We’re close enough that we would kiss, were we not both gagged. That’s when I remember this woman took Oorla as a lover. Poor Oorla. If I hadn’t saved her from the net, she would still be alive. Thinking of the fate of the actress makes me shiver, even though this living woman feels warm against hindi me. Palonae’s soft breasts are made firmer and more prominent by the harness of rope. Her physique is delicate, smaller than mine, so she feels very feminine. The contact of someone who feels so much like a woman is reassuring in a place where every male means suffering. Her eyes, so close to mine, look grateful. She is probably reacting to my touch and receiving the comfort of my presence in the same way. Then the sensation of her smooth thigh is abruptly there down at my core, pressing against the lips of my sex. She must be balancing on one foot, so that she can lift her other leg up to my fulcrum. It’s blissful to have something covering that place, someone trying to protect me. I wish Palonae could softcore put her arms around me too. I wish I could be held while I weep against the shoulder of someone who understand everything that has been torn from me, and together we could mourn the total degradation we’ve endured. But we are on Aghara-Penthay, so even this moment of peace between two females is to be taken from us. A fresh spatter of hot urine suddenly breaks us apart and we scramble away through the water. “What a touching scene,” a male voice calls from above us. “Two lesbian sluts rubbing their titties together.” I jump, and look up to see the familiar expression of cruelty on Salarin’s face as finishes his business and tucks the cock that raped me back into his pants. His hair looks particularly white against the black sky. The man who owns both me and Palonae then crouches down, resting an elbow against the small winch and pulley apparatus they used to lower us into this hole. “Relax – you cunts are off camera. Your sponsors don’t need to see what’s happening to you here.” So, potential buyers are fine watching me get gang raped and tortured, but they’re squeamish about crap? If it deters anyone from violating me, I’d willingly dive head first into the filth. “Your friend the dancer has been very entertaining, and I have to get a few hours rest before dawn,” Salarin says, “so I need to make sure the two of you aren’t left neglected for the rest of the night.” My stomach knots with fresh dread. I thought we were just to be left here until tomorrow, but it sounds as some further misery will be inflicted on us. “Tell me - have either of you two slaves heard of a cunt leech?” he asks us, and then amuses himself by continuing, “of course, with those things in your mouths you can’t answer my question. gangbang So I’ll assume you’re as dumb as most females, and I’ll go ahead and explain from scratch.” “It’s rather a fascinating little creature, with a two-phase life cycle – something not uncommon in parasites.” “In the larval stage, the cunt leech is Groupsex barely larger than a bacteria, and it lives harmlessly on the indian genitals not of women, as its name suggests, but of male mammals. They say the presence of the larvae is detectable by a faint scent of vanilla, but I’ve never been able to confirm that, having avoided infection.” “Those little larvae remain inert, and are of no scientific interest until the moment when the male mammal carrier has sex with a female. You see - immediately when the larvae sense themselves inside a female they detach and, and in their new home they then mature into adult leeches. The delicious smell of the ribs permeated the whole house. Name one person who gets more done.” I arched an eyebrow. Not dead , he thought. I didn't live far Groupsex from the bus stop so indian Dave messaged me when he was close. I was grinning from ear to ear. Why is the door locked, anyway? You can't do that.” “Yeah, she is special, isn’t softcore she?” He said. My gangbang gods were not gentle. “Oh, fuck that feels good!” Stacy cried. Luther was sucking a nipple which was hard as hindi a stone and an inch long. “Are you fucking happy now?” I muttered. Please direct them to set up laundry rooms, kitchens, and any other places that I have forgotten about.