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I might keep you after all,” my Master says as he stiffens and orgasms into his slave. Meanwhile I try to reach for the goad, the imperative of his order “As soon as you can move grab the goad” compelling me to action. Any moment now I’ll be ready and able to obey. Tits wails, panic stricken. I’m so driven to aid my Master that I shift position, but with my arm still lifeless as a log, my hands are numb, and instead of taking hold of the goad I accidentally send it skittering across the floor of the flight deck. Right into my sister’s outstretched hand. “I bet this isn’t smart!” she says viciously as she seizes the goad, and managing to turn the dial to maximum at the same time as moving the weapon towards him, she slams the baton against him. Tits activates the goad and Klink gives an inhuman scream. His rigid body spasms as though he’s having a fit. Somehow asian she manages to roll him off her, and in spite of her injuries Tits moves fast and gracefully straight into a crouch. The Master is limp and seems to be unconscious. Hoola and I are inching towards him like caterpillars as amateur we instinctively try to save him. All that matters is Klink. But Tits has other ideas. “Sorry again sisters,” she says, and with the blaster back on stun Hoola and I both receive a second numbing dose. “As soon as he’s dead and there are only women on the ship, I’ll let you be.” Rendered inert once more, I watch her stand there, looming over Klink still holding cumshot the heavy blaster, not aiming the tip but reversed so the butt points outwards. “Smart weapon or not, this still has its uses,” Tits says. And naked but victorious, she slams the butt of the blaster with tremendous force over and over into the skull of Egregious Klink. The crunch of splintering bone and squishing brain is nauseating, but she does not relent until my Master is unrecognizable and nothing remains of his face but a blooded mass. Afterwards the flight deck looks like a charnel house. Blood-spattered, Tits only stands over the ruins of the corpse for a moment before dropping the blaster with a clatter and rapidly programing fetish commands into Cunt Catcher’s control panel. As feeling returns to my body japanese I get first to my knees, and then to my gingerly to my feet. Now I don’t feel the least urge to defend the Master or try to heal him. What’s there is just meat. I feel no compulsion to obey any order. It’s a very strange sensation. And then I remember. This is what free will feels like. “What are you doing?” I ask her rather humbly. I pulled my self off of her and steadied myself. Maybe Molly was living out a fantasy of hers in her sleep. He striped of his shirt, and by now we were butt naked on his kitchen floor fcucking like animals I lie fetish on my back and he position my legs upon his shoulders I like this position I always came he worked out a lot he shoulder blades were thing of beauty he forced the monster in again and I almost came right there. Now I did feel different. I moaned to the ceiling, exalting in my debauchery, living life by the seconds between breaths, by the pleasure between heartbeats. “Yes daddy.” I cried again making my breath blow in his mouth. We had mastered the art of undressing each other while making out. She might regret cumshot saying that later, he thought. "Well she did leave you this, maybe it will tell you where she is." Mary answered and handed Beth the envelope. Taking care of her entire body, she washed her long asian curly hair last enjoying the feel of it touch her lower back. Prestira unlidded inviting, dangerous eyes. “Yes!” I growled, holding Melody to amateur me as I plowed Pam. I could feel my massive breasts start to sway as I began to meet her every stroke with a push of my own. Despite being a guy, it was still a nightmare, even to me. She looked at me longingly as soon as I entered her bedroom. It was a dildo, I think I'd never felt one before but it was the gravely chuckle of the Dean that sent a terrified shiver down my spine. I could see a genuine sadness behind his eyes, as he escorted me towards the door, and, somehow, it put my mind at ease, despite the frantic texts from Donovan. Her Mom left and I saw her Sister outside the japanese door with her hand down her pants and pulling on a nipple as the door was closed. As his cock slowly started to leak pre-cum, the taste of salty yet sweet blueberries and pineapple overtook my taste buds. She also had a long, forked tongue that she extended almost every time she opened her mouth.