guards will get a kick from seeing me weep, and I don’t want the other women to know I can be broken. Ja-alixxe would gloat to see a crack in my defenses. I dab my eyes and try to get the last of my shuddering sobs under control before the guards arrive. To avoid displaying weakness I try to focus on anything that might give me hope. There is still a small chance I could be the winner, I tell myself first. Another possible source of optimism is that I feel no evidence that the implant chip is functioning, although this may simply be because it has yet to be activated. All is not lost, I try to conclude. But maybe it is. I will never again be the same proud and confident Melena de Santo, though. The men around me see me as a slave now and some always will, even if I’m the survivor. As proof, half way through my stumbling journey back to my cell, arms pinned back behind me once more and driven by the choking band of leather tight around my throat, the guard driving me holding the pole slams me without warning into the wall. As if this is a prepared signal his colleague is on me immediately, hands invading my wrap. And then, he molests me intimately, squeezing my breasts, cupping my sex, and running his fingers up the cleft between my buttocks. Once number one has had his fun they swap positions, and the other one takes his turn. During the groping my fragile self-control dissolves yet again, and I’m reduced once more to tears. When the ordeal is finally over they resume herding me almost as if nothing just happened, but I feel shattered. “Don’t try complaining to anybody about this, cunt!” one of them barks to me while my hateful pneumatic chest heaves with sobs. “No one will believe you, or care.” He’s probably right. If the Slavers investigated claims of sexual assault by captive women, they’d never have time for anything else. These two men have groped me and there’s nothing I can do about it. They’re going to get away scot-free, and they’ll do it because I’m a worthless slave. teens I’m emotionally grateful to be back in the comparative safety of the cell but physically I feel terrible. The side of my face aches, I can still feel where the guard’s hands were on me, and the burning from the injections in my groin remains as a tingling itch between my legs which keeps demanding my attention. The irritation feels a little more comfortable with something pressing against the intimate region, so I rest back against the wall with my knees drawn up and my forearms squeezed between my thighs. In this manner I can hold one of my wrists intimately against my nether lips without the position looking unladylike. When I discover this, I have a flashback to remember Ja-Alixxe behaved the same way after her processing. Maybe she also has the same whatever-it-is, but I have no intention of japan revealing any vulnerability by masturbating asking her. I try to sit nonchalantly, concealing what’s been done to me. Instinct is urging me to hide the slave’s mark on my face, and I do keep the marked side turned to the wall for much of the first evening after processing. I conceal it because it shames me to have women I want to respect me seeing that Colonel Melena de Santo has been marked as a sex slave, and will forever carry the symbol proving that she has failed. 9 - Allies We’ve been shut in this stifling hot cell forever, what are the Slavers waiting for? Sighing with irritation I shift masturbation position, drawing up my wrists a little. I’m sitting propped back against the wall, knees raised, elbows between my thighs. I’m not just getting comfortable - my change is position is to discreetly graze my slim forearm against the most intimate place on flesh. For most of the day I’m been trying to find positions that press something against my sex, particularly my clitoris, without my cellmates noticing. Always the wild one, Sydney was high and had worked her way through the beer bottles all night. I am just here to warn you." He looks at Elastigirl who again sucking her husband’s cock with Mr. Incredible helplessly moans in that tentacles wrap. Somehow. “So, for our first worship, I feel this was productive,” she spoked, nodding her head in agreement with herself. That does japan hurt, you’re too big for me in there.” He put on his shoes and socks, grabbed his keys, wallet and phone and he walked out his bedroom door, closed it and started to head downstairs so he could take Samantha to the car dealership. I sat there for ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her body against mine, even of her undressing me and then to touch me. All this time, I had been unconsciously playing with Toys my clit again. She was still shaking, but not so much. “Because it’s the right thing to do,” he said shortly. I said let me guess you are going to follow me there in case of more trouble, Celeste said you clean up trouble every were you go, this is easy pickins with you. This is Mr. Alien, masturbating as Barbie called me. The transformation was successful. It’s like there’s some kind of secret between the two of them. Her legs were shaking, she could barely keep them parted. When a disheartened Hartwell nodded his head, Shelby continued. Her other hand came across her lap, taking mine, she entwined masturbation our fingers together. Mollie said, “Hi, Roo. He squeezed them. Hank grabbed her hips teens again and began to lift her up and down. He brushed his fingertips against my balls, and I didn’t want to acknowledge how good it felt – not even to myself.