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“Again?” asks Klink. “No! No! No!” I beg, terrified. “You’ll obey every order?” “Yes! Yes!” “I have a controller too,” Riyena tells me, and she zaps me again anyway, just to teach me there doesn’t have to be a reason for using the thing on me. After the second jolt I just manage to keep my emotions under control and avoid giving the shapeshifter the satisfaction of again bursting into tears. “You can let her go now,” Klink tells Riyena with a dismissive wave. Thank the gods, at least they’re taking me out the bonds. I feel Riyena at my ankles first, until the restraints are suddenly loose and mercifully I’m able to close my legs. It’s too late to save myself from the rape, or the egg that feels as Hardcore though it’s distending me, or to undo his using my Reflex, but it’s a mercy to be able to squeeze my thighs and hide the shameful metal object protruding from my pussy. I still have my wrists shackled, so I can only wait as Riyena looms over me, her naked body pressing intimately against my own. The chilling smile she gives me, private meant to be just between us, is pure evil. “Welcome to the family, slave!” she whispers, and she kisses me on the nose almost tenderly. Ignore her, I tell myself. Neither words nor kisses will ever hurt me. My wrists are at last free and I’m able to cautiously sit up. I do so to find my whole body feels sore. The muscles in my limbs are aching with the ferocity of my struggles against the restraints. Once upright, of course the first thing I want to do is to reach between my legs, take hold of the disc base and try to pull out the egg, even though I know in its enlarged state it’s not going to pass between my lips without tearing me as though I’m giving birth. I’m ashamed on touching my warm genitals to discover my sex is unpleasantly sticky. I’m soiled, carrying the signs of a rape victim and of the Reflex. I tug the metallic base away from me, but don’t get anywhere saving myself from the control device. Quickly I learn its size is not the egg’s only defense mechanism. As I begin to pull the pain restarts – just a tingling at first, but intensifying by every fraction of an inch I try to withdraw it. Before it’s out even the length of a fingernail, the electric jolts are too uncomfortable, and I have to give-up and let it sink back into me. Klink laughs at my cumshot failure. “You Gaianesians think men are stupid.” After being bound so totally on the bed I’m expecting to be reshackled, or leashed, or endure at least some form of restraint, so it actually makes me more uncertain what to do when Klink and Riyena all but ignore me and prepare to leave. She wraps the red Aghara-Penthay slave’s robe about herself and fastens its bow teen under blonde her arm. It doesn’t do much to conceal her – her legs and arms are bare and the robe has its gaping opening at her left side, but tight left with nothing I feel very naked in comparison. At the door Klink looks back at me impatiently. “Come slave, what are you waiting for?” “My wrap?” I plead, and he sneers. “If you want clothing now, you have to earn it.” Covered or not, it looks as though I have no choice but to follow. 21 - Parade Walking nude onto the mezzanine is one of the most unbearable moments of my life. The torture was the worst pain I’ve experienced, and being raped was the most psychologically damaging, but this tops the billboard for humiliation. I’m naked, naked, in front of so many people. It seems impossible to believe that barely an hour ago I had another life – one with a future. I’d considered myself superior to the red-wrapped girls and the naked ones then. Now I’m more pathetic than all of them, for they were probably captured in space piracy whereas I’m here because of my own gullibility. But I was coming now, shooting more cum than I ever thought possible, roiling with love and affection, and shaking with lust. ‘Oh that’s okay Sir. "Please dont be mad ,you can still fuck me cant you"? "Such a big boy!" she cooed, examining the pool of cum which was forming on the bed between her legs. “Beelma figured me out, pegged me for a Rebel spy. I need to find someone other than my father to fuck tight me. I stopped at the restroom and washed my face and cleaned up. It had been a good day. Both come from a hand-held pistol yet different guns, so I will be interested in what Special Agent Fernandez sees in the report from City Police. The deepest cumshot feelings come out in one's own language. 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