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A cage, large enough for several women to stand in, is bolted to the floor. Two hours out from Cancis Rock, one of these goads rests on a control panel in the flight deck, level with my eye line. Klink has been using it to torment Hoola, the new plaything. As soon as we’d passed the prison security control, disguised once again as free women, he set the ship to auto-pilot, ordered us asian all to strip and he raped tits her. Even though she’s bruised from the fight I gather he found her satisfactory. Tits and I are ignored. We would deter many libidos, the state we’re in. The sores on my breasts haven’t stopped oozing blood. I have a bruise on my ribcage that’s already turning purple where my rib is damaged. My knee is swollen and I can barely stand. My vagina feels like it’s on fire. Tit’s condition is little better. But we left that hateful place, boarding Klink’s ship just as a huddle of weeping Gaianesians passed us being herded towards the prison blocks. “Time to start earning your keep, ladies,” the guard was telling them. We took off into the night with Governor Sour and all his guards unaware that Klink was carrying a new trump card. A data stick with a recording of everything from the moment of our arrival small to the moment we left. Enough to ruin Sour, if Salarin decides to release it. Three hours away from Cancis Rock, after Hoola’s rape and with me barely able to stand, Tits was ordered to the galley to prepare celebratory meals japan for four. Hoola’s orders were to sexually stimulate me. From my knees I stare out the front viewing port of the flight deck into the hyperspace tunnel of light, while Hoola’s rhythmic fingering of my clitoris soothes my injured groin. It takes a while to awaken me, as my bleeding nipples are too sore to allow the rest of my body any pleasure. We are kneeling on the hard floor facing one another while Klink sits in a chair beside us, programing the ship’s controls. I happen to be positioned with the doorway into the rest of Cunt Catcher out of my view, so it is only the change in Hoola’s expression that reveals something is wrong. Her eyes widen – some emotion between uncertainty and fear – and her fingers leave me as she gets to her feet. The detonation of the blaster makes my ears ring, and my eyes burn with the afterimage of the bright light. The force of the impact throws Hoola against control panel, knocking the nearby goad aside, shaved and she slumps limp to the floor. I see a red mark on her naked chest but no blackened burn of a blast set to kill. She’s been stunned. Instinctively I turn at the same time as Klink to see the source, and look up in utter incomprehension at my own sister. She holds a heavy duty blaster in her arms. The weapon points right at me. “I’m sorry, Lara,” she says determinedly. “This is for your protection as well as mine.” And she fires again. I barely feel it when I’m slammed back against the hull. ‌Looking at her like that in the door way a rush of blood stream ran shaved through my dick and he started to get up but i controlled my standing friend and said to my self "calm down" and i looked at her "what do you want to talk about" i said. I like calling you boss,” as she gave me a kiss, took my hand and we walked inside. She actually wasn't tits suffering any physical damage that would normally warrant that level of screaming but it just felt that way to Samantha during the ritual. I saw a big, shiny, black car sitting in front of us. Getting to see lots of MILF housewives. "Fooling around?" she offered helpfully and he blushed before nodding, almost imperceptibly. “Now I want to measure your cocks” Mom went over to the end table and picked up a ruler. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and most of the people looked to see why. I was a coward to slip off without telling them. My balls blew apart watching her ass jiggle wildly against my hips as she reached between her legs and squeezed them. Lesley let out a screech, trying to push him off once again to no avail. Some of them were focused intently like Seth Parish, the nerdy kid who liked to sit in the center of the front row, or Babette Gagnon, a French girl with curly, brown hair that tumbled about her face. She japan put her robe over her naked body and tied it loosely. "Lisa, I'm going to cum soon." He came out through that asian hole only. As a lesser wife she was the only other one allowed to wear white. “Um… holy shit,” Jake stammered. “No, stupid.” she replied, a little annoyed at this point. I surprised myself by unconsciously checking out his ass. “How big is his cock?” Sally wanted to know. I read out the items from our pre-trip cheat sheet, and Alice reported the status of each. She kept watching as I heard, “Oh, my God, Oh, my God. There were about 20 people small in there. Now she was 20 and a third year in college doing honors work. “Emm... After a few minutes I ask if you are ready, you smile at me and say, "Yes baby, fuck my ass." In a daze I held my breath and watched my abdomen move and slowly realized that was Beth’s hand inside of me.