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Even in this situation he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked. But that got twisted too, as now he saw her sitting in her desk chair, nude. Her breasts glistened, as did her pussy, and she said “Eat my pussy, Michael!” And suddenly, all he saw was black. Hermione heard the door to the classroom open and in strode Ms. Davies, having returned from delivering Harry to the porn hospital wing. “What happened to him, Ms. Davies?” Asked Hermione, her voice shaking slightly, as the class free murmured. “Well, ladies and gentlemen,” Began Ms. Davies, and everyone went quiet. “Harry suffered through a memory split. Which is when someone inserts a memory into someone else’s head, but the person rejects it. So they start to see fragments as if they’re actually there. Its fairly harmless- Harry will be alright, Hermione- but...” Ms. Davies paused and surveyed the class, with an unusually stern look. She’s usually so happy, and positive, but she wore this new masturbating look well. She will do whats necessary to protect her students. “...but, if its untreated for too long, it can eventually result in brain damage. So, whoever attempted this, they are very lucky that he had such strong symptoms. Harry’s subconscious fought it strongly. Thankfully the fragments were removed without any trouble.” “Can you find out who did it by the fragments?” Asked Ron, whose arm tube had left its usual perch around Lavenders shoulder. “No. I’m afraid the only person who can possibly identify whoever did it, is Harry. And he might not remember, or might not have seen any distinctive features british in his hallucinations. He was seeing things through their perspective, after all. Okay, there was that damn duct tape between the handle and my pussy but it still masturbating felt good. Hartwell could only shake his head as he watched on the view screen. It made her feel warm, and like Daniel british would help and protect her. Kelly started things off by jumping on the bed and putting her mouth right on the crotch of Tara’s pants and blowing warm air through the cloth, passed her panties and porn right on her lushes pussy. Moving tube my way towards the couch, I knew exactly what he wanted to do to me. As I rested my back against the seat cushions, I rested my neck free on the arm of the couch, my head hanging over. Now do it!
The “most want to lose” category will mean a heavy handicap in The Zone. Alexa’s face flickers for a moment with uncertainty before her bravado resumes. “Bidding on your ownership is fierce,” Wagner informs her. Back in Klink’s room, that spurs our master to comment. “Tits and Boobs… Want to know who is in front in that auction?” he gloats, giving a particularly fierce thrust of his hips that makes my naked sister groan with pain. “Me. She’s going to be mine! That cunt’s going to be licking your holes out.” I look at the woman on screen trying to imagine myself intimate with Alexa, imagine her “licking my holes out”, but I feel nothing. The proud pirate, unbowed by the statistics that a most-want-to-lose Runner hasn’t been tube the victor in the Rape Run for many years, seems too remote to me. When the interview reaches the part where Wagner offers her the choice of baring her breasts or using the phallus on princess Palonae, Alexa strides unhesitatingly across towards the helpless slave. “Watch everyone. This is what I’ll do to those other Runners,” she declares, and instead of going for the woman’s pussy she positions the head of the cock against the star muscle of Palonae’s anus. “No, No!” the princess starts pleading, but Alexa is already ramming her hips forward viciously, making her helpless victim scream. “Yes!” cries Klink, and dragging my sister’s hair back forcing her to look up at the ceiling, he bucks hard enough upwards to lift her momentarily from the bed. Tits slumps, rendered insensible with the force of her Reflex while my owner pumps himself to orgasm inside her, violating my beloved sister’s anus at the same time as the pirate ravages the princess. “Happy Rape free Run, Alexa Goshenk,” Klink taunts to the viewing screen as the last of this year’s Rape Runners is dragged from the platform. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” 30 - Three It’s been another day of wishing we were able to kill ourselves. Klink has been feeling particularly vindictive towards women since he learned Alexa was participating in the Rape Run. A typical porn example took place just after his climax in my sister’s ass, when he wanted to watch me clean out the contents of her orifice using my tongue. I could think of little more disgusting, perhaps save performing the service for someone other than Tits, but I am implanted so I inevitably followed the order and tried to the best of my ability too. The taste was utterly vile and I retched repeatedly, but that was all – I’d been ordered not to vomit. Apparently the effect of the implant in the female brain is so powerful it even overrides physical reflex, and I gulped back the repulsive mixture without being sick. I wish it had been otherwise. The acid aftermath of vomit is nothing, but at the end of the day I could still masturbating taste Tits’ back passage in my mouth, even though I rinsed myself every time I had the chance. Things have been worse for her. I completed my monthly woman’s cycle just before leaving for Aghara-Penthay, so today, with my time in captivity now at about a fortnight, I’m due to begin menstruating in just over another week. Tits’ periods have been guaranteed to synchronize with my own since girlhood, so she should have voided her womb while I was waiting to leave Gaianesia, but for the first time since puberty her bleeding didn’t arrive. It’s been over a galactic month since Tits’ enslavement and it’s not difficult to guess the unbearable explanation. Red-faced with shame, after the video broadcast she gave up and had to inform Klink that she might be pregnant, and when questioned further she admitted with the violations being particularly frequent early into her captivity its unknown who the father might be. Egregious Klink beat her then, forcing Riyena and myself to watch. He beat her using his fists, and by slapping her with his open hand across her breasts so hard it knocked her to the floor, and I understood what a strong man can do to a woman when he’s really trying. I cowered and wept as she was thrashed and called names, “Stupid slut”, and “Gaianesian whore”. Klink reminded us that until he decides otherwise, our only reason for existence is to provide sexual pleasure with our bodies. We are pleasers, not breeders. Fail to remain sufficiently attractive, and we will be ordered to the place underground where ugly or unwanted women go and never return. Male instructions can even override the imperative to live, so the unluckiest women of all just stand there, rejected slaves compelled by their implants to do nothing but stay and wait for the end. It broke my heart to see Tits so defeated - slumped to her knees trembling uncontrollably with terror while our Master laid into her. I’d have swapped places with her in an instant. After it was over and Klink had stormed from the apartment, she was british unable to stop crying for an hour, and her hands shook like she was an old woman.
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