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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 terrible. The side of my face aches, I can still feel where the guard’s hands were on me, anal 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 gagging 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. sexy 9 - Allies We’ve been shut in this stifling hot cell forever, what are blonde the Slavers waiting for? Sighing with irritation I shift position, drawing up my wrists a little. BDSM I’m sitting propped back against the wall, knees raised, elbows between my thighs. I’m 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 tits 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. Two days after my processing, I no longer feel any discomfort from the treatment except the buzz between my legs that constantly demands attention. My face doesn’t hurt; the only reminder of the implant is a slight lump at the base of my skull; and the injections to my genitals that were extremely painful at the time now create an effect that is quite the opposite from suffering. Shelly used her hands to spread Sonia open, and attacked the sweet opening with her lips, tongue, and even teeth. Three, then four. By the time I eventually came I was so desperate for it that the neighbours must have wondered if there was a noisy party going on or someone was getting attacked. When I realized that they were not going to do anything bad and that they were enjoying watching, a strange wave of calm descended on me. Despite my situation right now, I smiled right back at blonde them. 'He stopped short of fucking you' he said. Lifting up her tank top and exposed both her beautiful breasts. “Awesome,” Grace smiled. And it was obvious that Kayla enjoyed tying Bunny in knots. CGB kicked Bobby on the floor, anal his heavy boot leaving mud prints on the young man's gagging fatigues. “Ok, put him on,” I tell John. “Ooh, BDSM you're so good. "Yes Master, this slave bitch is very thankful for Master's punishments," she moaned. She looked shocked and worried. As I started to lay down on my stomach, Jim held my hips and pulled me back, so my knees were just onto the bed, my hands toward the middle of the bed. I smiled, remembering probing my fingers into Mom's asshole. I enjoyed being fucked by his big hard dick. “Ya hafta scream that everytime don’t ya.” Abigail annoyingly tits replied,rubbing her temples. Cutting off sexy her cry. There was not too many people there but anyone around watched us as made our way up to the food court and to the bikini store. Asking too much about the prisoners was also risky since it could blow or cover. Now what?” There is one thing though . . .” "That will do slut. Mother’s wonderful tail divided again and again, and soon Kiera and I were wrapped together within it, our bodies trapped in the pulsating binds as the invading tendrils worked ever deeper into our holes.