Sniffing uncertainly I fold the wrap back over my bare breasts, and tie the fastening knot. As though this is a normal doctor consultancy and I’m an overwrought patient, I am offered a tissue. “Dry your eyes, Melena,” he says. “You don’t want anyone to see you’re so pathetic.” He is quite right. The guards will get a kick from seeing me weep, and I don’t want the other women to know I can be broken. Ja-alixxe would gloat to see a crack in my defenses. I dab my eyes and try to get the last of my shuddering sobs under control before the guards arrive. To avoid displaying weakness I try to focus on anything that might give me hope. There is still a small chance I could be the winner, I tell myself first. Another possible source of optimism is that I feel no evidence that the implant chip is functioning, although this may simply be because it has yet to be activated. All is not lost, I try to conclude. But maybe it is. I will never again be the same proud and confident Melena de Santo, though. The men around me see me as a slave now and some always will, even if I’m japanese the survivor. As proof, half way through my stumbling journey back to my cell, arms pinned back behind me once more and driven by the choking band of leather tight around my throat, the guard driving me holding the pole slams me without warning into the wall. As if this is a prepared signal his colleague is on me immediately, hands invading my wrap. And then, he molests me intimately, squeezing my breasts, cupping my sex, and running his fingers up the cleft between my buttocks. 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 japan 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 asian worthless slave. I’m emotionally grateful to be back in the comparative safety of the cell but physically I feel terrible. The side schoolgirl of my face aches, I can still feel where the guard’s hands were on me, 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 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 blowjob 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. 9 - Allies Not a comment as to why we were both naked or why we were both hard or why we were so close to each other that I could count the little freckles that sprinkled his nose. I promise.” CGB kicked open the door to the stairwell, leaving the lights off. Should I show him? They were just so heavy with his spunk. “Y-y-you don’t need to apologize, Your Holiness.” Bianca stammered, sounding like she was about to have a panic attack, “I am a mother after all; I am aware of how things… work, biologically.” “Hi,” she squeaked, terror and excitement grappling her senses. Chapter One: Mother Mind-Controlled into Lover Melody threw back her head. Alex held me tight. Quick as a flash my japan husband leapt up from where he had been squatting hidden by the hood of the van. schoolgirl As Apollon would explain to her once he announced the rest of sentence. I pinched her puffy areola and rubbed her nipple. I didn't give him a chance to respond, turned to face the wall and pulled up the covers. Motel space was freed up and fairly abundant but expensive for japanese long term, so asian I stayed at Jo's going forward at least for now. “He's going to be so happy with me. I did it! They didn’t have the higher pitched squeals of the smaller ones. So ne and Sasha put an ad online and we had a heap of interest but only a handful were what we were looking for. Amy expression changed a bit and she muttered, “Oh my, I think you’re going to get yourself into a lot of situations.” - Open, open wide you slut, taste it and cum! I was starting to get cold again and needed some clothes to put on. Shelly said oh yea so good. "How was it?" she asked and looked into her brother's alarmed eyes while he stayed silent. He assures me he will put his best paralegal on it to find out the information. The sex was absolutely amazing! They had me bend over and raise my arms to push the ladder up. Lori Follis, wife of Richard Follis, banker; mother of two, drove the kids blowjob to school on this particular morning because of the heels she wore. I groan my own pleasure as I push deeper and deeper into her tight wet hole.