“Please don’t,” I begged. I don’t know why I said that. I wanted it. I didn’t want it. My brain was a mess of confusion. Pleasure and anger were at war with one another inside me. I’d come into this room convinced that I was going to be raped, beaten and brutalized. But instead, they were setting my body on fire with pleasure. Hadn’t expected that. I’d never expected to be punished in such a manner. I’d been prepared for cruelty. For pain and anger. I thought they’d hurt me, beat me to within an inch of my life and force me to take their seed. I wasn’t prepared for pleasure like this. It was unnerving. And amazing. I didn’t know what to do. Even now, sitting down before Talor, I could think of a million ways to wrap my legs around his neck, cutting off his air supply and escaping from the four of them. But I did nothing. I couldn’t convince my limbs to move, to fight back as Talor’s tongue snaked around my clit. Touching me, teasing me. I quivered under his strokes. A few moments later, Dex appeared with some sort of robot on wheels. It was a small, cylindrical rolling computer of some kind, comprised of black, red and grey colors. It followed him into the center of the room and his dark gaze met mine. The promise in his eyes shook me to the very core. My pussy clenched with excitement. I shuddered. He lifted an arm and crooked a finger towards me, beckoning me to come to him. Almost as if that simple movement had its own gravitational pull, I was drawn to him.




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