I want to hear your best begging… dont forget what Ive told you so far… make it good. I have complete control over your pleasure and pain, and I d...serve to be treated like it. So beg… now. Rachels mind raced as she tried to come up with something her rapist would like. Please… please take the clip off my clit… Ill do anything you want, Ill suck your cock again, Ill… fuck you any way you want, youre in charge… youre my… my… master… please take the clip off sir, even though Im a stuck up bitch. " Space traffic control, this is Golden Hind. We do not originate from any port on your planet. I say again, we are of Earth origin. Repeat: Earth origin." Ah, roger that Hind, advise you take up parking orbit at L5 until we figure out what to do with you. Do you need to land on planet?"Well, the planet's single moon meant that L5 wouldn't be too hard to locate, once we had orbital data on the moon. Mary should have that for us shortly."Negative on the landing, Space Traffic Control, we have. She looked hard but its facial features were totally indistinct. Her mind raced and she wondered momentarily if it was some late night visitor or some traveler caught in the rain. But that was an absurd idea, why would anyone be standing in the rain on such a night? She stared hard through the gloom for several minutes. She wanted desperately to believe, she wanted to be certain that here at last in plain sight, was the entity that had haunted her house. She continued to watch it with a. Jeff was surprised by who stepped out of the room. Each person was covered from head to toe. Beyond their clothing, they wore hoods, gloves, protective goggles, and a lightweight mask. If these were original Earthers then Magnif's history files were badly out of date. What the visitors wore was quite the contrast from Jeff's shirt, shorts, and sandals and Kayleigh's tank top, shorts, and sandals. That was all the crew ever wore when on duty and pretty much all they wore when off-duty. There was.