Not for the first time I wondered how he was able to fuck me without inflicting permanent damage to my human body.He growled again. Eagerly he grabbed...my hips with his claws and pushed me towards the bed. I understood and turned around, got on the bed.Legs as far apart as I could spread them I knelt on the bed, waited for him to mount me. In an instant he was there, slamming his cock in my wet cunt. I cried out in surprise. It hurt, never before had he fucked me this forcefully. Fast and hard. I had to think. I had to act quickly. I had no idea which one of the tags was my daughter and which one was the bastard doing god knew what to my little girl.Kissing her ... Groping her ... Doing... “Fuck!” I snarled.What sort of command could I give? I needed my daughter back here, but without knowing which dot was hers, how could I type that command into the device. I needed to do an experiment, a test to figure... No, I didn’t. I just had to give them both a simple command.I began typing:. .to rohit bola anju tumne khaya khana..mummy boli nhi to usne apne hathon se pehli mummy ko khana khilaya..mummy ko uski ye baat bhut achi lgi…Mummy rohit se boli ab main chalti hu mera beta neeche mera wait kr reha hoga..Fir mummy ne rohit ko uski cheeks pr kiss di aur neeche aa gyi…meri hear beat bhut tez chal rehi thi ki ye sab kaise ho gya..meri mummy rohit ko kaise pyar kr skti hain…mujhe sari raat neend nhi aayi..agle din subh mummy bhut khush lg rehi thi papa ki death ke baad pehli bar. For our prison we used a facet I had found years earlier and designated as 'Dust'. A dry, barely breathable atmosphere and an occasional thin wisp of a cloud gave false hope of normalcy, but Dust was a dead world, its oceans dried and gone, and its surface an endless sea of dust and rock. Utterly, utterly lifeless.We built an open dome of force fifty feet across, similar to the honeymoon retreat we had once built on Meadow's moon. Inside that dome we made breathable air. Inside that dome the.