Understand, little whore?” I gripped her head as I growled in her ear, my finger still abusing her soaked pussy as she writhed against me. She repl...ed by nodding, almost screaming as I forced another finger in and jammed them in as far as they could go. “I can't hear you.” She whimpered and moaned out her reply, her pussy clenching my fingers. “Yes Sir, I understand.” I let a groan escape me as pleasure raced through me at her submission. “Good little whore. Do you know what good whores get?. I could clearly see her ginger bush through the material and by now I was bringing the big fella back to life again with a five knuckle shuffle. Her gaze alternated between looking me right in the eye and looking down at me wanking my cock. She told me she had never seen a guy do that before, so I carried on. Her eyes widened when I got him up to full mast.I suggested she do the same, so, after a few seconds of hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into her white knickers and dropped them to her. Zak had picked her up shortly after his own liberation from Earth. The poor girl had been living on the streets, begging passers-by to be her master. She learned tasks quickly, and knew the difference between slave and free-being, but had trouble thinking of herself as the latter. Her mind was fragile enough that Zak was afraid to try psychic psychotherapy, but with a gentle mind-brush to let her know he wasn't angry with her, he was able to teach her not to cringe when he had to touch. With Gordon helpless, Allison strode around to stand by his head. The scent of leather from her corset filled his nostrils as she stood with her backside only an inch from his face. She reached with one gloved hand to play with the hairs on the back of his neck. Gordon arched his head back in response much as a cat might respond to a stroke but only to have his action checked by the chain that linked his collar to the floor. With her other hand Allison reached for her mobile phone which she had.