I answered yeswhenever he asked me if I was enjoying myself. I wasn't. At one stage ashe pushed in I felt some sharp pains almost like tears. Finally ...e was inand I could feel his body pressing against my buttocks. He wasn't gentle.His sole aim was his pleasure. He pistoned in and out of me, sometimeshe'd take his cock so far back that I thought he'd finished but then he'dram it back in to me.One of the girls commented that I must be enjoying it because I still hada huge erection. All the while. Slowly she slipped from her hard plasteel seat. She briefly checked over the stats for the other mercs. They were dead asleep, totally incapacitated, doped to the tits. They wouldn’t wake up until the ship neared its destination, Crematoria. Only when the ship’s navigation system detected the right starsign and coordinates would the medic program slowly decrease the ‘dope’ coursing through the intravenous tubes and into each merc’s arm. They’d wake up slowly, groggy and disoriented for the. .. I've poisoned, sterilized or killed hundreds, maybe thousands of your kind over the past year. Why would you help me Jessie? Why fight your own race?"My dark-haired beauty just threw back her head and laughed. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! As if humans don't kill their own kind? My reason is the same:"Politics. Not all Nympha agree on how to approach Earth. Some of us want to lie low, work out a balance between our needs and maintaining the human population."They tend to. My breath was shallow. My face was flush. I walked stiffly. I headed home. I tried to base an analysis on the burst of messages and then enduring silence. Perhaps Steph had gone early and the whole conversation was her. Perhaps she had gone late and I was sexting Liz. Which would leave the whole conversation on Stephanie’s phone to discover later and I was in so much trouble. Or maybe Liz is smart enough to consider this possibility and deleted our exchange. Or part of it. My weirdest idea was.