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She slips a finger into my slick warmth, only one of many women to have done so, then raises it to her lips and tastes me. How dare she? How dare she? “You know…” Riyena says, “I wasn’t even given an implant configured to make me sadistic towards other women. They don’t work on my species, so actually I don’t have an implant at all. But sadism is in the nature of us. We like our toys. For example – been wondering what this is?” Abruptly she leans down, reaching for something out of my sight. When she straightens it’s in a way to let me see that she’s holding that small black case, and the jar of healing paste. With a click she opens the former and displays the contents. I’m only here on Aghara-Penthay for a mission and I’ll be leaving soon, but I shrink back in horror into the mattress anyway. I see needles. Dozens of them, ranging in size from an inch in length to three inch needles, and from barely bigger than the width of a hair to a sixteenth-of-an-inch thick. No. I shake my head, and then my pull with my arms. If this is a joke then there’s been enough teasing by my escort. He can’t hate me enough to actually let her stick one of those things in me. It’s time for Acheron to make his entrance, and for both of us to go home. Riyena ostentatiously selects a needle, one of the heaviest ones in the set, letting me see it and anticipate where it might go. “A part of me wants to make it last forever, this part of your life when you think you’re better than me and you still have hope. But I also can’t wait to see your face the moment I dash it all to ruins. And the Master doesn’t have forever. Unfortunately it’s time. So look at me, Gaianesian.” Uncomprehending I do look up at Riyena, in time to see something strange happen. Her skin begins to ripple and shift, as though she’s become amateur fluid, and she takes indian on a new shape. Terror goes nuclear as I find myself straddled by Acheron Doe’s assistant, the blonde Kikizi who boarded the Gaianesian ship. “You’d make a prize slave,” she says in the exact Hardcore same tone she used measuring for my wrap on the Vengeful Goddess. Before I release the scream her shape is already shifting again, and this time she takes the form of dark-skinned Dealla, my fellow female on the tramp shuttle. “Erotic, isn’t it, feeling so vulnerable?” she mimics. I followed Brock into the village. The true delight was about to begin. Once that cock was in that hot cunt of yours it was all your own work. Looking back up the fifteen-year-old sent a chill through her, He knows, she thought. “Let’s take a Hardcore real break. Then there’s always tomorrow when we’ll both be well rested.” I lapped at her. They were giving me their full attention, and I loved them for that. Had the boy made a portal without his toys? Closer and closer to joining her in amateur rapture. Cara heaved and twisted, screamed and howled, through the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. The man grouping his wife stood behind her and before he could react, the husband had moved in and pushed his eager cock into her drippingly wet cunt. She touched it gently with her fingertip, causing the penis indian to give an involuntary twitch that made some of the girls giggle. At that, she got up to take his cock inside her again. "How did she react?" From this position I could rub and fondle her pert little A cup tits making her moan and cuddle closer. Julie was tugging at her hair as Sarah lifted her head and said "I think that's all gone now." "Hey, guys," she said, sliding the shorts down her legs. "Well, yeah. After each dream my body craved your presence. “That is bro’s sperm in Mom’s bra cup. “Kay?