So much hurt, and he hasn’t even moved to my erogenous zones yet. Such torture should take months to heal, but when he does pause, the agony doesn’t fade gradually. It vanishes instantly as it arrives, and I’m transported from one reality to another. At those times I can suddenly think, and I can understand, and see that I’m totally unharmed, and I can fear the moment when the baton touches me again. There is no permanent damage, but when I return to the reality free from fire, I find things have changed during my absence. During one break, for example, I realize I’ve started gasping with exertion. Rapid, deep breathing draws attention to the rise and fall doggystyle of my vulnerable breasts. During another I discover my muscles have started to ache like I’ve run a pussy marathon. How rigidly must have I been tensed in the frame, to have strained my resilience so much already? I try to be brave for as long as I can, but when he takes my suffering to a new level, saying, “Let’s try it on your pussy now,” I start to weep shamelessly. “Please, no!” I sob, and for the first time in my life I beg a man “Please fuck me!” and I mean it. While I plead with increasing desperation he moves the slave goad low, between my spread legs. I am busy gyrating my pelvis, trying instinctively to open my thighs wider, away from the wand, and I even stand on tiptoe to avoid the inevitable for a moment longer. How much is this going to hurt? My clit is hypersensitive, I know that. I didn’t want to masturbate in front of cumshot the cameras back when I was free, so the constant gentle stimulation from the nanobots has left me aroused. The lips of my sex are swollen, opening themselves ready for what should be pleasure, instead of pain. It’s the slightest touch, but it feels like my pussy is white hot. It’s worse than being branded, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before. Far worse. I am screaming and screaming and screaming. When the pain is gone, as suddenly as it came, it takes me a moment to understand I’m still alive. “Again?” Salarin asks me in an almost pleasant tone. “No, no, no, no, no,” I sob. The goad is waiting between my legs, pointing at me like a man’s cock. I flex my thighs, trying to get onto tiptoe and escape the contact that will plunge me back into blowjob molten agony. It’s futile – he only has to raise his arm between my open limbs, but I can’t help myself trying to evade it anyway. I am a loser in the Rape Run. My future is only slavery, misery, rape and humiliation. “Please fuck me, please fuck me instead,” I beg, and to the depths of my soul that’s what I want him to do. I would welcome the rape if it would spare me more torture. Mercifully, he takes the goad from between my legs, but Salarin interracial has not finished with me yet. “Are those lovely big titties sensitive?” he asks curiously, and without warning he strokes the wand back and forth across my defenseless breasts. Madness claims me again. My chest tits has been immersed into the sun. I’m not aware if I’m writhing, or making any sound, or how much time is passing. All I know is the burning. And then it is gone. I look down. It hurt so much that surely he must have burnt me away and only a blackened ruin remains. Soon his wilted 4" cock appeared as the shorts were whisked to his knees. I look over to my left and see Maddie now standing and shedding her pants and cute little panties. You need some money? Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous form in front of me. She was wearing a semi loose pair of Levi’s that had numerous holes in the thighs, making her tanned skin underneath look very appetizing. She let out a few gasps, and blowjob groans and moans every time I hit the right spot. I didn’t have to do a thing but stay right where I was with my dick sticking straight out while my sister did all of the work. “Mark after everything that happened I would like to think we have an understanding. “I hope y'all are tits using sunblock.” yes they said all together pussy and giggled. Adults dressing up as stuffed toys are plain silly!” Sasha grabbed Bayley and pulled her up and started playing with her nice tits and pulling on her nipples. His "new goal" was to try to have sex with girls his own age, or at least close to his own age. I’ve cum like 5 or 6 times in the past couple of hours. But he came back up between my legs. Then in cumshot a single fast motion she rolled me over so she was on top near the edge of the bed. A lot. Sometimes I want to tell them, but how can I? I didn't know her, but the Chinese futa grinned and smacked me on the rump as I passed. Bella moaned loudly from the hard pounding. Don’t be alarmed if you feel a slight arousal.” and with that he started to move the instrument faster and deeper. Her doggystyle tiny hole flinched. Because the guys in my gym class can be real dicks." Her butt-cheeks rippled. interracial Her hand came up and cupped one as I did the same. Sooner or later, it will all be mine!” The look in her eyes was priceless and to hear her moan like that was incredibly rewarding. It hurts but it kind of feels good. He also told me about some ‘alterations’ that I had to make to the style. Her pussy grew hotter around my dick. “NO!” I said, “I keep telling you that I’m NOT an exhibitionist.”