By the time I was ten I was a perfect little drone like all the others, not really but that was how I acted to fool everyone. I was the same as all t...e other beauties except for scars and a modest limp. At ten, we were given specialized training. Sex, cleaning, food service, and there was reinforcement of pain and silence that was our lives, pain and silence. At eighteen, we were lined up shoulder to shoulder to be picked and sold. We were naked, it only made sense, there was. His rod drove relentlessly into my clutching depths. He began to move up and down my tight passage, going deeper and deeper with each forward thrust. My prostrate sang with pleasure as his huge rod pressed against, then past it further into my soft depths. I began to fuck back at him, aiding him as he shoved more and more of his meat into my clutching, wet hole. The friction was enormously pleasurable and I felt my own dick swelling with lust beneath me as the realizatin that he was truly. Awkward, backward, reclusive, retiring, they were her words. For a while they were concerned she might have been autistic, but the signs and tests had pointed otherwise. The family came in. Myna was attired in a little green print dress that matched her vivid green eyes. As the others all came barging in yelling talking, chattering, and exchanging niceties, Myna hung back, hiding behind her mothers dress. Allyson watched the free for all, and wished she was anywhere but there. This was a. She imagines the young woman's thighs gliding past her ears and her face colliding with that pink stripe. With a stiffened tongue, she stuffs the flimsy material inside her.The taste of blood punctures Aria's reverie. Apparently, she was biting her a little too hard. It's her stop anyway—and Pink Panties' too, it would seem. Aria loses sight of her as the groaning crowd engulfs them.The next train is busier, forcing Aria to stand. It's hotter, too. Much hotter. She can feel a bead of sweat run.