“It screams when he bites it, like the other,” is the last thing he says before his lips are on me. He suckles me like he’s a baby for a moment, and my nipple swells eagerly in his mouth. Then the jaws clamp down on me and I do scream. Merciful Gods it hurts! It’s worse the second time, because close up I know how bad it’s going to be and anticipate it. The residual suffering from the fight is swamped by this new pain In spite of my injured rib and knee I go rigid in the hogtie, as though I’m trying to fold myself. He gives me one bite to each nipple, and then several around it, like petals to the center of a flower. I receive four on each breast, where Tits only had four and three. I wanted him to use me and spare her, and yet I hate her for a moment for having it easier than I do. The pain in my chest has barely receded from its peak when I feel the head of him pressing at my core. “The Reflex!” I weep, but he rams into me anyway, and I’m only spared the worst of the tearing because he’s already lubricated by Tits’ fluids. Then he’s inside me, Hardcore and rhythmically I am humped. The rape is a bit like a spicy meal. At first I only feel stretched, like getting fucked by any well-endowed male. But then the burn begins. It’s as though his cock is hot, deep inside Fingering me but I feel it most at the sensitive lips where there are more nerve endings. It’s hot, then unpleasantly hot, then uncomfortable, then painful, then really painful, and then unbearable agony. I’m not sure if I’m screaming or not when all I can think of is bucking my pelvis round, trying to pull away from the source of such suffering. It feels as though someone has heated a poker to red heat and forced it inside my opening. Someone please kill me, I’m praying. Anything that spares me another second of this torture. But no. Yet again Boobs’ thoughts and feelings matter nothing. It is me who he chooses to climax inside. I do not amateur feel his release – there is nothing but the white hot sun between my legs and my own pain to consider. But he stops moving. When he withdraws the pain barely seems to abate and I howl continuously, unable to think that I’ve survived Cancis Rock and I’m about to be shipped to the Harkens, and my time with Klink is almost finished. 43 - Reckoning The mood is somber aboard Cunt Catcher, the spaceship of Slaver bounty hunter Egregious Klink. I never felt any goodwill towards Riyena, but I don’t wish any woman to end her life suffering such severe sexual violence that not even a healing tank can save her. Even Klink is pov a little quiet as he thinks over his lost slave. Her moans were quite loud now , in spite the fact that she was trying hard not to cry out loud, but thanks to the loud amateur movie noise, it was getting all muffled. “Mmm, let me clean you, Mr. Davies,” Nikkole purred. Amelia groaned in frustration as close up she fought against powerful grips. But I stopped those who imprisoned you. Being here with you now is like a dream and yet my old insecurities are creeping up in the back of my mind. "That's my hole too, slut." “Ready, Lisa?” I asked. Please reward me for being such a good whore! He could have gone on another airline, and got in tomorrow evening in Philly, but he wanted to stop and see a cousin he hadn’t seen in years. Candice tried to glance at the label but it could not Fingering be barely seen. Scott Hardcore lifted up Becky's tank top and took off her bra and pulled it back down as he pulled out a bottle of lube and began pouring it on Becky's tits making both her and her tank top well lubricated. I look up into those lustful eyes of hers, knowing full well what she desires. It's in the way!” “Sweetheart, I think at pov this point we are past you asking permission for things.