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He’s partly lubricated by my own juices, which makes the ordeal more bearable for me, but unlike my vagina (where I was helped by the arousing nanotech) there is nothing pleasurable about what I experience from being sodomized. I don’t understand how any woman can willingly submit to this with her male partner. Each movement Salarin makes hurts, and I feel distended by him, as if my hole is being stretched around a giant. It’s like I’m being penetrated by something as large as a beast. Instincts war in me about how best to survive the ordeal. On one hand I want to relax, opening myself and reduce my discomfort by accommodating him more easily, but on the other hand I want to tense and protect by fragile body by withdrawing into myself. The rod within me makes my back reflexively arch, but pussy this only presents my buttocks more completely for his enjoyment. And so this is how my Rape Run is to end, with Colonel Melena de Santo being vaginally and then anally raped by this man. Freed from the madness that came with torture I’m aware how I must look to the watching galaxy, so I try to reclaim some of my lost dignity. Thus I try my best not struggle when every movement hurts, and I try to face stoically out into the watching crowd, even as he drags my hips back against him, again and again and again. Reality begins to fade. I’m panting with the effort to control the agonizing cramps within my bowels, but other than that I simply stand there, still and unresisting. This silent surrender on my part turns out to be a mistake – Salarin wants me to fight to the very end. Without giving any sign I’ve displeased him he lifts one hand from my hip and mashes my breast again, making me scream, with a pain so amateur intense that I have to try and pull away. “That’s better!” he growls, spitting the words at me between the merciless animal grunts he emits in time with each thrust. “Move, cunt!” Perhaps it is squashing my boob, or perhaps naming indian me with that profanity that triggers Salarin’s orgasm to arrive suddenly. He bucks hard – a particularly painful thrust, and I cry out as he rams his pelvis against my buttocks as hard as he can. When it happens I learn that a woman can feel it - the moment when a man’s climax pulses inside her, even over the agony from a cock which is like being pierced through my abdomen by a sword. With his victory over me complete, Salarin rests against me, propping his head on my shoulder. His weight is added to the load pulling my shoulders from their sockets. At some point I’ve started crying again. I don’t know when. So that’s it then. I’ve been raped. It happens to millions of women across the galaxy every year, and has happened to billions of nameless and forgotten women since pre-history, but this time is different because it happened to me. I’ll always know myself as a victim – someone who was once raped. He has taken all my rights and my dignity from me. He has shown me that I desi am nothing, worthless, - the weaker sex, a mere object to be defeated and made slave, and there is nothing I could do or can do. I have no way of exacting revenge. If he wants to rape me again, he can start right away if he likes. In his moment of total triumph, raised as high as I’ve been plunged low, Salarin is in no hurry to withdraw from inside me, but my legs are trembling with broken muscles and they’re starting to give way. If I mature slump suddenly I might hurt him, so he decides to pull out of me. His withdrawing penis creates agony so intense I scream again while he slices out of my bowel. I am not a saint or a very nice guy really. Directing it with my still moving arm, it quickly closed the distance to him. “OK,.don’t blame me later” she told mature desi and disconnected. First she pulled the lips out as far as they would go and with amateur clamps and she tightly secured them to the straps around her thighs. Ash watched her brother as the trio stopped giggling. “We’re still housemates. Kate then breathlessly tells Susan, "I have never came like indian that before from penetration. Screams rang through the street. Three times her hung, horny child had fucked her the night before, shooting load after load into her wet, horny pussy. "This is where the pussy ponies live when the stable is full."