She was in a command chair, reclined back in comfort.Then she recognized the forward view screen, the banks of soft blinkinglights. The feel of the Ar... Rest under her left hand was warm.Moving her head she saw the scan plate, the little outline of ahandprint. Could this be a Spirit Dream? A foretelling?In her dream she stretched out her arm, laying her hand flat, relaxed asher fingers rested inside the outlines. Oh how she longed to feel thesting of the needle in her palm. She could feel it in. Everything to the sides melted away. Itwas like looking through a camera lens as the iris slowly closes whenyou change the depth of field. The last thing I saw was one of hereyes. Then nothing at all. I slipped into unconsciousness.When I opened my eyes, all the women were gathered around me with looksof concern and wonder on their faces. How could they have moved soquickly? They were scattered about when I closed my eyes.Heather lifted my chin. ?You okay, Barbie???Oh yes, I?m more than. Pain radiated from her cheek and River clutched her hands to her face and wept.“I told you not to speak unless spoken to slave. You disobeyed me and now you must be punished.” An unholy gleam entered his eyes and he grabbed her. River screamed, his hands bruised her flesh and she began to struggle but it was pointless. Without much effort she was tied to the bed, still at the mercy of the Prince, who ran his hands over her body. “Are you a virgin? Is that why you cower from my touch?” he. Suddenly, as if he had sensed that she was beginning to enjoy the fingering, the man yanked his fingers out if her pussy. Her hole felt empty and she knew it had to be gaping wide after being stretched so wide. The next thing she knew, she was thrown against the kitchen table and bent over it, her tits pressing against the cold wood. Suddenly she felt the unmistakable shape of a dickhead pressing against her wet cunt, although it felt much larger than her husband's dick. Two large hands gripped.