To avoid displaying weakness I try to focus on anything that might give me hope. There is still a small chance I could be the winner, I tell myself first. Another possible source of optimism is that I feel no evidence that the implant desi chip is functioning, although this may simply be because it has yet to be activated. All is not lost, I try to conclude. But maybe it is. I will never again be the same proud and confident Melena de Santo, though. The men around me see me as a slave now and some always will, even if I’m the survivor. As proof, half way through my stumbling journey back to my cell, arms pinned back behind me once more and driven by the choking band of leather tight around my throat, the guard driving me holding the pole slams me without warning into the wall. As if this is a prepared signal his colleague is on me immediately, hands invading my wrap. And then, he molests me intimately, squeezing my breasts, cupping my sex, and indian running his fingers up the cleft between my buttocks. Once number sex one has had his fun they swap positions, and the other one takes his turn. During the groping my fragile self-control dissolves yet again, and I’m reduced once more to tears. When the ordeal is finally over they resume herding me almost as if nothing just happened, but I feel shattered. “Don’t girl try complaining to anybody about this, cunt!” one of them barks to me while my hateful pneumatic chest heaves with sobs. “No one will believe you, or care.” He’s probably right. If the Slavers investigated claims of sexual assault by captive women, they’d never have time for anything else. These two men have groped me and there’s nothing I can do about it. They’re going to get away scot-free, and they’ll do it because I’m a worthless slave. I’m emotionally grateful to be back in the comparative safety of the cell but physically I feel terrible. The side of my face aches, I can still feel where the guard’s hands were on me, and the burning from the injections in my groin remains as a tingling itch between my legs which keeps demanding my attention. The irritation feels a little more comfortable with something pressing against the intimate region, so I rest back against the wall with my knees drawn up and my forearms squeezed between my thighs. In this manner I can hold one of my wrists intimately against my nether lips without the position looking unladylike. When I discover this, I have a flashback to remember Ja-Alixxe behaved the same way after her processing. Maybe she also has the same whatever-it-is, but I have no intention of revealing any vulnerability by asking her. I try to sit nonchalantly, concealing what’s been done to me. Instinct is urging me to hide the slave’s mark on my face, and I do keep the marked side turned to the wall for much of the first evening after processing. I conceal it because it shames me to have women I want to respect me seeing that Colonel Melena de Santo has been marked as a sex slave, and will forever carry the symbol proving that she has failed. 9 - Allies We’ve been shut in this stifling hot cell forever, what are the Slavers waiting for? Sighing with irritation I shift position, drawing up my wrists a little. I’m sitting propped back against the wall, knees raised, elbows between my thighs. I’m college not just getting comfortable - my change is position is to discreetly graze my slim forearm against the most intimate place on flesh. For most of the day I’m been trying to find positions that press something against my sex, particularly my clitoris, without my cellmates noticing. The admittedly pleasurable sensation this temporarily brings seems the only way to relieve the constant distracting tingle that has been with me since the injection. Shawn watched her ass sway under her form-fitting, knee-length skirt, as she walked past him to shut the door, He pulls his seat to the spot Pam indicated, so she would have to squeeze by him to get back behind her desk. He smiled back at me. “That was a joke. I slowly eased the entire shaft into my mouth, and throat. “I girl am Anael,” she said, speaking each of the three syllables with deliberateness. "One; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" I tried my best to make no facial expression as I considered how this changed the game. “He’s right. I think she dozed for a while during her rest period. Then I heard a pistol shot, the same young Lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bosun and grabbed a hold of his whip. I fucked her hard and fast as she fucked me back. He tells me there be a plantation owner that employs some what was slaves. They all hoped that this would work out, just like Will’s loving years with Mandy. I gasp a bit at what a change he is from Paul, and it refocuses me on slipping Paul into Lori’s puss. Erica started to buck and jerk wildly in panic as his dick touched her pussy lips, still wet from Laura's earlier attention, and Michael looked at Laura again uncertainly. I danced my tongue along his piss slit which made him audibly moan my name. "What do we do next?" His cock is so hard it is painful. I was riddled with guilt indian when I did because she was my sister, but I couldn't look at them enough, I felt like a boy looking at his hot new girlfriend. My first semester was pretty much the same, though I found I had a class with one cute girl, Traci who seemed to enjoy talking to me. She never seemed to want anything other than talking, but that was still better than I ever managed to get from any of the other girls. The sound of my rapidly-increasing pulse throbbing in my ears, I complied, leaning forward across her desk and spreading my legs as wide as the straining panties around my knees would allow. Josh laughed his heart melting, "Yes slave you did well." The silky and velvety caresses melted together into building bliss. She has green eyes; a turned up nose and full, generous full lips, and a clear complexion many women would kill to have. There is a reason for this that I will reveal sometime soon. All four cocks now pulled out and she felt more cum squirting onto her back. Jill, still holding Dakota’s ankles leaned down and kissed Dakota. And the movie,” Emily argued. Ella than switched positions with Amelia and I slid my dick straight into Amelia's ass. Karen and I didn’t peek, but Brenda and Debbie did desi several college times. I look at her a said “ oh two can play this game!” As I slide my hands down into her pant And started to slowly and gently rub my finger over her clit. The chamber girl watched as her pawn was viciously fucked, her body used like a piece of meat, and for the first time she truly saw the enslaved woman fighting back. "Ok, let's seriously do this, he deserves to be smooth like us." I got a message from mom that read “Don’t think about it, just go jack off on the toy on my door. When we got out of the car, loud music hit our ears. “Tell me you’re a depraved little sex whore who wants her own sister!” Abby had just let Owen fuck her when it struck her, that her own daughter had turned her bi in one short lust filled afternoon and the thought thrilled her so much she moaned as she tongue fucked Abbys’ freshly fucked pussy.