Would I be spit-roasted like a pig on a stick, and be forced to gulp down vile cum? Would they leave me hog-tied and dressed like a whore for more torment by others who found me? And what if these too started using my ass? It would end up like a big sloppy sinkhole. As I helplessly envisioned these sickening scenes, I remained in blatant arousal. My erection was mocking any claim to having self-respect as it broadcast the unconscionable truth. I’d dressed myself up like a cheap easy slut and gone out with no phone and no backup. I’d deliberately strayed onto notorious turf, and paraded my ass in the open. I’d become overtly aroused when found out and captured, even more so when roughly manhandled. My straining hard cock, now weeping with lust, knew exactly what I dressed and gone out for. To indulge in the rush of deep moral danger, flaunting my impulses outside the boundaries of safety. But my hateful, sick demons asian hadn’t left it to chance when they japanese consigned me to front Canrich Weir. This seedy dark quarter was now a magnet of badness, A hell-hole with a grim reputation. This once sinister cesspit was now the heartland of evil. So lawless, now a no-go for cops. Oh, my demons chose well when they appointed my fate, and knew exactly what I’d be in for. “Go to Canrich Weir,” my sick demons had told me, fully knowing what reception I’d find there. My long due appointment. My most hellish of nightmares. The hosts of my abject defilement. Sadistic cruel thugs who would treat me like shit. Evil scumbags who would beat me and rape me. An Obsession or Two Part 2 It was just over a week later when the unspeakable happened. My nipples hardened from the cool, night air. I have a few close friends that I share most things with. I did as she asked and it worked well up until she wanted some strawberry skin cream rubbed in to the shaved areas to prevent razor burn to those sensitive areas. She squirmed more, another flood of Sven's jizz leaking out of her depths. In one swift motion, he turned me to face him and his asian head was buried in my neck. “Ready for more?” I asked, my hand sliding over her chest and cupping her firm tit. "It’s just pretending." Had Amii lost before? “I don’t know how japanese any of this shit works, but I know what I feel.” Brandon said softly, “All I can do is hope that you feel the same.” "Why thank you very much," I replied smugly as I enthusiastically bounced her up and down making my fat tingling dong slither and slide inside her gripping hole, "Ready for a belly full of spunk, Babe?"
Still stunned, she lies with her thighs apart showing a high pubic mound protected with a triangle of almost-black hair. I can’t help feel sorry for her – she must be longing to close her legs, but japanese a guard nudges her knees open even wider. “Can we entertain ourselves with them?” One of the guards asks asian Doshenk. “We have no women on this ship, and we’ve been in space for some time.” Someone has comes in with a wrap in for her. It’s the same color as mine. The guards don’t put it on her straight away though. They drop it on the floor beside her face, so she can feel her own nakedness and helplessness while she waits, unable to move. The captain shakes his head, and I can’t help feel slightly grateful he’s spared the two of us from rape, even if it’s a temporary reprieve. “This one is marked for special processing,” he says, indicating me, “and the other may also be selected for the Run. Put them into the cages. Prepare the ship for departure and open up a communication link to the home world. It’s time to take these women where they belong.” 5 - Aghara-Penthay The Slaver ship docks with a deep boom that reverberates through the hull. It would appear we have arrived. I’m assuming this is Aghara-Penthay but I don’t know, for with my only view of the vastness of the universe being a blank wall of corridor outside my cramped cage, I have no means of telling where I am. My view of this small world is through a grill, which only shows me that corridor and its featureless far wall. This locked door of bars is my only exit from a container with solid steel floor and ceiling, and alloy walls on the other three sides. My confinement is an act of sheer cruelty. I’ve never spent so long in such a tight space. This is how a lab animal must feel in its cage. She reached the bed, crawling on it, her rump swaying. I find it hard to believe that he didn’t realise that I was cumming, after going rigid then relaxing, the jerking japanese started, and I was still moaning, not crying. Gabriella asian waited in the dimming light of the setting sun for a minute, staring at all of the apartments where her friends had vanished. I readily agree and Julie lays down on the floor. Nothing like a week’s abstinence to lift the libido he thought as he felt his tumescence under the thin layer of soap. He needed to have her. Soon their was a knock at my door. I ran afoul of an unscrupulous man. How it happened doesn’t really matter? called me over saying I want to suck your cock again.. “David, she’s busy. I put this with your skirt and blouse. Mrs. Armstrong groaned, her hands clutched tight, her knuckles white.<
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