.. I guess it's not scary because I have to resist the urge to speak, but I still can speak... but with the gag it was... terrifying." She continued t... lightly caress my chest with fingers, and started to do the same against my arm with her other hand. She went quiet, gathering her thoughts. "With the gag, I was completely helpless. I know I was on top, which meant I could stop if I wanted. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted... well, I wanted to cum. But I couldn't! I couldn't even beg! I felt. Fuck.You see it in her eyes. Gratitude, desire, longing. She bites her lower lip, but turns away and returns to her duties.Shit, I’ve done it again. I know I look decent but it’s not that, they’re drawn to me. All of them, but some more so than others. I do not wish to “always” corrupt their innocence.You sigh.“Fine Rakil,” the disgruntled dirty old man said, “but the stranger better keep his mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.”You ignore Gandril’s threat, and nod to the Tavern keeper. I would have to breed many women. Looking at the satiated form of the older woman next to me, I could see some benefits to this arrangement. But like I said, its not me sitting around on a throne with women in silky outfits sighing by my feet. For one thing, the women who survive have very busy lives trying to repair the infrastructure that fell apart during The Plague. Usually they show up in their work clothes, speedily remove them, and then we quickly have sex, after which they leave. And I. I hoped that I could make a good impression and get more of this type of high paying job."This was a very useful bit of information, even if it was suspicious as hell. Why would this CIA want to destroy only inhabited planets. The whole story sounded completely crazy, even though Scrag had to have believed it. Ickthur excused himself long enough to relay the information to the rest of the committee. He returned to Scrag and their conversation."Do you have any idea how many other people have.