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She bucks in her frame, thrashing about her torso as if her breasts and the intimate place between her legs are on fire, and in the insanity of torture she imagines somehow she could shake herself free of the source of such suffering. How can those metal cups, so small and inconsequential looking, be capable of delivering such horrific pain? Another shot now – Palonae’s body drenched in sweat and her ribs heaving with exhaustion, as she begs in a husky voice, “fuck me! Oh please just fuck me! Anything to avoid more of that!” Her pleading was granted, for in the next shot my view is of the back of Salarin, pressing up against her front. He is still fully clothed but I can tell he’s raping her by the rocking movements of his hips. And then we cut in a jumpy edit to him standing behind her, violating her anally instead of vaginally. He grips her hips british with his hands and uses her pelvis to pull her back over him, and it must be unbearable for Palonae’s face is a rictus of discomfort. To avoid watching her suffering I look at the background of the scene – anything else in the hologram, but what I see gives me another shock. Apart from being down on the flat floor of the crater instead of raised up, the perspective of the high peak behind the princess is almost the same as where we are. I interrupt Palonae’s sexual moans to alert my companion. “Look where they are – Salarin, he’s really near us,” I tell Oorla urgently. “This footage will have been taken some time ago. He’s probably on his way here by now.” While I’m saying this the images of poor Palonae’s violation vanish and the cave is quiet, amateur except for the public sound of our slowing breathing. Watching the princess suffer has crushed all desire from me, and suddenly I’m embarrassed about my closeup nakedness, and I feel vulnerable. I first pull down my top, hiding my breasts, and then reach down to return my shorts to their position. The clinging fabric is too tight around my pussy, reconnecting to the unsatisfied desire in my yearning clitoris. “Tasha is gone, and then Aireela, and now Palonae,” Oorla says mournfully, seeming more defeated by the capture of the others. I’m not going to let her give up. “We need to move,” I say. “We’ve been in the same place for too long.” Levering myself on my elbows I shuffle forward towards the exit from the cave. My reality head breaks out into the sun and reminds me how blazing hot it is doggystyle out from cover. But I continue and scramble to my feet. By then sweat is already breaking out over my skin. Oorla’s hand appears in the opening. I pull her through, as I did when we entered the cave. She squeezes her eyes closed in the bright light. Hastily we make our way up the path. The need for intimacy has not left us entirely though, and she keeps her arm around my waist, so we walk leaning against each other. In the furnace of Aghara-Penthay we have to hydrate. Two Runners asking for water at once. Our canisters come individually labelled, so we swap – a small act of defiance. She will drink the sperm of men who sponsored their seed to be consumed by me. Her men will watch me drink away their lust. Maybe the Slavers will have to give refunds. “What time is it?” Oorla asks after swallowing back the fluids, wiping her lips that I was recently kissing. “Almost noon, perhaps?” Again we proceed quickly but cautiously. When we stepped back into my room Rebecca practically jumped on me. We kissed passionately as we made our way to the bed. She had made do with a cute pink skirt, but something still didn’t feel...right. My lips were sealed tight about them both. “No.” Fay replied. Tall broad shoulders, Billy took the title of biggest in the school with no close rival. Trish’s head popped up out of the water in front of me, her breasts just touching my own, “Hi Ange, british this is fun,” she gave me a quick kiss and was gone again. Jokingly Dakota looked at her imaginary amateur watch on her wrist poking at it with her other hand. Steve asked in the most gentlemanly of ways. Her ass remained high up in the air, however, prominently poised for more fucking. I turned off the water and Jeannie was at the tub handing us towels. So I figured I'd give you a reality demonstration and closeup find out. That familiar voice said: "You like this? I just need a story that sounds plausible for general people we come in contact with,” I said. Somewhat worried, and not having kids of my own, I asked "Are you feeling public OK? . . . “Relax, I’ll sleep in the middle. He walks up to me and says it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. I though nothing of it but when my mother saw me, she said I have to get you a new suit. We’re fucking, screwing, maybe having sex, but not making love. You'll see it, doggystyle she's wild." But that didn't stop Jan from feeling really horny whenever Bill was away for more than a week.