Wait were they even hers? The chair was hard and cold. And that huge metal coned maggot rotating into her slack cunt; burrowing, searching, and buzzin...!" She had no time to make sense the continuous orgasm coursing through her body. If Monica could have awoken the sight would have made her suspect she was still in a nightmare.The alien hold ran for hundreds of feet; the space a huge cathedral like tunnel. The cylindrical walls had row after row of man size capsules fixed along it. The lack of. She was there in the temple sitting alone and thinking of something. I went back of her and closed her eyes and asked who it was. She immediately said Rahul. I asked her how she can say. She said that she was thinking of me. I was very happy hearing those words. I gave the gifts which I bought for her with my first month salary. I can see her happiness in her eyes. She has not opened the packs at the temple. She asked me to take to home. After reaching my house she opened the packet. She liked. They took him to the first room. He almost pissed himself with fright.Claire was there. "This is the dungeon, where we will break you and remake you." She said. She was wearing leather chaps and nothing else.She snapped, "On your knees, slave." When he hesitated, the cane traced a line of fire on his back.I dropped and said, "Yes Mistress." One of the trainers pulled a strange kind of chair over to him as the other clipped his knees to the floor. Claire got on it. There were two padded troughs. I know what she was thinking. My cock is a good size, just a little bit under 8 inches and about as thick as a Red Bull can. She was scared of it, but excited too. "Well, what now?" She leaned in closer for a good look. She was breathing heavy and her breath on my cock felt amazing. She examined it up close. She reached out and looked up at me."Can I touch it?" Of course you can, but be careful, it's loaded." She didn't laugh, for her this was serious business. At first she just touched it with.