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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, Brunette 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, pussy cunt!” one of them barks 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 pornstar 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 worthless slave. I’m emotionally grateful to be back in the comparative safety of the cell but physically I feel terrible. The side 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 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 We’ve been shut in this stifling hot cell forever, what are the Slavers waiting for? Sighing with irritation I shift position, reality drawing up my wrists tits a little. I’m sitting propped back against the wall, knees raised, elbows between my thighs. I’m not just getting comfortable - my change is position is to discreetly graze my slim forearm against the most intimate place on flesh. For most of the day I’m been trying to find positions that press something against my sex, particularly my clitoris, without my cellmates noticing. The admittedly pleasurable sensation this temporarily brings seems the only way to relieve the constant distracting tingle that has been with me since the injection. Two days after my processing, I no longer feel any discomfort from the treatment except the buzz between my legs that constantly demands attention. My face doesn’t hurt; the only reminder of the implant is a slight lump at the base of my skull; and the injections to my genitals that were extremely painful at the time now create an effect that is quite the opposite from suffering. She looked down realizing both guys had their cocks out, she smiled “wow those are great looking cocks”. Mark thinks to himself watching him mill over all the different creamers. I swallowed. "Yes, alright" Henry said blushing. But in her hyper-sensitive state the pain only made her wetter. Now come over hear.” reality As you get wet, your tits juices are like the dew on those flowers.” He could feel his youngest sister’s warm breath on his leg and cock, and he almost came right then. Now Mobo, now, now, cum for us!” Any sorcerer powerful enough to kill a unicorn and escape with his life would have certainly left behind some magical signature, but I am detecting none. What’s more, the bottoms are of the thong variety and if I pull the bottoms up they disappear between my lips making them visible as well. and down your cock, steadily moving faster and faster. I so want to ride him whenever I want, but I can't. She placed her other hand on a breast and squeezed as she stroked her penis. He was kneeling in front of the condos’s door, naked with a ball gag in his mouth, hands handcuffed behind his back and the key pussy on the counter beside him. A landing strip of black hair ran down to her shaved twat. She wanted to be enveloped in his embrace, wanted him to grab generous handfuls of her butt, to physically dominate every inch of her flesh. There was a hunger in my belly, but no food could seem to satisfy it. At this late hour, no one was around. pornstar She stared at me, still naked. Sharon introduced Brunette me to Jason and Buddy. I could feel the anticipation among my supporters. The door opened and Elenore entered the room. The old cardboard ripping. “But you can fuck me if you want Chuck.”