Your ass is paddled. Somebody ran some sort of device across your back that tore into the skin and left deep, bloody scratch marks. Your legs were swe...t out from under you causing you to choke as your lower body crashed to the floor. After the fifth time it happens you are removed from the stockade and left on the floor, which makes it easier for more men to violate you simultaneously.Men begin teaming up on you in a variety of ways: two cocks in your mouth; two cocks in your cunt; two cocks in. Naturally I depend on my imagination, with refreshers of real sex as often as possible. Got to keep feeding fuel to the imagination! So I guess I have to remain single and available to many men instead of just one. I imagine a dick inside me all the time, except when there actually is one inside me. I go to sleep dreaming I'm being screwed, wake up horny, like to do exercises that stretch my pussy, like skinny bicycle seats that feel like a man is using me for anal sex. I like to keep. I expressed my concern over this to her one afternoon. ‘Mom . . .’ she said hesitantly. ‘Mom?’ ‘Yes, sweetheart. What is it?’ I encouraged. She paused and bit her lip, trying to get the words out. I sat silently, waiting. ‘Mom . . .’ Then it came out in a rush. ‘I don’t know if I want a tutor!’ ‘What?’ I said, stunned. ‘Mom, it’s just that . . .Well, I don’t think I want a tutor. I don’t think I even want to be a goddess. ‘I don’t like being different from my friends. They all think I don’t. Plenty of leeway.Mom hit the ignition precisely on time. The satellites went dark. 4.5 seconds from being home free, our ship shuddered, and Oxy’s console flashed. Oxy flew out of her seat and landed hard on the deck. Blood started to pool around her head. I was getting out of my seat to go to Oxy when a second glancing blow hit us. I was slammed back into my chair.Mom screamed at me, “Leave her and do your fucking job. Toast that fucker.” I recovered from my shock and sent a salvo of three.