The crew of "Shriek" was of personnel newly trained on the outward voyage; one of the reasons he had been pushing them hard with his new toy. Denny wa... the commander. Gold Roper wanted to see Period used. He had "Shriek" stand out in the direction "Washton" was expected and requested Denny to bring Period on line. "Vance" confirmed no threat detection levels. "Vance" and her two were neatly painted at seven hundred and fifty thousand clicks. "Shriek" shadowed their packet travelling at convoy. Uh... Yes? Talk, I mean. Let's talk... ?"She continues to stare at you, but her expression softens. Her eyes are locked with yours. looking down into them, you feel almost like you could fall in at any moment."Look, John... You... we... I mean, you shouldn't have done that." She finally settles on a definite statement, an edge returning to her voice. Her eyes remain vulnerable though. She hasn't looked away."That was... that was rape. You raped me. I'm your little sister and..."Her breathing is. But now that they had fed her, this seemed less likely - who would feed a b**st before slaughtering it? The same would be true if she was to be a human sacrifice - another thing her tribe did not indulge in. Dismissing these, she pondered other possibilities. Her own tribe did keep captured women as sex-slaves. They could be pulled from their hut and ****d by any man (or many men) at any time. Ankneela was not a virgin, but this possibility was deeply disturbing to her. However, though she had. I had been trying to encourage her to fuck a younger man for some time now to no avail so I turned up the pressure again telling her that it would cheer her up and remind her that she’s still attractive to take a young stud and fuck him rigid while I watch and wank. I could see that she was starting to like the idea by the way she frigged herself energetically while I told her a story about it, dreaming up a hard pounding, heavy fucking, cumsplashing fantasy for her. She came as I told her.