Beyala looks contemptuously at me, and snorts with derision. Gods, she wants to hurt me so much she’ll even try with words. Is the control over her that bad? And I do flinch, stung by such animosity from a complete stranger. “I’m asking the question,” the general interrupts gently, taking control. “Answer me please, Beyala,” Compelled now to reply, she immediately does. “I know these instincts that make me such a slave once were not my own, Sir,” she says to him, changing back from hostility to humility so immediately it’s as though someone flipped a switch, “and yet today they feel so deeply part of my identity it’s as if they’ve always been there. In that sense I’m not aware of the implant at all.” “Some piece of my awareness knows I’m being controlled and my inclinations I would once have believed were shameful and wrong, and yet through the core of my being they’re also now me. As I stand here, Sir, I’m so desperate for you to tie me up and abuse me that I resent every second your whore friend sits sex here in this cabin with her prissy legs crossed.” My face reddens with embarrassment both at such frank admissions and the unceasing venom directed at me. Neither could be faked, and clearly they run to Beyala’s core. It’s impossible to believe the delicate girl openly begging for cruelty could have been a normal young woman with the same will and urges as my own. For a moment I have an image of my steward Mansom politely asking me for sex, and fuck my irresistibly complying in some degrading act. I shudder. “And this could be your fate, Melena, if you don’t go into hiding,” the general resumes. “This, and worse than this, for unlike Beyala they will certainly want to subject you to public degradation.” Looking away from the almost predatory stare of the slave girl, I restore my courage and my equilibrium. Preventing this kind of treatment of sentient females is why I joined the fight. “Whatever the risks, you can’t discriminate against me just because I’m a woman, and because men happen to find me attractive,” I say angrily. “That would contradict everything we stand for.” “You don’t understand how desirable you are, Melena, and what a trophy you could be. There’s only one reason for such a vast bounty. You’re so beautiful they want you for the Rape Run.” Before I can reply to that, the general’s expression changes, as if he’s had an idea. friend He looks questioningly at me, as though he’s seeing me in a homemade new way. “Maybe that’s the problem, I hadn’t thought of that,” he says. “Maybe you really don’t realize how much your beauty puts you at risk.” Immediately he scoffs for young a moment at his own illogical thinking aloud. “But no, surely you must have experienced the way men see you, and react to you, and you release what a threat that represents?” The general is a strategic and tactical genius, and I’m familiar with seeing his mind race and his understanding grow. His eyes widen, and couple shame floods me as I know what he’s about to ask. “You have been with a man, haven’t you Melena?” he says abruptly. “You know… intimately… I’m sorry to ask such a personal question, but it affects your safety on my ship, and I must apply a commanding officers prerogative.” I don’t answer but my hot blush of embarrassment must speak for me. His look of utter incomprehension, and Beyala’s malicious pleasure at my discomfort makes the humiliation ten times worse. “Seriously, Melena? There are eight times as many men as women on this ship, and all of those guys would like to bed you,” he says, awestruck, “and in all the time you’ve been stationed here, you’ve not had sex once?” For a woman who walks around packing heat most of the time, she sure knows how to-” "OH YEA!! sex young He assumed this too was a byproduct friend of the essence he had taken from Jessica. The general grunted when he hung up the phone. “Holy fuck guys I’ve never cum that many times in my life. Diane was almost in tears when I told her that it was couple her boss Jennifer that saved us millions of dollars by filing a complaint with the homemade California Real Estate commission. I just asked what's for supper." A dick nudged my ass. “You don’t even know me,” she argues. It would be so exciting to be their only woman-bitch. I liked to keep my pubes shaved so aunt’s wet lips were feeling sensational over my heavy ball-sack. I kissed her slit while fuck fucking the bed. Then in one motion, her mom pushed hard down on her shoulders, and Abby's beautiful pink pussy engulfed my cock completely, Abby gasped, and Jessica let out a vicarious moan of pleasure. Was Papa really fantasizing about having sex with me? I was shocked yes, but my body was reacting in such a way that I couldn’t control.