They had been there months before, getting tested. Now they were there to meet someone. They stepped to the counter and spoke to the ravishingly beaut...ful woman there.“Hi! Were here to meet Rickey Stacks.” Tara said.The woman blinked. “Rickey Stacks? And who is that?”“He’s ... I mean ... We’re...” Tamara said.“And who are you?” the woman behind the counter asked.“We’re Tara and Tamara Seine,” they said almost in unison.The woman looked distracted for a moment, then smiled a devastating smile,. They had seen it all before and they had their duties. She kept screaming in her head and moaning in her throat, her lips closed tight. The man who held her arms tight against the bars stroked her hair and face and watched the expression fly across her face. Her eyes were bright with pleasure and slight pain and she thrust back against her Master. The bartended came over and with a small hose poured water over her head and down her breasts. The white shirt clung to her tits making her nipples. Suddenly, an alarm goes off throughout the station. As I look for the source of the alarm, my display terminal lights up with the warning. As I look at the display, some sort of energy field washes over me and I passed out. The Great Shift Revisited?As I slowly regained consciousness, things were not right. For one, I was not in my office in the command center of the Station. I was in a small bedroom on a bed. As I shook my head to clear the cobwebs out of it, I felt long hair slap my face.. She spasmed, clamped me repeatedly and cried out like a trapped animal as I rammed her, pressing against her womb and bringing her to a series of orgasms. I gritted my teeth and went deaf to her pleas, battering her fist against her groin.My gristly rod slid beneath my skin and despite her grip, four or five inches of iron hard prick moved in and out of her while she held me. I ground her fist into her, stimulating her minuscule clit and bringing her to another series of shuddering spasms that.