Tempest struggled against her bindings again, trying to get loose. She knew that it was an exercise in futility. She had tried many times since waki...g up in this room, hours earlier. But she had to try.They must have been drugged, thought Tempest. How else could they have all been kidnapped like that? But they all felt fine before they went to bed. Maybe they had been drugged while they were sleeping. But how had the kidnappers smuggled them off the ship? And why? What did they want. She reached down under her and positioned my cock at her entrance, and she slowly (she salvaged the moment), while staring into my face, sat down on my cock. I swear that my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I also unnecessarily groaned very loudly, but I couldnt help it. It just felt so good! I was inside her remarkably quickly, and I remembered that she was so wet! It felt like that I disappeared inside of her, I felt as if her womanhood had consumed me. My rod was surrounded by her. “Sleugh,” he slurred in his rumbling voice, trying to repeat the name. He didn’t seem to understand what Schaffer was attempting to convey.“No, no,” Schaffer chided as he patted his chest again. “Schaffer,” he reiterated, careful to enunciate the name clearly. He pointed to Snowball, waiting for a reply. Snowball’s eyes widened, and he seemed to grasp the concept.“Shoofa,” the alien said as he pointed at him. It was a fine attempt. Then he patted himself on the breast. “Zagza.”He had said it. A sharp pain in my left ankle nearly makes me stumble, but I grope for my staff and use it to get to my feet stubbornly. Unlike days past, the staff I keep now is a plain wooden thing, meant to look like a piece of flotsam I found in the woods. Obviously it’s not, but the design is understated, and easily hidden when it comes to it. My slender, cream-colored hand grips at the grayed wood, my fingertips somewhat pink with the chill, and I walk myself down to the stream nearby. I’m so far out in.