Thirty points. My breasts, protruding in front of me as appealingly large targets, take the worst of it, but with my thighs spread so wide my tender pussy is particularly vulnerable, and hits there are the most painful. I had only barely regained some stamina from the earlier torment, so soon into the whipping my tired legs fail me again and I’m left hanging from my wrists, twisting my torso from side to side in an attempt to deflect the lashes from my most delicate areas. And then, for the first time Salarin spares me some pain, rather than causing it. Night is falling and the tall man leads by sixty-two points to forty-nine when my Master returns, and at the first sign his appearance the two underlings finally lower their whips. With some murmurs of discontent they and the crowd hurry to his service. The Hunter comes into camp driving a chariot-like hover speeder, standing at its helm like a captain. He cruises in slowly, far slower than the maximum capacity of the vehicle, as though he’s taking part in a victory big cocks parade. Salarin’s retinue is almost in the camp when I see the reason for the leisurely pace. Following the speeder is a woman. Her wrists are roped together, and these have been tightly tied by a long length of rope to the back of the vehicle, forcing her to run behind it and keep on her feet, or risk being dragged along the ground, causing her skin to be gradually flayed by the stony crimson surface of this hateful planet. It is Elionara. She has already indian been stripped and is drenched in sweat when she stumbles exhausted behind Cuckold her captor into camp. Elionara’s physique is that of a dancer. But being the most toned and muscular of us all doesn’t stop the figure I see being clearly feminine. Her breasts are small but pert, and she had unusually large nipples of a copper color almost the same as her hair. Her hips are wide, and she has a pronounced womanly pubic bone above her fleshy pussy. Some of Salarin’s men rush to prepare a place for Elionara in the wooden frame at my left, following instructions shouted from their amateur leader. Included in their number are the two who just whipped me. I will witness what is to come as Palonae did with me, but I soon see that unlike myself, still roped in an “X” shape, they have additional plans for Elionara. Instead of leaving her standing in the frame several men drag a heavy piece of equipment to a position in the middle of the timber square. It is a simple thing, made of two rectangular boards of wood, sloping against each other to form a shape like a ridge tent. The two wooden sides, tapering as they go upwards, met in a sharp spine in its center. From the front or the back, looking along the interracial length of the thing, its cross section would look like a steep triangle. At first I can’t understand its purpose. Where will Elionara go, when that thing is in her place? She can’t straddle it - that would be agonizing – a rider’s vulnerable genitals would be crushed against the sharp spine running down the center of the ridge. And then I Hardcore look back and forth between it and Elionara with dawning horror. They mean to put her on there, precisely because it will be torture for her to mount it. While the furniture is shifted into place Elionara’s wrists are untied, but only so her captors can secure them with fresh, separate ropes. Salarin strides around, barking preemptory commands, while they thread the ropes through upper rings in the frame, ready to stretch her arms out just as they did with mine. Meanwhile my flesh is burning with pain from the whipping and I’m exhausted. The tail end of my sobs taper away, and I regain enough control of myself that I can watch with sympathy when the moment comes when her wrists were pulled apart, and all hope for her is lost. Beautiful dancer Elionara is dragged easily towards the frame by the ropes, each held by a guard. The mass of maleness pulling each limb is as least three times her total body weight. Then her thighs are seized by two more men, their hands touching intimately. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile. They were beautiful, with big round areolas Hardcore that had large nipples in the center of them. Ian continued to squirm. After a minute, I felt big cocks a small mass deep inside her ass, slowly moving towards my mouth. Breathing a sigh of relief she quickly tried the keys till she was free. She is very good at sucking my cock and Cuckold I felt sure the challenge of pleasing a much bigger cock than mine while I watched was a real turn on for her. "No, no, that's fine," he replied. Fifteen interracial minutes after that, he smiled when he saw the digital representation of her on his monitor. “What do I do?” she asked. "Oh, fuck" Alex indian moaned as he leaned against the wall, gripping the metal railing with one hand. He screamed and his vision went white, white, white, the color of the sun’s insides as he dumped cum into his daughter’s corpse. We had just finished a game at a college on the other amateur side of the county and had just arrived back in the changing room to shower and get ready to take the bus home when one of the girls announced that it was my 18th birthday that day.