Oh, no, no, please, no! Close by Ithya also pleads, girlfriend “No!” and once more begins to flail in the air. All the same, I pull the string fastening my wrap docilely and expose myself to Cronorgan. He nods approvingly as his eyes take in my pneumatic breasts. Once I was proud of them, but they’ve been the curse of my life since boarding the Bountiful Sluts. “Excellent. You really are A-grade woman-flesh. Your body will arouse the galaxy, while they’re also entertained by watching you rape your leader.” I’m weeping casting openly now. “Please no, Master. Don’t make me do amateur it.” This is a worse disaster than I could have ever imagined! Everyone on Gaianesia will be watching this. I’ll be a pariah on my homeworld for publically violating White Queen. And Tits being identical, she will share in my disgrace. I’ll destroy both of us. “Stop complaining slave,” Cronorgan snaps dismissively. “In fact I order you to enjoy this. Her mission is the reason you’re here as a sex slave. Take some revenge for what’s been done to you.” My thoughts are racing, trying to come up with a way to avoid what I’m about to do. But Cronorgan’s words also trigger something new, as abruptly as though he’s flipped a switch in my understanding. When I look at White Queen it’s pussy obvious Cronorgan is right. She is the reason I’m here. Red Duchess tried to talk her out of sending another woman to Aghara-Penthay, didn’t she, but no. White Queen wanted those precious plans which never actually existed, and she used poor Tits’ captivity to emotionally blackmail me. All that humiliation I faced alone, travelling to the Hub wearing that demeaning blue wrap while White Queen stayed safely behind the scenes. And Tits was also enslaved because of White Queen’s scheming. Tits, my beloved sister, destroyed. Made a sex slave – her face tattooed, implanted, her markings forevermore turned the purple color of a defeated woman. And my face tattooed, implanted, my markings also purple. I bet they didn’t give White Queen something as shameful as nanotech inside her ass perpetually stimulating her, not like I have to endure. She had it so easy. Even when I’m old and withered, I’ll need a man’s cock in there once a week. Tits has the same thing in her mouth. All because of the Cuckold cold scheming bitch hanging in that frame. She does deserve to understand the consequences of her actions. While my perceptions realign themselves, the strap-on is brought to me. It reminds me of a pair of panties, only backless, leaving the buttocks bared. Harry’s comment about grooming ‘a’ mare’ meant grooming me. Then he passes out. Well on their way to casting being as busty as their mother. When she saw us at the door she came running over to us and gave each of pussy us a hug and a kiss and was really happy to see us. I shuddered as his dick slid into her cunt. He watched as her breathing changed the closer, she got to coming. Now I love my game of pool, so I turned to check out the shot. What the fuck just happened. Dee pulled her head back, studied my eyes for a few moments then put her lips on mine. Her face was flushed, nearly redder than bronze, and smeared with at least five different shades of lipstick. "What?" Jenn is standing in the kitchen amateur pouring Cuckold the milk into the coffees she is wearing the same singlet as last night but has on a pair of silk shorts. She looked a lot like me. We both had that tan, Mediterranean skin common to Italians, her hair a darker shade of brown than my own. girlfriend Squeezing that hard cock made his eyes roll back in his head.