Domina In Charge

Even though our wrist binders too pussy are unnecessary they are only removed at the last blowjob moment, when we stand before a large alloy blast door that lifts into the roof. As we rub our sore wrists, the door raises and we both step cautiously forwards into a large cell. The blast door closes behind me with a rush of hot air and a clang before I realize the men don’t intend to follow. My new location isn’t a very welcoming place. It is windowless, illuminated by only glow-spheres high in the ceiling, and the room is completely bare of decoration, save a few sleeping rolls on the spanking floor. A small drainage hole in one corner with a grill bolted over it has a showerhead high above, protruding from the roof, and with it just one tap to control the water. There is no sign of anywhere to do our business other than over the drain. It’s hot in here. It’s hot everywhere on Aghara-Penthay. Protruding from the wall there is a nutrition dispensing tube, in the same pink phallic shape that was in my cage on the Slaver ship. There is only of these for us all to share. It is at waist height, so we’ll be obliged to kneel to use it. A couple of other women are already in here, each dressed in the plain wrap of a slave, open along one side and barely low enough to cover the pudenda. In these uniforms they stand and look at Big Tits us, sizing up cellmates who will inevitably become rivals once we’re in the Rape Run. I was often told I was exceptionally desirable within the Republic nice ass fleet, but I feel average compared to these two. Both women would be considered exceptionally beautiful in their own different ways. The face of the first one is familiar. She has no surname, being simply known as Oorla. Here stands a genuine celebrity – an award winning actress. I’ve never been in the presence of a famous person before, unless you count my own appearance as the poster girl of the fleet, so it feels unreal to see her right before me. Oorla is shorter in reality than I’d have expected – I have a good five or six inches on her. She’s not childlike though – her body is buxom and feminine, with a breast size similar to my own and a round curve to her hips. Her mouth is wide and sultry. One of the galaxy’s top poets wrote a verse where he dreamed about the pleasures of kissing those pouting lips. Oorla portrayed someone in a rape and revenge movie, escaping slavery and turning the tables on her captors to slaughter them all. I can see how poignant the Slavers would find it to make her truly endure the abuse. If she is raped in The Zone, she will not defeat her assailants as she did in the fiction. Oorla’s hair is platinum blonde – a silver curtain that contrasts the other woman. Her companion is a slender dark haired beauty I do not recognize. This one is of the same height but with dark doe-eyes and a more understated cleavage. The second female soon introduces herself to me. Before the female could speak, a male voice startled them. She just had so many wonderful ideas. He has had a throbbing erection since he arrived and still has it, though I suspect he is erect for my man as much as me. At this point, Dakota had also put on some clothes, pussy albeit not much more than a long tee shirt, with no panties. “Roll over” he demanded and she lay flat on her back to present her breasts to the bittersweet sting of the belt. “Alright,” she said as she took her phone out of her purse and handed it to him, “just punch your number nice ass in there and I’ll call you tonight.” We kissed for a while before she turned me on my back and kissed her way down to my pussy, starting with my lips, then my face, down my neck, across my chest to my boobs, where she lingered briefly before kissing her way down my midsection. As soon as she got off, he turned her around and bent her over the table, making her quiver with anticipation. An ambulance arrived taking the passenger of the second car away on a stretcher. Now was that moment, the moment where I would put those words to the test and find out if her body, her holes really did belong to me or if it was, just 'talking dirty'. He was going to ace this class and start by dumping his whole load, deep down Ms. Davis’s throat. She shuffled closer to Fahima's pussy. Doing my best Sasha impersonation, I said, “My Tina, please strip.” She expected the chains, but she expected chains like Dawn's chains. The sly look my friend gave me made me shudder. Vanessa surreptitiously slipped out of her own shirt and crept up to take his cock in her mouth again. “Well if she ever Big Tits asks to come along it’s OK with me” School event.” I replied that it was and started to lower the leg. "You should rest until you can at least stand, we can give you a ride back later." Okay, we love teasing the men and letting them see what they can’t have, but we also like getting-off in front of them as well. With some superhuman blowjob gifts Not the foundation of a lasting relationship. Under the dome light he looked her over as he lifted her shapely legs into the car and couldn't help caressing one of her beautiful breasts. Sonja did the same, wrapping her arms around me with her breasts smooshed against my back while she and I played footsie under the covers. She only stayed there for a minute as leaning over Kerry's body was awkward. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to his groin. She then ripped open spanking her white blouse exposing her very small nipples but each one of her tiny breasts had A dime sized pink nipple that looked as hard as a diamond.