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It seems I’m not the only female in the elevator, and everyone assumes I’m the property of someone else. Logic begins to return to me. I’m groped from behind again, for oriental longer this time, a hand that cups my rump and squeezes the cheek, but I know better than asian to look round. I’ve made it this far. Could I get further? Dying hope reignites as I consider my chances of bluffing my way back onto the Bountiful Sluts. “My master is waiting for me on board. Acheron Doe.” Oh yes, please Gods, let that work! If there’s anyone watching over me, let me get away from this nightmare. I’ll dedicate my life to you if only you spare me. Take all those other women, but not me. The doors open and I limp purposefully onwards. My belly feels swollen with the shifting egg and the cramps that are the aftermath of anal rape, so I can’t go too fast without the pain becoming debilitating. I have to go slowly anyway - I’d not paid much attention to my route on the way up, so now I must read the signs on many identical docking portals as I search for my ship. The egg – it hasn’t activated yet. What is the range of the controller? It can’t be far, as the men must know by now I’ve absconded and be trying to disable me. Then, sweet relief, I recognize a face in the line of passengers waiting to board a ship. Bountiful Sluts. Just there, yards away through the viewing window, is the sum of all my hopes. And it’s leaving in just ten minutes. This might work, if only I can get past the two guards. People are laughing, relaxed. I consider trying to push to the front, but that’s not the way submissives behave, and I would attract too many questions. A middle aged female in a blue wrap whom I recognize from the outbound journey has noticed me in spite of my discretion, and is whispering to her companion. I try to shrink into the crowd, even though concealing bare flesh is futile. Beautiful women are always going to get noticed. Naked ones even more so. Many are staring at me now. But before japanese the strangers can act, my time runs out. From somewhere back along the docking level there is a male cry, “Hey!” and I think I hear Klink’s laugh. Panic and despair grips me, and in final desperation I run as fast as my damaged body will permit along the passageway. All hope is gone now. Now my search is for a way I can kill myself – running into an electro-shield, or in front of the guns of the guards, or throwing myself from a teens great height. But fate denies me that too. There’s a supernova of pain from inside my vulva. My legs give way instantly and I hit the floor hard, cracking my skull, clutching between my bare thighs, and screaming as I pull uselessly at the burning metal. Next thing I know Klink is standing over me, along with the four men, smiling. “I'm a greedy mommy,” she purred. He said that depending on what they were willing to do for him, that he would try to work that out in some way. “He is dead!” the captain insisted. Her fingers were long with short nails. I don’t japanese want you thinking you have oriental some obligation to--” I offered asian her some teens tissues to clean up. Stefani stood beside me, her arm sliding around my waist. She didn’t give me a second look. “Hey sweetie, I have some bad news. Chapter 1 Oh, Mom, work that tongue in my cunt! "Whoa, jeez, um, what's wrong with that? Chapter 3 They all wanted to make robots and have battles.