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A circle of women trapped within a circle of men. As silence falls female faces show uncertainty. A few are trying not to cry. Males in contrast are excited, anticipating some form of sport. “Gentlemen,” the Slaver captain says in a loud voice. “You’ll see here we have an entire shipload of captured Gaianesian females. You’ll know about the Gaianesians – the women who believe themselves superior to men, and who neuter their males to deny them any right to pleasure…” No! That’s not the way it is – we’re protecting them. But before my shipmates can clarify, a barrage of cruel name-calling is unleashed – “whore”, “bitch”, and “cunt” being the most common insults thrown at my comrades. “Well,” continues the captain, “Here we have an entire shipload of those superior Gaianesians, but an oversight means that the women still have their clothes. They’re breaking our laws.” He’s feigning surprise. “They can hardly go down to the surface dressed like that, but my brave soldiers are tired. Is there any other man willing to help us correct this, and uphold our dear planet’s rules?” Understanding of what’s about to happen spreads through the crowd like a poisonous cloud. My countrywomen see what’s ahead too. Fear distorts every Gaianesian face, heads shaking in disbelief, and they instinctively huddle closer together, as though proximity with other females can offer them some protection. Men are already beginning to edge forward, but the captain has one final instruction. “Just one rule before you start though - no raping them, as we don’t know who japanese the virgins are,” he shouts over the increasing volume of voices. “But apart from penetration – knock yourselves out. Teach these feminist cunts a lesson they’ll never forget.” I’m fetish perhaps lucky that in the melee of bodies that surges forward I can’t see much of what happens, except for the occasional glimpse of the cream skin of female flesh. But I can hear it well enough. The sound of women’s pleas for mercy changing to screams. Tearing fabric. Male laughter. Brave efforts at resistance. Then an even more unbearable noise – the whorish moans of females in arousal as they fail to keep men from their hair and BDSM their Reflexes are triggered. It seems to go on forever, but it probably takes about fifteen standard galactic minutes before the crowds surrounding my friends begin to thin. Perhaps men’s rage is spent, perhaps there is no more sport once every last one has been stripped, or maybe blowjob prohibited from penetration the men need to quench their arousal elsewhere. Each one of my comrades is naked. One or two are on their feet, but most are lying on the floor, or on their knees. Most could get up but choose to remain low, heads down in a gesture of surrender and humility intended to deter further assault. Not even White Queen’s age has spared her, and unable to use her arms to conceal her body her shriveled asian breasts are on view for the crowd. He was a master cock-sucked and did blowjob things to my cock no one had ever done before and always managed to suck at least two loads out of me with no problem. Then he reversed his position and placed Tiffany's head on the inside of his thigh. We had a long chat and I told her all about Jon and I and she told me about her being on holiday on her own, it being a last minute booking because she wanted to get over just splitting with her boyfriend. BDSM Three girls. "I'm fine, I'm just glad we both showered. Shauna pushed herself up against Leona to feel the other girl's strong muscles under that gorgeous dark skin. Yavara panted in tense ecstasy, staring at the woman fetish between her legs. The words were gushing out of me. I just wanted it to be over. “The implant doesn’t work like that,” Salarin interrupted dismissively before Klink had finished. Almost immediately, asian my phone vibrates and receives a reply. “ AN HOUR?! Silk begged again for an orgasm but japanese he told her not till he did. “Lara and Gara… those are lame names,” observes Egregious Klink.