Within a couple of minutes my body is as though nothing ever happened to me. Impossible as it seems I can’t feel a asian cumshot trace of the injuries from moments ago. There is the sound of the door opening again. I lift my head from the mattress looking for some form of aid, and my restraints Klink with taut metal, but it is merely a slave – one of those menial girls from the House of Roses who escorted me to this chamber of horrors. I’d considered her with something close to contempt when I arrived only a short time ago, but now I’m jealous. She is allowed clothing - a red wrap, she is unbound, and not lying in a pool of her own fluid. The slave girl has a bucket to clean me. This she does intimately, sponging soap between my spread legs and over my sensitive sex. “Take off amateur the gag first,” Riyena orders curtly. “Before cleaning her face, wet it with a sponge soaked with her urine. Leave her in the stink tits until last of all, and finally clean that pretty smile properly for my Master.” Wide eyed, I look at Klink, but see no mercy. Riyena’s request will be permitted. Inexorably the ball, japan wet with my own saliva, is removed. I am once more human and have the ability to speak, but I can think of nothing to say. Stoically I look up at the ceiling while my face is smeared with warm fluid reeking of my own acrid piss, and I’m forced to lie inhaling that stench while the rest of my body is washed clean. I’m grateful to the slave when she eventually returns to my face, so I try to smile humbly at her, but seeing sympathy in her expression my lip trembles and I break. While I weep she towels me, gently, and with dryness goes all signs that I bled on this bed or wet myself with fright. Physically I look no different to the woman who first was chained here on the bed. Mentally I am a stranger – someone already defeated and shattered to pieces. Then, without speaking the slave girl leaves, abandoning me to my tormentors. This time it is Egregious who takes a seat on the mattress next to me. He said he’d rape me, and with The Reflex, once I was clean. Contemplating what’s coming, I find words to speak. “Please don’t, I’ll give you anything,” I say, looking up at him as appealingly as I can from my place on my back. I don’t spare a glance for Riyena – I won’t get any mercy from her, but in Klink I might reach a grain of humanity towards a damsel in distress. He strokes my bare breast appreciatively. Slaver men favor loose combat pants without underwear, so the penis is not restricted by tight clothing. I see he is already rampantly hard, and know I’m not going to evade a violation. We got used to that pretty quickly. It had grown and protruded out more than a half inch. “Well Georgia, you tits don’t have any labia minora worth talking about and you do have cumshot a rather immature looking body, almost early puberty; but those 2 things shouldn’t be a problem. Morial - brother Must do. He slurped my clit and poked in his tongue inside and asian swirled it around. I tell her no, not on a Thursday. But his thrashing slowed as she kept her pussy against japan him. You, on the other hand my dear, enjoy all that kissy, caressing crap. Sarah asked incredulously. Gwendydd told Morgana. “Oh, I have heard so many of what caused me to become a futanari, but the doctors are certain its the pheromones that I release that cause women to go into heat around me the first time they meet me.” “Damn you’ve really thought this through, it all sounds perfect.” Mr. Dudley replied, amateur liking what he was hearing.” It was a carefully hidden secret, in large part because it was incredibly illegal. So apparently Sam was just a freak.