My blood turning to ice; it was a motorcycle gang. Black leather clad individuals sitting upright, holding on to sit up and beg handlebars.Oh god no..... please no. Visions of being raped and left there were my immediate thoughts... gone were my fantasies of being put on the block.They saw me and peeled off the highway, the deafening sound of their Harley's as they circled around me... then silence as they stopped their machines.The big bearded tattooed brute, who was their leader, came toward. "Good! The Major is as good as his word." Walking to the communicator Bill started, "ReportMajor!" As I suspected sire, there were high energy particle weapons at the other sites also. We wereable to take all of them with only a few killed. I"d say we have thirty prisoners out of the fortythat were manning the cannons. They will all be available when you land sire." An even youngerfemale snapped a salute to the Major then reported that the leader of the cannon that had firedhad escaped.The. “Your cock is getting hard again,” she points out. “Letʼs do something about that.”She stands up, showing off her perfectly round ass and thick pussy lips. Walking over to a nearby shelf, she reaches behind it and retrieves a bottle of lube. After strutting over to the middle of the classroom wearing nothing but her skirt and boots, she beckons you over and gets on her knees. You, absolutely bewildered: “Holy shit! She’s gonna blow me?”You walk over to her, your once-again erect penis bouncing. I felt the alcohol soak in as my body moved against my will. My favorite song came on and I was really getting into the music. Suddenly I felt a body press against my backside along with two hands on either sides of my waist. We swayed to the music as their hands moved about my body. Their hands rubbed against the outside of my frontal. "Mmm," I moaned out, unaware of how loud I was actually being with the music overhead. I tilted my head backwards to get a view of my stranger. I was surprised.