It was unlikely I would have been able to starve or dehydrate myself to death before we reach Aghara-Penthay, but I intended to try. “Very well,” said the guard, and he reached up to press something Brutal concealed above my cage. It was as though the ship has flown into Slave the sun. It felt like every part of me in contact with the cage walls, floor or ceiling became as hot as lava, and I was shrieking uncontrollably. Remembering it, I believe the guard probably only permitted this torture to persist for a few seconds, but for me as the unlucky victim it felt like I endured it for an eternity. Then as suddenly as it began the agony ended, as abruptly as turning off a light switch. My eyes had filled with tears while I’d been screaming. They’d made me cry already. With my sanity restored I shuffled position to check the damage, expecting to see my skin burnt and stuck to the metal. My knees, so close to my chin I have been easily able to touch them with my cheek all this time, were the only place in contact with the cell that I could check in the cramped space, and moments after such agony I couldn’t believe they were completely unharmed. Was this what a touch from a slave baton felt like? And that domination was just from the places on my body in contact with the cage - my knees, part of my feet, and my side. I couldn’t imagine how bad it might feel to have the pain applied to somewhere more sensitive. Somewhere intimate. “Feed!” the guard repeated. I hated giving in, but cowardice overwhelmed me. I was gripped by an unnatural fear that the walls might become white hot again. When that guard threatened me, I was willing to do anything not to endure that punishment a second time. Docilely, I extended my head forward and closed my lips over the end of the feeder. The BDSM false cock even had the texture and temperature of human flesh, although with my single experience of the male form I did not know if all erect organs have this same rigidity. Trying to take as little of the object into my mouth as possible I sucked, and my mouth filled with a bland, salty-tasting liquid. I swallowed this back. “Keep yourself fed and hydrated,” he commanded me. “We’ll be watching you.” This was demonstrated by a gesture by him towards the camera. Humbly I tasted the liquid again to prove my compliance, and to my intense relief, saw the guard was satisfied and moved away. “Feed!” I heard him command to someone else. “I’d prefer to suck on the real thing,” I heard the voice of Ja-Alixxe reply in a voice that was throaty and seductive. “Be nice to me, and I’ll be nice to you. No-one needs to know.” There was a rustle of movement – I do not know if it was from her or him, and then I flinched hard enough to bang my head on the roof as I heard an animal scream of japanese pain. The sound, very close by, was loud in the confined corridor with its cages and the voice that emitted that cry of agony was plainly female. Had I sounded that bad? It was horrific to witness. “Feed!” the guard said to Ja-Alixxe again. This time she too must have obeyed him, because I heard him repeat the instruction he had given me. “Keep yourself fed and hydrated. We’ll be watching you.” There was the stepping of booted feet as he moved away, and then silence. I took over, a rare occurrence for me. “Dude, it’s domination okay.” I said, clapping a hand on his back. I went to work sketching her. Ten minutes later they were all in bed and out cold pretty much as soon as their head hit the pillow. She cried Brutal out. Unzipping her hoodie, she shot a loaded glance at Guy as the tops of her breasts were exposed. Tim later realized it was a pitch of sorts. Haley thought about this japanese for a moment. I had put my shirt on but a few towels on the seat was all we needed and we were ready to go. “Have I worn you out?” Ronja said teasingly. “Holy shit,” I whispered, “she killed the leaders of three syndicates in a day ?” He could feel excitement and arousal now and had forgotten all about his friends waiting for him in the hospital wing. I was thinking about right or not if I should text her or if I should just beat my meat. Her long shapely legs were splayed wide apart so that her cum-soaked pussy was in full view. Harry felt his cock get harder and straighten up and pussy up against Ginny’s pussy lips. Oliver, too, returned his attention to Elsie. I can't really get off unless it's with a man who knows what he wants," she sighed. She did not flinch like she had done so many times Slave before, and I was glad. � � � Hey Mike, haven't seen or heard from you in a long time. The shriek that erupted out of her, calmed my nerves. She is incredible, perfect tits, a sweet tight pussy, she comes harder than most of the women I've had and the way she begs for it was so very hot, I can't wait to have her again. You don’t even need to suck it to life. Teen turned to the crew and said sternly, “You have tasks to complete. “ Did you, Diamond? I could feel her BDSM thoughts working in her mind through our connection.