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  • Half of the evergreen trees flashing by glistened and the other half dripped water from the morning sun. “Least I wore shoes,” I said. She cock shook her head. “Well, I guess you had to give Bethel some sort of advantage. Or they would all be whining about how you cheated when we kick their asses.” I grinned and nodded. We reached Bethel soon. Luckily, Annalee was kind enough to drop me off at the curb. I darted to the door and burst inside. “Thank fucking Goddess,” I moaned as the heat swirled around me. “They must have the Program here.” “Oh, wow, I didn't know that one of the Rogers debaters would be naked,” said a person with a slight, British accent. I glanced over insertion to see an Indian futa I didn't know, her skin a rich-brown. She wore a fuzzy sweater and a plaid skirt that fell well past her knees. I opened my mouth to say something when the shame hit me. She was from Bethel. She hadn't seen me get wild. She hadn't seen me get gangbanged. I wanted to say something, but my tongue felt like lead and panic swirled through me. “You okay?” she asked, giving dyke me a soft smile. “I guess I'd be pretty embarrassed if I had to go naked all day. I mean, wow, your tits are lovely.” The futa stared at my breasts with hunger in her fucking eyes. She flicked up and down me, making me shiver. I whimpered. I wanted to flee and hide. I wanted to cover my big tits. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt her gaze leering at me. This couldn't be lesbo happening. I swallowed as she moved towards me. “Is it the same rules for our Program. Can I touch your tits or...?” She flexed her fingers. “Maybe I shouldn't. I mean, we're opponents.” My humiliation swelled through me. She didn't think I was good enough to be touched. That hot ache formed in the depths of my pussy. My nipples throbbed. They were hard now, and not from the cold. I was looking over his shoulder reading “Huh, Chinese. “Work the desk, order parts, and dumb it down for customers; occasionally I work on the cars if we’re really swamped.” I could stare at this sight and never feel any less in awe, but both girls slowly turned back around and as I gazed back up to their faces they looked back at me and smiled oh-so-cutely. “I feel more exposed than I ever have before.” Jenny said. The girls figured that since Rachael and Ashley had already had their turns that Sarah and Amy should get to do the honors this time. Today, Pam legally married him. As he continued his assault on her hot pussy, he looked up to see her face rubbing against Richard’s dick every time he thrust forward. I was too elated to be embarrassed. She could not believe the sensations running through dyke her body and his lips moved all over her belly and down to her pussy. As insertion usual, no lube was cock required as my pussy always seems to be wet enough. But she kept fighting against suffocation, but it would not take long anymore. She let him caress her cheek with his fingers. “Eggs and sausage Ok?” She ask. We head down stream. _________________________________________________________________ Upon relating that the male was exhausted, I breathed a sigh of relief. She sucked hard on my girl-dick. Cunthole!...Fuck! And was it hard or soft?” Susanne asked. But I love her too, and I am the only person she really has in her life. The female stated her voice and face in awe as was the male's."I can't fucking really say as I am sworn to secrecy by him. He was big enough to stretch her out, leaving her pussy wide open when he pulled out. His skin was covered in tattoos depicting all manner of art. A tall Nordic-looking man - he had to be at least 6’8, with blonde hair and a beard, had in his grip a gorgeous, willowy lesbo Indian girl. “I think that I could do that.” Lucy said, A loud chirp echoed through the phone. “well when I came here I've always wanted a slave of my own. It made his balls dance. 'Please stop.
  • I can sit up. Sniffing uncertainly I fold the wrap back over my bare breasts, and tie the fastening knot. As though this is a normal doctor consultancy and I’m an overwrought patient, I am offered a tissue. “Dry your eyes, Melena,” he says. “You don’t want anyone to see you’re so pathetic.” He is quite right. The guards will get a kick from seeing me weep, and I don’t want the other women to know I can be broken. Ja-alixxe would gloat to see a crack in my defenses. I dab my eyes and try to get the last of my shuddering sobs under control before the guards arrive. 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 chip is functioning, although this may simply be because it has fucking yet to be activated. All is not lost, I try to conclude. But cock 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 insertion 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 running his fingers up the cleft between my buttocks. Once number 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 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 dyke 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 lesbo 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. Tom peered lesbo around Sansa’s dyke bouncing ass to get a look at Zoe. He had weasel-like face, grungy, shoulder-length brown hair, and squinty eyes behind his glasses. Do you want to be my submissive? I was frightened." Katie told me later that Kevin rarely talked about his Seal past and stories came out that night she had never heard. The morning rush hour was still happening when we fucking got to the insertion underground. She still couldn't believe that 24 hours ago, she'd been bundled up and in an ice storm. “Mmpphh!” cock I exclaimed with a full mouth as Dee suddenly sprang on me and kissed me hard on my mouth. The other man watched her lick him clean from various angles around the room, and when he stepped close she reached out and grabbed him by his pants right at the buckle, pulling him close. How about you do me then I'll do Dan and Dan can do me."