My hard nipples tingle from the teasing fabric. So I freeze, and I wait, and I wait, and I wait. After an eternity the tone of the ships engines alters – up on the bridge Ja-alixxe must be making a course change. She will be making for a rendezvous somewhere, taking me to sell me, and as soon as I think the phrase “sell me” my mind fills again with images of the rape and torture lying ahead. I am not used to being in such a passive role – staring at the blank wall tits of a holding cell while waiting for a timetable only known to someone else, and it makes the hours drag out even more. I try to pass the time by forming a new strategy. There must be a plan – I’ll go insane if I have to accept I’m really helpless. But by the time Ja-alixxe returns only one fresh idea has occurred to me. Appeals for mercy to my captor didn’t work, so at her next visit, I try another approach. Her own self-interest must be my salvation. “You won’t be able to dock at the Aghara-Penthay trading station to sell me,” I tell her. “There are no free women permitted, even there. Any female has to be asian with a male escort - her owner.” Ja-Alixxe is spooning a paste of nutrients into my mouth while I say this. I have considered refusing the food – attempting to starve myself, but I dismissed that approach. There will not likely be sufficient time to die of japan hunger before we reach our destination, and I’m sure once we arrive the Slavers will be able to ensure my co-operation. I am better to keep up my strength, and I docilely I swallow the savory paste. “Do you wish to urinate?” she asks me when I’m finished eating. Ja-Alixxe is already pulling my wrap aside to permit me to do this, baring the neatly trimmed dark red nest of my pubic hair. I’m terrified by how quickly and easily my organs can be accessed in this nonexistent covering. “No!” I quickly say, almost like a plea, and from my shrill cry it’s not clear if my answer refers to peeing, or the humiliation of having her expose my sex. Trying to recover my dignity I warn again, “They won’t let you leave Aghara-Penthay.” “We won’t be docking at the station,” Ja-alixxe says, Daddy and thankfully she drops my garment back into place. “We are travelling to rendezvous with one of the Slavers’ vessels. There the regulations can be a little more relaxed.” “Even there, you’re taking a risk,” I tell her, and I deliberately look her body over to convey a sense of appraising her the way she looked at me. “Men would like to enslave you, as well.” There is uncertainty in her face for a moment, but then I see her resolve herself. Ja-alixxe confidently spoons another mouthful of food into me. “I have a plan for that,” she says. “The trade will be successful.” During the next long period when I’m once again alone, still hanging from my wrists and facing the wall of my cell, there is little to do but try to imagine what this plan might be. 4 - Business My dread has reached a level where I can barely keep from crying out when the moment finally arrives, and Ja-alixxe’s ship vibrates with the sounds of us docking. She will come for me any moment, or maybe she’ll send Slavers in here to collect me. She will give me to them. They will put their hands inside my wrap, and they will touch me. They’ll want to put their cocks in me. After the bass boom of docking, the ship falls almost silent as Ja-Alixxe ramps back the engines. I wish I could stop time, but it passes anyway. Slavers are coming for me, I scream in silent panic. And when the door to my cell opens, just as I’d dreaded it is not the familiar beautiful face of the bounty hunter I see. The person before me wears a breathing mask that completely surrounds the head, and a dark brown jumpsuit dad that protects the body from any exposure to the air. In his hand is a weapon, held like a baton, a prod or goad where the wielder can stimulate pain receptors by squeezing the handle. A blast gun is also at this person’s belt, ready to deal with more serious situations. May quickly tired to nod her head yes for no other reason than to not get hit like that again. Dakota was calling the pilot to let him know we were on the way to the jet to head to Atlanta. “What did he say?” She let out her loudest cry yet as he completed his penetration, he couldn’t go any further and he couldn’t believe tits how much of him she’d taken. She backed up, her eyes brightened, she smiled, looked at me, and nodded. This could be difficult. It Daddy doesn't seem your style at all. His ruby hair glittered with drops of pussy dew which still rained from above. By agreement, I went first. "What! Her slit was starting to get wet, craving his meat. ‘Is she talking about me?’ I think to myself. ‘Three’. Most lasted, like, two weeks. Somehow, even her moans were light and silvery. It didn't take many strokes before it he let his load of seed gush shooting across the floor beside the corpse. Following Dad’s example, we bundled up our underwear and threw them up onto the grass. He had never undressed in front of anybody. Moments later, the other guy being sucked, lost his control and blasted cum all over himself. As the other priestesses bow down and japan disappear into the semen Kathleen begins another prayer. In a daze I held my breath and asian watched my abdomen move and slowly realized that was Beth’s dad hand inside of me. I did mini puke a couple times. But... I comply immediately. They were cooler than his dick, which felt so hot in my hand.