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Each was stalked for days until he’d learned her routines and vulnerabilities, and then he’d drug them with a chemical that produced results much like an implant, rendering the women suggestible and compliant to his commands.” “Under his orders they followed him to hotels, where he always forced them to pay for the rooms so there was no trail back to himself. Once upstairs they were ordered to undress and then he restrained and gagged his victims, making them pose in their shackles for demeaning bondage images and videos. Seeing the women thus shamed, as you are shamed now, would arouse him intensely.” He pauses to caress my naked side, touching the scar where my name “Boobs” was burned into me. The speaker is as aroused as the man in his story, and his erection bulges painfully in his pants. He’s a small silver haired man, but his penis looks gigantic. His voice is gentle, and I would think his face kindly if I didn’t know better. The elderly man teases my nipple, and I instinctively tense, trying to evade his fingers. Of course I fail, for I’ve been rendered helpless. With my arms still behind me in the leather sleeve and my legs in these high boots, it was an easy matter to lash my ankles together and pull them back to my buttocks, stretching me in a painful hogtie. With most of my body naked and exposed, I feel utterly vulnerable. It’s also incredibly painful on my damaged knee, which is bent right backwards. My broken rib feels like it’s piercing into my lung. I lie on my side, facing Tits who is in a similar predicament. Her mouth is stretched wide to accommodate the ball gag. Her eyes look frightened. This is the first time we’ve been gagged since I was in the Palace of Roses. Implants render gags unnecessary – the slave simply has to be ordered to silence. I’ve forgotten how much I japanese hated it. “Once the man’s penis became hard the real fun could begin,” the speaker continues. “His taste, and taste was literally the word, was for biting the breasts of his helpless captives and then raping them. Unfortunately for these women the man was of one of the many species who resemble humans but are not – the Kachyn. One of the differences between the two lifeforms is that Kachyn saliva contains an enzyme harmful to the healing bacta. So when this man used his teeth, unless the breast was removed entirely and regrown, the victim could not erase the marks and had to live forever with a scar from his bite.” “A further difference between the species is that Kachyn women produces a more waxy vaginal secretion than humans. In order for the male’s sperm to function this wax must be broken down. The skin of an aroused male’s penis oozes a caustic secretion which does this. It is harmless to Kachyn women, but he discovered it was intensely painful to the vaginas of other women – humans for example. He has never raped a Gaianesian but he predicts the effect will probably be similar.” He rolls Tits onto her back and she begins to squirm, and she moan desperately. The arched asian hogtie pushes her hips obscenely up towards him. Her thigh is still bleeding from the fight – a kick from the tip of someone’s boot. I moan as well, trying to attract back his blowjob attention. Although this man cumshot terrifies me, my love for Tits overrides fear. I want him to use me and spare her. “Shush, pretty,” he soothes me with stroke of his hand at the intimate place between my legs. “He has plenty for both.” He tried to push his cumshot cock against it but it asian was still difficult to slip in. Instead, blowjob he lied down on the floor of the gym and motioned for Trent and Andrew to lower her onto him. “Awww don’t be like that. Suppose something happens that isn’t our fault? She knew at 120lb she could do to shed a few pounds from her 4’ 11”” diminutive frame but it wasn’t bad for a woman of her age. I hesitated for a moment, could she really be serious about that? "I don't know. Then, while he was caught off guard, she slapped his ass as hard as she could. She looked towards her computer, the computer camera was of course by now running and capturing every detail of the exchange. Tess was laughing again. We were alive. One weekend Mom dressed as a Hooter’s waitress and served Dad beer and refreshments while he watched all the televised professional and college games. Escorted by the men who beat and raped me, I pad back out the brothel, still naked. My mom knocked at the door. It felt nice on my boob, and Irena was beautiful to see. It seems to want to stay beneath her jumpsuit. japanese She had never felt a sensation like that and it was only an inch or two. That was illegal. Following instruction, Carole walked up the aisle.