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As well as the huts here where the men sleep, our camp contains some buildings given over to stores of food, and some to munitions, restraints and sadistic equipment for the maltreatment of slaves. My duties are to prepare food, to clean the camp and run such errands as I am given, and to serve the sexual pleasure of any man who asks. I am forbidden from leaving the camp area, but I have no interest in doing so anyway – there is nowhere to run to on Aghara-Penthay. I get little work done, for the four men who remain here all desire me. Much of my afternoon is spend lying on my side on a cramped camp bed while a grey-haired, small man paws my breasts. He likes pressing his erection at the apex of my legs and moving it steadily against my clitoris until I become wet. There is no consideration of my consent in having sex with him, but he is gentle and for some reason that makes me cry after we’re done. He Deep throat strokes my hair and asks my name, smiling a little when I reveal riding the truth that it actually is “Boobs” as branded onto my flank. He asks me about life on Gaianesia, and if I like being Klink’s slave (no). The man comforts me, stroking me all over, but touching makes him hard again, and soon after he enters me for a second time. During taking me he tells me that he finds my body very desirable and if I please him enough perhaps he’ll buy me. I try to move in the way men like to encourage him, but later, in front of the others, he treats me with contempt. “Gaianesian slut”, I am called. The next man to rape me is much larger than me, and very physically strong. He orders me indian to resist him, for he wants the psychological pleasure of my defeat. So I struggle as hard as I can, trying every tactic apart from hurting him to evade his solid bulk, but then he pulls my hair and it triggers the Reflex. Next thing I know I’m face down on the camp bed. I’m oozing and receptive between my legs, but this man is a sadist and there would be no malicious satisfaction in having me without pain. I fight to the end, but pinned down to the sheets by his mass he inevitably penetrates my anus inducing a flare of agony, and I’m raped roughly. Big man has done me a slight favor in that the nanotech stimulating my anus had been neglected by Klink for a few days, and it was getting hard to walk with the tingling. But this is little consolation. It is to the camp’s obvious amusement that I limp between the buildings when it’s over, torn and injured, but forbidden from using healing paste until my Master approves. I’m not permitted to clean myself either, and he will see the trickle of dried semen and blood down my inside leg which bears witness to my shame. Klink was not the only one who brought his personal comforts to the hunt. Inside another of the huts close by waits Salarin’s personal sex slave, Ja-Alixxe, ready to please her owner. Unlike with my situation the men have been forbidden from using Ja-Alixxe, not that anyone but the most desperate would be Babes interested. Since I saw her last, Salarin still hasn’t let her sate the desperate craving induced between her legs, and the frustrated need has driven Ja-Alixxe insane. She’s no longer capable of speech, and only makes animal moans of lust. She twitches and moves constantly, touching her flanks, her belly, her rump, her breasts with their silver nipples, anywhere but the one place that can bring her relief. When I first arrived she blocked my path intimidatingly, staring at me flexing her fists and making cavewoman grunts. But once she understood I wouldn’t be the one to ease her torture, Ja-Alixxe made a howling noise and fled from my sight. “The first Runner I catch, I told her…” Salarin said gleefully to Klink as they watched me with the Blowjobs brunette, “Once I’ve had my fun with the first Runner and got her out of sight of the cameras, I’ve told Ja-Alixxe she can use that woman to relieve herself. The poor Runner won’t know what’s hit them. “Yeah, seriously, thanks,” the dark-haired scene girl chimed in, tailing Stephanie into the room. What’s more there were lots Blowjobs of students coming out and up those steps. It is very sensitive so be careful when you lick and suck on it. He pleaded. My blood burned as the pleasure built in my pussy. Sara, i think you need to help this young lady to pee . i watched And then I had let Sally sleep in for the rest of the day, and had snuck out, telling her that I was going to get some late lunch for both of us, and bring it back to our hotel room. Mom was in a cheery mood the whole evening. Passion filled me. I gasped at the sensation! "Jeez, man, just look at her." My parents own a ranch. He thought of her hands, both small hands wrapped around his shaft. As she relaxed I started to take gentle short strokes, no more than a quarter inch or so, in her ass with that finger. Now he pulled out and stood up. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, arms straining at her restraining bonds as every instinct in her bound body fought to reach out for her equine lover’s indian cock. Daddy pulled his face from my pussy. “You are loving my pussy, Mama. A feather, barely hanging from the two inches of bone she had left of her right wing. I know what it looks like, but it seems too fantastic to believe.” She lowered her chin, opened her jaw, and extended her long pink tongue to taste Josie’s ass at the source. “...like..” Sarah uttered It was genius! I never quite understood that. She laughed gently, "I'm Carol, our c***dren are in the same class at school so I see Liz regularly on the school Mum run, I've seen you a couple of times there too but we've never actually met" Her companion joined us with their drinks, "This is my husband Richard," we nodded to each other. She knew I wouldn’t go to sleep until she’d given me a detailed recap of her date. When these men finished these slaves would be able to take anyone in any hole. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. Erin gazed at the mess in growing horror. I know I’m kinky that way. It was big but it looked so different Babes than Nate’s. It looked really thick and riding I knew it could get a lot longer. “I like the sound of that.” My round breasts spilled out, plump and ripe, full of my breast milk. It was after eleven when I put out the table cards showing everyone where to sit. 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