Wazoo Worship 101 1

You told her to sit and she face sitting did. The cunt will do anything you ask her Kordling.” “Don’t say the c-word, Penser,” the blonde woman I’d noticed before says irritably, but I’m barely listening to her. It’s like my facesitting hopes and happiness fell away through the floor the moment leather-jacket said the words. I’m certain he’s right, and with female domination dreadful clarity I see my whole future. The implant Facesit in my brain stem had been inert most of the time I’d been on Aghara-Penthay, only stopping me killing myself or harming a man. While Ja-Alixxe and I fled into space, the Slavers did indeed fully activated it. It isn’t faulty. It’s working perfectly. I’d always imagined the implant would be a voice in my head, something I could sense, but it’s far more insidious. Following men’s orders feels like not like some external compulsion, but like the most natural and logical thing in the world to me. I’m no better than Beyala. In fact once the chemicals from the leeches reach my critical level I’ll be in a far worse state than her. Two sadistic goodbye presents for Melena de Santo. One part of me is screaming for help, but the greater part is already overriding it, and telling me to stay. Why not just do what they say, it reasons? That’s the implant’s ideas, or the hormones, or both. Gods, I must get to the Republic outpost, or I’m done for. Already the one called Kordling is tightening his arm around me. He ordered me to sit, but I figure out that didn’t say I couldn’t leave. I have perhaps seconds to get away, before they realize the full implications of the femdom hold they have over me. I need to flee these crewmates, and find someone who can put me in contact with Republican forces, someone who can protect me from myself and the chemical instinct to give myself to men, which is already dissolving my will. I start to get up, but his grip round me tightens, and he says, “Sit still, Melena.” I obey so quickly it’s as if the muscles in my legs have been paralyzed. I inhale ready to call for help, my last throw of the dice in this year’s Rape Run, but he feels my ribs through the thin wrap and says, “No, don’t scream, or try to attract attention either. She reached for my tits, but she was much more gentle. “Or maybe it should be a show and teach weekend,” Mistress Sam added. I worked harder, my lips tight femdom around him, worshipping him. I rolled out of bed, my large tits, inherited from my mother, swaying before me. I bent down to grab my blouse and pull it on when a naughty impulse caught me. The house was Facesit dead quiet. “Climb up here my pet, and I’ll see how tight your pussy is.” I masturbated twice listening to them, and it wasn't enough. After a while, I was curious about his cock and wanted to see it and have some real sex even if it was with another guy. “Oh, yes, yes, making creampies in you both,” the futa moaned. Sujata welcomed them, s was wearing a very transparent nighty which was not concealing any of her immense assets. Check out who just walked in.” I asked, bracing myself for what I assumed was going to be Sally's confession facesitting about how her Uncle Jerry had gone on face sitting to sexually female domination molest her, back when she was a young girl. It really was a no-win situation. Donna now laid back in only her bra. At the same time she whispered, “Cum for me...cum in me. I’ve waited so long for you to fill me with your cum....cum for me baby.” She quickly kissed his cheek then both the girls. It was then that she saw his cock. 'This one' saying this he took hold of her hand and brought it on his enraged cock. "In the end I ended up showing myself a little. Bayley had gave a little moan. We were whole. Lindsay ate out Brianna, who moaned ceaselessly at the attention, stuffing her mouth with David's cock all the while. My eyes squeezed shut. “Astrid and Tera’s performance will be over soon, so you two better be off, or Justina will miss her… meal.” Lucilla looked apologetically at Freydis, whose clenched jaw was twitching.