هاروكا عايدة جميل الآسيوية تلميذة part4

Is being tied up like this turning you on?” How dare he do this to me? How dare he? “Go… to… hell!” I repeat, more of a shout this time, and I lunge forward as though I’m trying to attack him. It’s a foolish thing to do when I’m naked and helpless, but I have to try and retain my dignity somehow. Tutting, Salarin moves the other instrument he’s carrying, that dreaded electronic wand, into his right hand. “You’ll already know this is a slave goad,” he says loudly, for the benefit of the audience as well as me, and he waves it high in the air like a stage magician showing off a prop. “It was noted that you were particularly fearful of these during your processing in the center. Perhaps you have a low tolerance to pain.” “Well, as you’ll already know my brave beautiful Colonel, wherever the goad touches babe skin, it stimulates the nerves that transmit pain, without causing any damage. It’s the perfect way to torture slaves. You can goad someone into unconsciousness, and it won’t even leave a bruise.” My head reels, faint with fear. Oh please save me, oh please save me. That’s what’s planned for me. He’s about to use the goad. “Where there are more asian densely concentrated nerves in the victim’s flesh,” Salarin continues, “the torment is more intense. So your sexual organs will make particularly good targets, Melena, but never fear. We’ll save teen those for later. Seeing as you seem to be hypersensitive there, we don’t want to rush the main event, or have you black-out too early.” He’s gesticulating with the goad while he talks, so it keeps waving casually towards me, and involuntarily, each time I shrink away from its touch. Dammit why can’t I stand still? I mustn’t show fear. Any weakness will only be exploited. I just can’t seem to hold steady in the frame though, reacting to each movement towards me. This is pathetic, my trying to writhe and evade the goad already, but my body is senses what is to come and is reacting on its group sex own. “Let’s make you scream for a little while, before I take you,” Salarin says in a genial voice. “It will help break your spirit, and terrify the other women, still out there in The Zone. Soon you will inevitably beg me to amateur fuck you Melena, and every other woman will want me to fuck them when they see this, because they’ll understand anything is better than what I’m about to do to you with only a goad.” Again my mind tries to tell me, “You will survive, Melena. It won’t be fun, but you will survive. If you beg, it doesn’t really matter. You’ll do it anyway, just like he said. They all know you won’t be able to help it. Just do it. Make it easy on yourself.” I wish I could leave my body, and witness what’s coming as a disinterested observer. But I’m stuck in my vulnerable form, and my bladder control is the only part of my body that abandons me to my fate. Suddenly urine is spurting from me, steaming down to the dusty red ground and running down my thigh in a warm rivulet of shame. Salarin, just far enough from me to avoid being splashed, turns away from me for the last time. He raises his arms, goad held high, to address the galactic audience. I wonder how many trillions are in front of their screens, waiting to see me suffer. “Look, the so-called heroine is so frightened she pissed herself. Maybe she’s not so Big Boobs brave? “Or dress group sex it up teen a bit by stitching or molding gold and silver into the grip, perhaps inlaying some ivory and maybe ruby or sapphires.” His finger found the trigger. Now what happened surprised her, he grabbed her hips and with her back to him she felt the cock slip in. She helped him work it in until it was balls deep. Obviously once all this was over they babe were probably just going to make her drink it, and after her trip to the glory hole she was no longer intimidated by the idea of volume – it was just part of the humiliation process. She lifted the testicles and felt behind them for the tube of the urethra, pressing with her thumbs and methodically working up the shaft until she squeezed a thick, white glob from the swollen head. He pulled the beautiful 16-year- old to her feet and led her by her arm to the back wall of the stall. She has brunette hair cut short, she has an incredible tight little ass and amateur 32B boobs. Normally he would have fucked her first like he did with Miss Jones. Spiritual The pain did not make her drop her resistance and irritated I took a strangling grip around her throat. It was split on asian both sides. Many white men do." I replied, and I was, Big Boobs for tears streamed down my cheeks, and shame squeezed my chest, but I did it anyway. “You're really cleaning my dick!” I groaned. "She fucking likes it guys, she's fucking me back in her sleep," Eric gasped, picking up the pace. “Is he gay?” I asked. I needed that.”