It’s okay. You can resist it – you have the Hunter inside you.Sebastian coughed. He looked awkward. “I-It was the only way to save you,” he st...mmered.“It’s okay master,” Tiff murmured. Then she closed her eyes, clenching her jaw.“ ... master?”The two of them turned, slowly, in their awkward microgravity embrace.Bryce and Villia were both standing on the bridge. Villia was holding a small glistening sphere that looked like it had been pulled from the guts of some alien beast between her gloves.. He pushes me onto the bed and takes his cock out, triggering me to remember how good it was. I moan softly, whimpering with need as I feel the heat rush through my body down to my pussy. "You are mine," he reminds me, "I will do what I want with you. I will make you happy." I nod my head, as if stuck in a trance. He leans in and kisses me again. My body responds to him immediately. I kiss him back and he thrusts his thick cock into me, making me cry out in pleasure mixed with pain. "You're as. Her legs were wrapped around me, her heels on the small of my back, as she kneaded her breasts with one hand and opened her phone with the other. I fucked her harder, leaning down to flick my tongue against hers, our eyes locking as she launched into yet another strong orgasm. She was almost whining, cooing over and over as I slammed into her.She was so wet that there was now a splashing noise every time I buried myself to the hilt, her pussy practically sucking my cock back in. I saw her try. She'd leave with welts on her body, bite marks all over tender areas, her cunt and ass sore from the fucking and stretching. She shivered thinking about the first time she got waxed after one of the weekends and the waxer asking if she needed to call someone to help her. The next time She had the word slave tattooed above her clit and the waxer paled.He paced in his house. The box on the counter was staring at him. He'd measured her neck last week while she slept, and paid extra for a rush job..