She probes deeper until the wide disc presses against my nether lips, preventing it going further. It’s not the worst thing to endure, that is until I feel it suddenly swell inside me. “No! No!” I cry in horror, thinking it’s going to grow and grow until it bursts out of me. But when it’s reached what feels like the size of a newborn’s head, pushing against my inner walls, the expansion stops. Nervously I look up at my two indian captors, my breathing rapid, hyper-conscious of the giant alien thing inside my womb. Klink shows me a handheld control pad, an elegant graphite color thing with nothing more on it than a button. “Until you’re implanted we’ll keep you obedient with this,” he says. “The harder we press, the more it hurts.” And he demonstrates. I howl, the noise deafening in the small room, and my body arches rigid in my bonds. It feels as though I’m being shocked with white hot lightning right inside the sensitive areas of my vagina - the pain spreading out from there to electrify every muscle in my body. It’s probably only a few seconds of this next torture, but when the pain goes I’m gasping as though I’ve run a race, and I can feel the sheen of sweat beading anew on my skin. It takes a moment to bring my voice back under control and during that time I emit a feeble series of moans with each breath. Gods that hurt. No human being would inflict that amount of suffering on another human if they understood how it felt. And that was just the physical aspect of the domination. Having this torture implement used on me because I have a vagina - turning my very femininity against me as a flashing source of humiliation and leaving me knowing I’m even vulnerable from the inside - such cruelty. “Again?” asks Klink. “No! No! No!” I beg, terrified. “You’ll obey every order?” “Yes! Yes!” “I have a controller too,” Riyena tells me, and she zaps me again anyway, just to teach me there doesn’t have to be a reason for using the thing on me. After the second jolt I just manage to keep my emotions under control and avoid giving the shapeshifter the satisfaction of again bursting into tears. “You can let her go now,” Klink tells Riyena with a dismissive wave. Thank the gods, at least they’re taking me out the bonds. I feel Riyena at my ankles first, until the restraints are suddenly loose and mercifully I’m able to close my legs. It’s too late to save myself from the rape, or the egg that feels as though it’s distending me, or to undo his using my Reflex, but it’s a mercy to be able to squeeze my thighs and hide the shameful metal object protruding from my pussy. I still have my wrists shackled, so I can only wait as Riyena looms over me, her asian naked body pressing intimately against my own. The chilling smile she gives me, private meant to be just between us, is pure evil. “Welcome to the family, slave!” she whispers, and she kisses me on the nose almost tenderly. Ignore her, I tell myself. Neither words nor kisses will ever hurt me. My wrists are at last free and I’m able to cautiously sit up. It is why you are not listening to me right now, and instead staring unabashedly at my breasts.” Faith suspected the owner of the sleazy strip joint was blackmailing her. "Not so fast. “I mean it daddy. Oh boy, it gets better by the minute. She kissed and then indian whispered something to Chloe who was still trembling, but coming down from the high of her orgasm. I thanked them for their hard work. As she watched me, she continued to stroke Tom's needy cock until the whole scene got the better of her and she simply stepped over Tom's outstretched legs and sat down in his lap fully impaling herself on his rock hard cock. The next morning, while reviewing, my emails, I was shocked to find a response from Fred. Paolo Giordano scratched his beard, “Ms. Evans, what do you think I meant by that?” Using a pedagogical exercise of inquiry based learning I wondered how she might respond. Hah... haha, I’ve never been this HORNY before. I went in he said my nipples were smaller today. Ashley’s long nails dug into Frank’s shoulders as she mumbled a vague affirmative towards his actions. Then I gasped as I felt his hand on my right butt-cheek. My nipples are abrading against the dirty desk top. “Mmm, there's that yummy snatch. No one else was paying any attention. The Army wants to put you in a scientist protection program, and I agreed... sort of.” “And then, the next day, we discovered that I had been cured and life has flashing been reasonably normal since then.” “It’s alright for you; you didn’t have religious guilt rammed down your throat for years.” I said. I nodded, chewing nervously on my lower lip. He pulled from her pussy as she shook and moaned with the lingering orgasm. “You, too, sis. She shook her head. Alongside her was Matthew Stride, a fellow pilot who'd been Storm 3. And a very good friend. “A friend of mine told me where you were.” "Open them fucking beauty “We have your father’s permission, Caci.” He drew the boy’s hand to his cotton-covered hard-on. I intermittently pulled him close and touched him where he ought not to have been touched by anyone – especially an adult. Down Town was not too bad and we found a couple of parks there that were nice. Toton - 2 1/2 hours I tell ya, that boy sure knows his stuff. Oh, that's naughty. “I think I do.” Mark replied. Finally, with a sharp intake of precious air, Anya withdrew from his cock. It was all a horrible mess and he didn’t know asian what to do about it. It's all a game of tactics and strategy. “Oh my god, so fucking tight, fuck I love your pussy baby.” He moaned with the sexiest look I had ever seen in a mans face, ever. Was it the pain that terrified me the most, or the mutilation? “That was hot.”