She had never been taken so clinically or savagely and yet she didn’t tell him to stop or even try to get away. Worse, she was sort of enjoying bein... so compliant in a perverse sort of way.And he barked another instruction at her, just as he had when she first entered his office so few moments before.‘Tell the camera your name.’‘What do you mean’ she stuttered.‘Fukin’ hell are you thick or something? Look into the camera and tell it your sodding name bitch!’And in a very quiet voice she. "I stood on tiptoes trying to help him put it in. We urgently struggled to get it in, him jabbing strongly, me canting my hips to open to him. I pressed the head of it hard into the entry with trembling fingers, but the angle prevented us from coupling. My juices were creamy over his cock and my fingers urging him inside."Ohhh!" I cried out, "I want it!"The head of his cock suddenly popped in, but again the angle kept him from what we wanted so badly. We were trembling with frustration in this. Contrary to the rising alarm of the moment, a thread of melancholy inserted itself amongst his dread. Life before the accident had been a steady, dull beat, a monotonous stepping from day to day that killed his soul in tiny increments. By contrast, these past months had been a herky-jerky adventure ride at one those theme parks from his youth that threw a body in every conceivable direction. Despite the alien-ness, he was not desperate and despondent. Each morning at Zeb’s stead had begun with. “After hearing from all of you, I feel out of place reporting what we did this morning,” he began. “There was an attempt by the rebel forces to enter the city on both sides by crossing the moat near the river and coming around the end of the last bastions. Our people in those bastions were hard pressed until we showed up with your Cousins, who proceeded to eliminate the threat.“The defenses in the river prevented the few small ships that they had from approaching the city and helping the rebels.