He’s feigning surprise. “They can hardly go down to the surface dressed like that, but my brave soldiers are tired. Is there any other man willing to help us correct this, and uphold our dear planet’s rules?” Understanding of what’s about to happen spreads through the crowd like a poisonous cloud. My countrywomen see what’s ahead too. Fear distorts every Gaianesian face, heads shaking in disbelief, and they instinctively huddle closer together, as though proximity with other females can offer them some protection. Men are already beginning to edge forward, but the captain has one final instruction. “Just one rule before you start though - no raping them, as we don’t know who the virgins are,” he shouts over the increasing volume of voices. beautiful “But apart from penetration – knock yourselves out. Teach these feminist cunts a lesson they’ll never forget.” I’m perhaps lucky that in the melee of bodies that surges forward I can’t see much of what happens, except for the occasional glimpse of the cream skin of female flesh. But I can hear it well enough. The sound of women’s pleas for mercy changing to screams. Tearing fabric. Male laughter. Brave efforts at resistance. Then an even more unbearable noise – the whorish moans of females in arousal as they fail to keep men from their hair and their Reflexes are triggered. It seems to go on forever, but it probably takes about fifteen standard galactic minutes before the crowds surrounding my friends begin to thin. Perhaps men’s rage is spent, perhaps there is no more sport once every last one has been stripped, or maybe prohibited from penetration the men need to quench their arousal elsewhere. Each one of my comrades is naked. One or two are on their feet, but most are lying on the floor, or on their knees. Most could get up but choose to remain low, heads down in a gesture of surrender and humility intended to deter further assault. Not even White Queen’s age has spared her, and unable to use her arms to conceal her body her shriveled breasts are on view for the crowd. White Queen too is on her knees, slumped forward leaning against another nude woman as though she’s on sex the brink of collapse. Many of the prisoners are panting – the aftermath of intense exertion resulting from the Reflex being triggered. Almost half have gobs of a viscous milky substance dripping from somewhere on their bodies. When I spot the bhabi naked Hoola, further around the circle than before the attack, I see she has one of these deposits on her cheek. I’m not very experienced with unpacified men and it takes me a moment to realize it must be sperm. I shudder with pity and revulsion. As the ultimate show of contempt, some of the men in the crowd have ejaculated over my fallen sisters. A waiflike redhead flight officer, a pretty girl and one of the youngest crew members, seems to have been a particular target for this abuse. “No…” I moan, and I also sink to my knees on the hard floor of the mezzanine. I don’t see how any sentient beings could permit others to be treated this way. We’re just women. Whatever our species we’re just women. But to these men our sex seems sufficient justification for horrific cruelty. Love 22 – Reunion Down on my knees the last thing I’m expecting to hear is a familiar voice, but I’m sure I know the accent of a male saying “Man, I hate those Gaianesian bitches. I hope they’re made into the lowest cock whores it’s possible to be.” I turn my head to try and avoid being recognized for the second time by the four men I pushed passed on the Merlon starbase, but again I’m too late. He watched her. I couldn’t get over hot hot this bbw girl was., that I came to her nudes again that night. Rapture exploded in me. She thought that was good, but after a few years, she discovered the internet and saw what she was Love missing and started wishing for a larger cock. His tongue darted through my folds. When he did come it drove away my last vestiges of self respect and pushed me into yet another orgasm. I shook my head and she continued, “They look sort of like naked Tinkerbells... except they don’t have wings and they have green eyes and red hair.” The storm that had begun an hour before had gone to the back of my mind and I felt the urge, nay the need to have something between my thighs. Then Kevin was in front of me on his…her…his knees, his face a few inches from mine. That would be so beautiful hot. The only problem I see is me. I have seven slaves now. She didn’t know what she would do for food, she had no money. Laura's eyes half closed and her head fell forward as my dick swelled and throbbed in her. “Aaron, what’s going bhabi on?” she finally broke the ice. But it wasn't strictly a kiss until it was. "We both know, I didn't behave particularly appropriately the other day. "oh fuck" he moaned, and precum dripped from his cock making a wet spot in the front of his pants. Talked to her, been around her?" “Fuck, we should’ve does this months ago, huh?” she joked, loving the attention. She had gone to the ladies’ room only once. "Yeah, just like that. I tried to poke the button, but it shocked me. Dakota just knocked. I was afraid I would hurt her and Michelle was afraid it would hurt as well, so we just held each other. “There was something else,” I said as Arby guided us through the wrought-iron gate, “Wrath had a version of the sex Maternal Bible in his center. “Hmm, I have ‘Cock-sucker’ pink, ‘Fuck-me-hard’ magenta, “Slutty-Lips’ red, and ‘Hot-fucking-whore’ rose. “Isn't that right, Ash?” "I don't think that's a good idea, it might be a good idea to stay away from Mom for a while." I crawled up into the back of her SUV and resignedly pulled the hatch back down to give me some modicum of privacy as I changed. She likes that wrapping squeeze so much. I had to fight it.