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I shouldn’t be weak, but I’m well on my way to doing that already, whimpering a plea of “No! No! No!” through my gag, when she pushes the needle into the focus of my sex for the first time. After that there is no sanity or understanding or the chance to form coherent speech, only pain. 19 - Tortured A moment lasts for eternity when you’re being tortured, and yet in contradiction, you lose your mind and it becomes impossible to judge the passage of time. You Big Boobs only begin to re-evaluate reality in the moments in between – a hoarseness in your throat telling you that you must have been screaming for a long time; the aching muscles that have come from nowhere, sweat over your body showing just how fiercely you struggled, and the way you can’t stop shaking from the fear. The female body has a defensive mechanism where after a certain amount of abuse the damaged area begins to lose sensitivity, and the mountainous peaks of agony flatten to gentler hills. Unfortunately Riyena seems to be familiar with this, and she also knows that the nerve endings in a vulnerable organ when given pause or smothered with cunt paste recover rapidly. Thus, when she tortures me for the first time she methodically alternates between my breasts and my sex, piercing her needles right through double-sided flesh such as my nipples and the hood of my clitoris, and embedding pins deep into surrounding areas such as the padded lips of my vulva and the heavy, full, masses of my boobs. Each time a needle begins its inexorable progress it’s impossible not to scream as a part of my delicate body becomes white hot fire. The sounds I emit are not screams of fear, not the shriek of a damsel in the clutches of the monster in a movie, but are animal howls of unbearable suffering. Once a needle is embedded and I briefly regain some sanity, she likes to move it around inside me and enjoy the new reaction this produces. Rapidly I lose all bodily control. Before long when Riyena takes one of her pauses I weep like I’ve never playing cried before, uncontrollably, my torso gasping with the sobs. I start shaking as if I’m a frail old crone. At one point when a pin goes into my vulva, my bladder involuntarily releases and I flood my urine across the mattress, leaving me lying in a warm damp puddle of my own stinking fluids. I don’t know how long the torture has been going on before the man who I’ve been calling Acheron joins us. He with wasn’t there at one time, and then he is, sitting quietly in a chair leant forward to watch us. He appears during one of the instances when Riyena was torturing my chest. She’s pressed needle after needle deep into the flesh of my breasts. There are so many of the things sticking out that I look like I’m carrying twin pale pink pincushions. I’m surprised there’s not much blood for so much agony – the merest trickle from the needles, except for at my nipples where she’s pierced right through me. I must be a sorry sight. With it being difficult for me to breath around the gag, my crying has exploded snot from my nose, leaving my face filthy and disgusting. Bloody, disgusting and naked, I turn my head to Acheron and abandoning any show of Gaianesian strength I moan through my gag a humble slave’s plea for mercy. I don’t care about pride and whether women are better than men. I just want the suffering to stop. But the man I see doesn’t seem concerned by what’s happing to me. I wouldn’t have believed my spirits could sink even lower cumshot but faced with his indifference it happens. Riyena told the truth - he’s not Acheron, but Egregious Klink, blowjob who hunts prize slaves for Salarin’s faction. I’m not about to return on the Bountiful Sluts with Gaianesian agent Acheron Doe, but to go to the surface of Aghara-Penthay for implantation, slavery, and enduring rape after rape after rape. This fellow who now owns me utterly says casually to Riyena, “more pins, in her labia.” and I begin to blubber feebly, anticipation making what’s about to happen worse. My bladder releases again, but there’s no liquid left in me to spill. “I made up my mind that day that I was going to wait for Mr. Right—the man I would love and marry and spend the rest of my life with before having sex. “Sluts like me have to know what cum tastes like.” Then, at the same time, they looked at each other and said, “Ewwww!” I done wore his ass out,” she says smiling to me. I smiled at her from the tops of Big Boobs my eyes, “In all my fantasies about this moment, the roles were a little different.” He used a towel to clean himself off as I lay back on the couch fully extended. He heard there was a sense of urgency in her thoughts. She yelled: “Darling, eat it….eat it fully”. She saw one worn sign on a door, it was to a small break room at the end of the hall. Like yogurt fresh from the fridge. His eyebrows shoot up cumshot so far with they met his hairline, trying to compose himself blowjob he asked, "Well how hard is the meat you normally get?" “Jim! Now, he'd put the whole thing in jeopardy. She giggled “I’d love to suck your cock honey, but I think the other guys should get their cock out as well”. Without thinking, my hand came to rest on his thigh as my small finger was resting against his bulge. playing “This alone,” I said “could bring most women... or men... to orgasm.” Loraine confirmed my comments with a guttural gasp.