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“Your inner bookworm must love that level of dramatic irony.” I laughed. “Not when it’s happening to me.” she huffed. “My options are kind of limited now. I don’t think I played my cards right.” She Antique French took antique a position where her head was touching the floor and her legs were draped over the top of the couch. “If you want some poetry, think about this: me trying to avoid making things complicated made them complicated.” “Tell me about it.” I replied. “If I had just told Molly how I felt at the time, I could have avoided all of this. Maybe I’d be a better person for that too. But antique cars still, I’d have moved on from her by now too. That’d be nice. I almost wish I never felt anything for her in the first place.” Daisy was silent for a while. “Did you do anything with her since you told her?” “Anything in her sleep? Hell no.” There was no way in hell I was going to let Daisy know Molly was now coming on to me. That would have made things… disastrous. “I broke things off with everyone else I was sleeping with too.” She sat up again on the couch. “And I can’t imagine you and Molly being close again was something that happened before the last month or so.” “Yeah, that’s just about correct.” I nodded. “Sounds like things are still volatile to some extent, and she’s still vulnerable.” she observed. “Remember that.” “Yeah, thanks.” I replied annoyedly. “I already know, thank you. You really like to direct the lives of others, don’t you?” With no trace of a smile on her face, she replied with, “Look what happens when I don’t.” “Hey now.” I recoiled, sitting up myself. “Uncalled for.” “It’s at least good that the last year you’ve made amends.” she continued, as if we didn’t just have that moment. “Even with Molly being Molly, if she forgives you… maybe.” “Maybe?” I asked her. “Maybe.” she replied, not needing to elaborate further on what she meant. “But that’s on her.” “Would you let that happen?” I asked her sincerely. “I wouldn’t like it. But, men are scum.” I scrunched up my face in confusion. “You make a good point.” I replied sarcastically. She rolled her eyes again. “Molly is vulnerable by nature. Any guy she lets in is probably going to abuse her or treat her badly in one way or another. Maybe, if she wants you in the future, it’s better she’s with a guy who’s learned to be better than a guy that… hasn’t.” “Or… y’know, maybe she should get with someone who has never and will never abuse her in the first place.” I replied as if it were obvious. Daisy smiled a challenging smile, the first smile I’d seen from her since I arrived. This would be even better. Faith let out a long low groan, her hands clawing into the bedsheets as she felt herself fill up with something other than a vibrator for the first time in a long time. Though he had not undressed, Anju would feel his member creep live in between her buttocks. He slowed his movement even more wanting to last longer wanting her to experience this longer since she wasn't resisting, He even thought to work one hand to one of her breast but rather then maul it like he typically would do he gently squeezed and kneaded her breast and then more gently pulled and squeezed on her nipple. "I love you, Honey!" That was the last straw. “But... what did I do wrong, Christina?” she asked. One day, Blue and I were out in the woods, just walking and enjoying nature, when I got the urge to masturbate. “Does Antique French it make you feel sexy?” I asked. Molly asked after her brother just looked at her in silence antique cars for a few awkward seconds. I licked it all antique over in ecstasy as the whole thing filled my entire mouth, forcing me to open as wide as I possibly could. “Yes, you are a passionate one, aren't you? “Try and run and I’ll blow out you knee caps.

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With great effort I manage to keep myself under control, but only just, and I can’t meet his gaze in the moment when he lifts my top, hitching it high under my arms so my breasts spill free. With the fabric of my clothing thus stretched between my armpits Salarin’s hands leave me again. If my own hands were free it would be simplicity to pull the top back down, but for now its tightness keeps it in place, a useless elasticated strip antique across my collarbone. Goddammit, I feel so powerless - my top is right there, so close to me, only the length of my arm away from my hands, but I can’t reach to move it myself, and until I can the fullness of my own breasts will keep me exposed. At this moment I do not want to remember the video clips played during my interview, but recollections come anyway, reminding me how much antique cars those cruel viewers all wanted to see me in this situation. Well, the universe will be glued to their screens enjoying my next few hours. The atmosphere around me feels thick with my own fear. Salarin seems poised like a snake about to strike. I don’t know what he’s about to do. I step nervously in my frame, but feel my bare breasts shake and quickly realize that the universe can see my flesh respond to even the least movement. I force myself to keep still and stand proudly defiant. But I lack strength to meet his intense stare and keep my gaze down. The pert, full masses of my pale breasts fill my view. Despite the desert heat my nipples have betrayed me and grown erect, protruding out like bullets which will draw even more attention to my chest. Helplessly I look back up to meet my Hunter’s eyes. I’m expecting Salarin to immediately grope my breasts, as every other male in the universe seems to want to do, but this man who has total power over me doesn’t raise a hand. He nods appreciatively once, and then turns his back to me and walks away. Bemused, I watch him go. This appears to be as far as he’s taking things for now. I see their game. Let everyone take their time to watch me, standing here in this frame with my boobs hanging out, and let them anticipate the show. Abandoned by my chief tormentor I too can do nothing but watch the goings-on at the camp. The men of Salarin’s retinue resume the business of supporting him - moving equipment and supplies from building to building, charging vehicles and weapons. Most males I see are of his faction, identifiable by a motif embroidered on the upper arm of their uniforms. A few men are from other clans. At one point I see a woman, who crosses from building to building carrying a jug. She is dressed in a slave wrap and marked. I do not recognize her. These Slaver men must find the sight of my flesh on display a pleasing one, for whilst moving around completing their tasks they often stop to stare openly at me. When Salarin bared me I’d thought it was impossible to make me feel more ashamed and self-conscious, but these guys make my skin crawl. Sometimes one will reach down to his genitals and play with himself. The sight of me, a half-naked frightened woman, arouses them. I stand there with my arms raised and my Antique French legs spread, helpless. My backside feels exposed, but it’s having my breasts bared that really humiliates me. I know that each time I move it does nothing but shake my boobs for them, but occasionally the need to relieve my building tension by movement becomes too much and I strain my arms, shaking in the frame and trying to pull my elbows in to hide myself. Then, with logic winning once more over fear I force myself to stay still and I stand, my pink nipples pointing out invitingly into the camp. Showing off my chest is not the only issue I have with struggling in my ropes – the least change in position of my shorts against my clitoris rubs the contoured section against me and makes the tingling between my legs worse. Each movement of my pelvis makes me hornier and hornier. My despair deepens as arousal climbs. The last time I climaxed was live on stage so I’d meant to masturbate yesterday night and keep down the involuntary responses of my body, but in my exhaustion last night I just dozed off. Next time I orgasm, it will probably be another one taken from me by force. Since being chained on Ja-Alixxe’s ship I’ve known my probable fate – a nine-in-ten chance of rape – but I’ve never really faced that it’s really about to happen until now, standing in this frame with my breasts on show and my backside hanging out of my shorts. My refusal to consider failure had all been a defense mechanism, for if I’d accepted the inevitability of it back then I’d have gone insane and been unable to function. But here where it’s minutes away, the certainty crashes down on me. Please someone stop this, I think, anguished. Can’t someone rescue me at the last moment? That’s what happens in stories and movies. I’ve always scorned those stereotyping hero films, but today I could totally believe the girl always gets with the guy at the end of the story, because frankly, right now, I’d screw the ugliest guy in the world in gratitude for being my savior. She came again, hard, and blacked out. She stimulated me as she squirmed on my lap, teasing me with her velvety delight. Chloe smirked, letting her mind wander back toward Brian. Then for no reason Arthur stopped. Her mouth hung slack, antique her once sleek brown hair matted to her face with saliva and piss, the only sounds echoing through the dome-like chamber were gurgled grunts from Kelly and the sound of the monster’s pelvis colliding with her rippling ass cheeks. Lisa winked at Bill, being careful to hide the wink from Jan, and then added, "I thought it was kind of cute, myself." She walked ahead of me as we left the patio and I envisioned her bare ass under her skirt as she walked. When lunch was done, he moved out for the first of the helpful chores, the sawing up and machine splitting of the wood into pieces for her wood stove, the only source of heat in the cabin. The ‘drinks’ session went well and everyone got on quite well. He'd also touch her up with cosmetics specially formulated for application to bodies infused with embalming dye. I tell him to sit right by Jasper’s feet. I asked John and Diane if they had any antique cars preferences for dinner. Suddenly overcome with emotion, she caught her breath; her eyes closed and she pinched at her hard nipples, letting her head roll back. My own bed became a mere token; an unused relic from earlier, boring and Antique French worrying days of trying to fit in amongst my peers and friends who didn’t appreciate me. It needed to remain though, of course, in case we had visits - which we ever so rarely had – and most of these were gentlemen callers, first and foremost Lee and Regs, who shared in our greatest of secrets. I feasted on her. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed. I can’t wait to get to know her and Chantel better. We need drovers and wranglers along with cook’s helpers. Dominion’s troops fanned out farther and farther, breaking into houses and shipping the inhabitants back to the concentration camp.

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