Pinky & Misty Love

My beloved sister, implanted, obedient, degraded, raped, sold. If only you’d died when your ship was attacked. I desperately need a moment to mourn, but Riyena does not allow me long to come to terms with this tragedy. “No doubt White Queen didn’t give a crap about your sister, and only sent here to complete her mission ebony and transfer the data from my secret chip, yes? So you’re eager for me to touch you?” she continues, and then without waiting for me to reply she adds, “Well let me oblige.” And without asking my permission the Harken female does touch me, and not just a touch – she fingers me intimately, at the apex of my legs below my pubic bone, where only my lovers have been permitted. Of course she understands the female body, and the initial contact with the smooth pads of her fingers is in the correct spot to trigger a flare of arousal which immediately heats my abdomen. The prone position I’m in means I can’t look down to see what she’s doing properly. And left with only the nerve signals to inform me, they seem far more intense, and therefore worse when only a moment later my pleasure turns to suffering. Without warning I feel her squash the hooded folds of my clitoris between her knuckles, mashing hard enough to make me tense in my bonds and mutely moan in pain. No-one has tried to harm my sex Lesbian organs before. My flesh is sensitive there, and I’m astounded how much it can hurt. Fucking bitch! I scowl silently at her. I’m furious, but also aware how utterly unable I am to stop her. The adrenaline spike of pain strapon makes my ass blood pound even harder. I’m going to have a heart attack at this rate. “You moan just like she does when I torture her…” Riyena says approvingly as I move my pelvis, trying to shift her crushing knuckles into any place that feels less responsive. But shifting only seems to make it worse, and I must moan again. So here she is – my first true sadist. I should pity her, turned by an implant into a monster, but it would be difficult enough forgiving someone who merely hurt me. I can have no sympathy for someone who claims she harmed Gara. The pain from my core reduces to a dull throb when the Harken abruptly releases the pressure, but Riyena isn’t merciful enough to remove her hand from the private place between my legs. Her fingertips remain there, right on my clit. Unconquered I raise my head to show the contempt I have for the kind of person who could hurt my sister. “Bitch!” I mouth from behind my gag. Without the least sign of remorse for what she just did, the Harken woman laughs at me. I try and reassure myself I’ll end sex up the true victor here. She said trying ass to calm my nerves. She'd even enjoyed a few of my teachers and professors. “This doesn’t feel like any strapon fever I’ve had before,” she replied weakly, staring out the side window. Will they be over here when you are not at home trying to fuck me? Do they have STD, etc.etc.etc.”. We started talking and my father came out of the bathroom, dressed. It turned out that the expenses were well justified, since some nosy neighbors Lesbian weren’t about to give up ebony trying to uncover sex the going-ons of the house. “Still I got the other assignments,” I told her, “The green-eyed Engineering student who is also in need with his assignment, would tear my head off and yours too, if I decide to help you. He lay there, feeling that if his privates were uncovered, he'd have nothing left. I was mesmerized, the lust surging up from my insides. All that was in the basement was a big brand new looking wrap around couch, a pretty large black wooden coffee table, fully stocked bar, those cameras and all the older naked guys. Ethan panted hard and squirmed, feeling the cock spearing deep within him, impaling him on its pleasurable tip, begin to harden beyond what he already felt, gaining an enhanced steeliness that, in turn, made him steel himself for what he knew was coming.