Abandoned by my chief tormentor I too can do nothing but watch the goings-on at the camp. The men of Salarin’s retinue resume the business of supporting him - moving equipment and supplies from building to building, charging vehicles and softcore weapons. Most males I see are of his faction, identifiable by a motif embroidered on the upper arm of their uniforms. A few men are from other clans. At one point I see a woman, who crosses from building to building carrying a jug. She is dressed in a slave wrap and marked. I do not recognize her. These Slaver men must find the sight of my flesh on display a pleasing one, for whilst moving around completing their tasks they often stop to stare openly at me. When Salarin bared me I’d thought it was impossible to make me feel more ashamed and self-conscious, but these guys make my skin crawl. Sometimes one will reach down to his genitals and play with himself. The sight of me, a half-naked frightened woman, arouses them. I stand there with my arms raised and my legs spread, helpless. My backside feels exposed, but it’s having my breasts bared that really humiliates me. I know that each time I move it does nothing but shake my boobs for them, but occasionally the need to relieve my building tension by movement becomes too much and I strain my arms, shaking in the frame and trying to pull my elbows in to hide myself. Then, with logic winning once more over fear I force myself to stay still and I stand, my pink nipples pointing out invitingly into the camp. Showing off my chest is not the only issue I have with struggling in my ropes – the least change in position of my shorts against my clitoris rubs the contoured section against me and makes the tingling between my legs worse. Each movement of my pelvis makes me hornier and hornier. My despair deepens as arousal climbs. The last time I climaxed was live on stage so I’d meant to masturbate yesterday Big Tits night and keep down the involuntary responses of my body, but in my exhaustion last night I just dozed off. Next time I orgasm, it will probably be another one taken from me by force. Since being chained on Ja-Alixxe’s ship I’ve known my probable fate – a nine-in-ten chance of rape – but I’ve never really faced that it’s really about to happen until now, standing in this frame with my breasts on show and my backside hanging out of my shorts. My refusal to consider failure had all been a defense mechanism, for if I’d accepted the inevitability of it back then I’d have gone insane and been unable to function. But here where it’s minutes away, the certainty crashes down on me. Please someone stop this, I think, anguished. Can’t someone rescue me at the last moment? That’s what happens in stories and movies. I’ve always scorned those stereotyping hero films, but today I could totally believe the girl always gets with the guy at the end of the story, because frankly, right now, I’d screw the ugliest guy in the world in gratitude for being my savior. Why won’t my protector come? Please someone come. Am I really to be left here until I’m pierced by a Hunter’s cock, with the moral of my personal movie being that I and every other woman in the galaxy are weak and worthless? Attempts are occasionally made to save Runners, but they never make it through the Slaver’s defense grid. No rescue mission came from Tonova to save Palonae. I can’t forget the image of what lies ahead for me - Palonae writhing under torture from those things, no bigger than thimbles. And now she hangs by me in reality, so limp in her frame she could be dead. Her wrists and ankles look bruised from fighting the ropes. Something foul is dried on her thighs, close to her vulva. A large speeder roars into camp and men jump out, ten of them, laughing indian and talking like they’re on their way into a bar. I see several different faction badges. I’m expecting them to go into one of the buildings but they all stop, conversation dying as they stand to stare at me here displaying my breasts. Don't be such a prude!", Karen said, surprising me a bit. I knew that I could always stop her with a single command, if things really threatened to get out of hand. My back was wrenched into an arch, my chest was forced forward, and my head forced back so that I could take the full brunt of a man’s passion down my stretched gullet. “Because you're doing good in school,” I said, releasing the hug. My indian sisters were delicious. A tall, angry, red faced male limped toward me. In a rather heated voice he advised me, "You are not welcomed here. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the level he was about to experience, smash into her as well. Holly gave a loud squeak as the Mistresses pushed her tight up against my back. They were taking it in and we didn’t really know what more to say. Men aren’t supposed to think like that nowadays. “Oh, thanks, Teo,” my mom said in that friendly voice as she thrust the cardboard box at me. “Here you go, honey.” My father said “Why don’t you pick where we go this time.” I can’t wait! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Jennifer is now working herself into an orgasmic frenzy. Chapter Three: Futa's Wild Latina Delight She’s going to be working on the ranch for a while.” Steph explains as she then turns to face her. I continued to kiss her neck, and rub my hands all over her. "What do you think?" ”Do it Daddy.” and slotted the head into the entrance of her pussy. Front and center.” I needed to work out my tension somehow. Big Tits FUCK HER! I risk a second question. Roger, who sat and watched me finish her off, stands up and joins me. We get closer to her as she fingers herself violently trying to release our spunk out of her system. My jizz splattered across their features. "Use your tongue and suck hard or I'll ram it down your throat again, DOG BITCH!" I was in the middle of a powerful orgasm, but I could feel Brad strain to hold his back. see the girls stretched neck and the fall of her two She licked and sucked the head every time he pushed it up between her tits and up to her mouth. He complied readily. Her tongue danced around it. He tasted what he was making often, seasoning with a variety of different herbs and ingredients to softcore balance it out perfectly, the scents and aromas floating through the house, drawing Cassandra’s interest as his cooking always did. Her teacher’s smile is once again positively cruel as she nods her answer. I smiled at him, "The answer is yes.