She releases more clear fluid than I’ve ever seen from a woman’s climax before. Cassarinie is inundated, as though rather than orgasming Ja-Alixxe has urinated on her. The bounty hunter stops all vocalizing for a few seconds after climax, closing her eyes for a few moments and swaying on her knees. I think she’s going to faint. But then she opens her eyes with a snap and behind shifting her body down that of Lesbians Cassarinie, dragging her pelvis to maintain contact the whole time. Ja-Alixxe begins moaning softly with desire again, starting the process of ascending the pleasure curve to her next ecstatic peak. The men make me watch this repeating cycle for long enough that I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve seen Ja-Alixxe orgasm. As ordered, she smears her wet cunt all over the helpless comedienne’s body. Cassarinie pleads and struggles against this humiliation for the first ten minutes, but then she just lays still, turning her head to look away from the men so she doesn’t have to see the sadistic pleasure in their faces. On and on it goes. After half an hour Ja-Alixxe seems to have discharged enough of her Hardcore lust to regain some sanity. Big Dick “No choice,” are the first words I’ve heard her say since group sex we met in Salarin’s audience chamber. These spoken to Cassarinie by way of apology as she humps the other woman’s thigh. As the show loses its interest for the men, conversation begins. “Are you healed, slave?” Klink asks me. “My cunt and ass are better, Master,” I confirm. Salarin finds my reply amusing for some reason. “Her cunt? Your Gaianesian is getting a filthy mouth, Egregious.” “I’ve blocked the memory of any other words for it,” Klink explains. “That’s all she’s allowed to call it.” I frown, trying to probe my mind, but no – that is the only name for it. It’s my cunt. “I’ll get bored of messing with her head soon, just as I’m getting bored with the rest of her. She has a nice pair of hooters, but as I’ve said before Gaianesians are too dumb to be interesting once you’ve broken them. I intend to trade her once the pirate is ready for my use.” If the threat of sale is supposed to intimidate or frighten me, it has the opposite effect. Hope blazes in me. Gods yes, please Master, trade me. Anywhere in the galaxy is better than this world of horrors. Trade me as live food. I don’t care as long as I get off the surface of Aghara-Penthay. I want the men to talk further about my fate, but babe we’re interrupted. The man who walks into the room is dressed in the livery of Salarin’s faction. He is one of the underlings who roughly raped me this afternoon, the strong one who triggered my Reflex and then put his penis in my anus. We’ve been sexual partners - the most intimate state possible between man and woman, but he barely glances at me now. “Hunter,” he says to the clan chief. “I think you need to see this.” A brassy blonde woman with a Texas-sized accent took the podium and announced herself. I reached the back of the store near the bread section and the dairy section. I leaned forward and slid about half my cock into Big Dick her vagina, held it there a few moments and then pulled it Lesbians all the way out again. Both are graduates of Texas Tech and returned home after college, to work on the Hardcore family ranch. Then pleasure rippled around her. I couldn't stimulate her nipples through the tape, but I kneaded her titty babe flesh between my fingers, alternately squeezing group sex tightly and hefting their weight with my hand. “No blow jobs on the way to school,” he yelled. I told her to give me her shorts, which she did. From everything I was told no one knew where they were!" My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a horny little slut. Lucilla hissed in reaction, trying to rub her thighs together. “Because you are not” she said.