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Use her for your own fulfilment while you arouse her for me.” “No!” I plead, saying no for the thousandth time since being handed over to the Slavers. I strain with my bruised wrists against the handcuffs as uselessly as I’ve always done, for Jasmine is already half-way through straddling my cot. Her weight settles on my pelvis, pressing on some of the lines of soreness where she sits on me, and then her hands reach where she wants to touch - for my anime injured breasts, fingers pulling at my nipples so they begin to spark with stimulation. “Please, no,” I beg to them both, “not this.” I turn my head to the side to look at balefully at the Hunter, slouching back indolently in his chair to watch us, and Jasmine takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss the side of my neck. I hold his gaze, furious, the whole time her soft lips press into me. Her breath is hot, tickling, and she sucks at me, compressing her mouth the way teenagers do giving a love bite. Having claimed me thus, she straightens up and rubs the palms of her hands up and down over me, stroking from my belly over my breasts to my collarbone. Jasmine’s touch is gentle enough not to cause my welts too much discomfort, but she’s inexorably determined and insistent enough to awaken me. I turn from Lotho-etsarra and stare plaintively at Jasmine. “Stop this!” I tell her in a quavering voice. “This is a direct order from a senior officer!” But she looks at me without a trace of an expression, like she’s drugged, and I see how profound the control of the slave implant can be over a human being’s will. Jasmine will follow his order to without question. She’s going to arouse me, and unless he stops her she’ll inevitably use me for her own climax as well. And this blind obedience is a living example of my destiny. Once the Rape Run is over my implant will be activated just like hers, and I too will be lost, dissolve into slavish compliance forever. Jasmine surprises me then, lifting herself off after only caressing me for moments. I hope somehow that my ordeal is over, but with a creak of springs she merely rotates round, so her creamy back is towards my face. My eyes helplessly follow the bumps of her spine, from her hairline down to the cleft of her buttocks, as she reverses up my torso and then leans down to attend to the place between my legs. “Jasmine, asses No!” I plead again, but my words turn into a groan and my back arches as her soft mouth smothers my clitoris. Jasmine’s tongue, warm and moist, presses against my folds, already moving in intimate circles. My lower body ignites with arousal. I try to pull my pelvis deeper into the mattress, away from the intense stimulation, but she moves with me. As the same time she spreads her knees wider apart, either side my head, lowering her core to just in front of my face. Even amateur at this distance I can smell the smell of a woman’s sex organs, but also other scents – the now familiar smell of sperm, the smell of her sweat, and ever pervading fear that seeps from women on Aghara-Penthay. At the other end of my body her tongue thrusts deep between my lips and then drags up over to my clit and I cry out at the overwhelming sensuality, tensing in my bonds. It seems to be a beginners circle for summoning the smallest of imps. Their breathing was heavy. “Why?” I replied. What the hell? Tonya stirred beside me. My blood freeze, she say it for real. His court style has been to make bold unsubstantiated suggestions during his closing arguments to induce doubt.” Mark rubbed his head. “I have a better idea. She spun around like she was sitting on an office chair, then leaning forward on all fours. Speeding my pace up, amateur the table shook violently as a vase tumbled to the ground, shattering across the other side of the dining room floor. Then I can hear Emily moan “Oh god I'm cumming, I'm cumming OOOH” and her body starts to shake. I said I needed full credit anime for sending the first wave of pictures to every adult at school, the board of Ed, the newspaper, channel 12 news, their families and their husband's companies. “Can you save asses her?” Astrid asked Brandon. Huhhh, cartels… Such awful humans… But he and mom – how do we deal with that?”