Beth and Jake were gone again. He'd taken his rifle. Beth wore the headgear Béla had asked her father to design for them. Last week, her Praetor had ...nformed her that the devices were finally ready. Béla had sent Beth to fetch them from Deimos.'Do you expect me to teleport all the way there? And back?' Beth had asked, incredulously. 'I'll starve to death!''No, silly, ' Béla had replied. 'Just dream-walk and carry it back – just like we did all those munitions we stole for our games .... I could see again.“Why didn’t he pull the branch out while I was out?”The voice attached to the gentle hand said, “I don’t know. Ask him.”“Yes, ask me,” the tanned man said.“Why did you let me wake up before you subjected me to such pain?”“If you were dead, I wasn’t going to bother,” he said.“Makes sense,” I said. “But if I was dead you’d have to take it out before you buried me.”“Buried?” he asked. “What is that?”So ... I explained.“A hole in the ground? and waste all the meat?” He questioned.. Miss Praved could feel the principal getting close, could feel him tensing, she was ready for his cum, ready to be drenched in it. She stroked him harder and just as she felt him explode he pulled out of her mouth, the first thick rope of cum hitting her right between the tits. She crawled forward after him on her hands and knees, sweaty with her mouth open, she took the rest of his load to the face and a bit in her hair. Her eyes were closed, shut tight by the white milk covering them, and. . I didn’t resist as much the next time. Although remembering how much it hurt those first few time I readily capitulated to the “I’ll ‘let’ you if you let me.” proposition. He rolled me onto my side, pushed my underwear down and curled up semi-naked spoon-fashion behind me and slid his boner between my buttock cheeks. With only spit it still hurt dreadfully as he worked his cock-head through my sphincters and into me. Although at the time I didn’t know what a prostate or sphincters were I.