“Tits, sit on my cock. I want to fuck you while the pirate is on stage.” “Yes, Master,” she answers with heartbreaking humility. She mounts with her typical innate grace, and is lifting her thigh to straddle him when without warning Klink slaps her hard enough to almost knock her from the bed, and he barks, “No, face the screen, stupid. Watch the girl who’s going to be joining us.” Tits rotates one hundred and eighty degrees and grasps the master’s cock ready to insert it, but she’s still not pleasing him. “No, dumb cunt,” Klink rebukes her with a slap across her back. “Not your pussy. In your ass.” I can see her shoulders slump with misery at the prospect of this, but she has no option but to obey. Her exquisite features crease with suffering as she eases onto him and stretches to accommodate a man’s penis where a penis isn’t meant to be. I shuffle closer, aiming to soothe my sister by kissing the silk perfection of her thigh, but Klink’s fist abruptly knots in my hair and he twists my skull painfully. “Watch the screen, Boobs. You two dykes can fuck each other later.” I watch the screen. The pirate, Alexa Goshenk, is not what I was expecting. I’ve seen Klink with numerous slaves outside our family circle, and he’s only ever favored women with pale skins. But Alexa is java brown with wiry black hair woven into tight ringlets. I’d imagined a female pirate captain would be tall, physically intimidating like a Gaianesian woman, but there too I am surprised. Alexa has a asian small wiry build, more like a gymnast or a dancer. She’s fit though, and undeniably attractive. Her dark eyes are large, and full lips give her mouth a sensual cruel pout that men probably want to tame. Her breasts are ripe with womanhood, and wide hips advertise her fertility. Alexa has spirit to match her beauty as well. She looks undaunted by her location or the shouts of the crowd “rape her!”, “rape her!” as she takes her place, and gives Wagner a look that’s almost mischievous. Next to me Klink bucks his hips and Tits gives a moan of pain. “Alexa,” Wagner greets her, “it’s always a pleasure to welcome a female space pirate to Aghara-Penthay. So let’s talk shop – pirate to pirate. Do you agree that it’s right to sell captured women as sex slaves?” This is aimed at reminding Alexa of indian her likely future, but she brushes it off. “I’ve traded women myself,” she states. Her voice is low in pitch for a female, giving it a sultry quality as though she’s talking to a lover in the bedroom. “No doubt some of those women are watching this enjoying seeing me in the same situation. But their pleasure will be short lived. I intend to win the Rape Run.” She’s about to say more, but Alexa Goshenk is not to be allowed the chance to control the interview. “You’re not a virgin.” Wagner interrupts. Indeed, Alexa only has the red scarf of a woman destined for providing sexual pleasure. “I like cock,” she shamelessly admits, still refusing to be embarrassed. “But only as long as it’s strapped down and begging for mercy. Lara had assumed Karen would reject her and she could apologize later after thinking up some sort of excuse for her actions. She held onto his shaft lightly with one hand, ensuring it wouldn’t leave altogether and sucked on the engorged, purple head as if it was a pacifier. asian The next day, Josh started moving equipment into the building. "You stay like that, bitch!" "Tell me Rebecca, are you good at oral sex? She could feel her vagina straining under its forced expansion from David’s monstrous cock. In other news, we found a kit to put in your care package; no needles, just indian a pump gun. I rose to my hands and knees, swiveling my naked rump in her direction. love on our honeymoon, OR if Nick and Tony impregnated Luna gave him a moan of pleasure; she leaned forward and stuck her tongue down Hermione's throat. Bullets would be cast with silver full metal jackets, or made from a stronger metal than lead and hollowed out to hold a reservoir of mercury.