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Laurab
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Tanya struggled with her thoughts and issues, "why had he chosen this way? Why fuck her 1st ?Did he see her as somehow better or just more desired Tanya did not know and she determined to change his mind about whatever it was when he got around to her again. She would most certainly fuck back and it would be a fucking he'd not soon forget. As she contemplated it this she almost forgot about Myla there right now for the using and he had siad to use her.so she began to kiss her kiss her hard.
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"You think this one will do?"
The tall Tarnsman, Jon Tanith looked down at the sleeping girl on the slave dealers mat.
He kneeled beside her and brushed the fiery red locks from her face and smiled approvingly. His rough hands slid over her skin and cupped her breasts as though weighing them. His thumbs rubbed her nipples and they stiffened in response. Suddenly her eyes were open and she was staring at him in disbelieve...
"If this is a dream it's gone on long enough!"
Sala the fat slaver cuffed her across the mouth and spat.
"Know your place slave! Cast your eyes down and kneel before the great warrior!"
The girls temper flared and she seemed about to stike the obese merchant.
Tanith's hand grasped her shoulder tight, staying her intent.
"Stop, little one. You still belong to that man and he can kill you..or worse."
"Kill me!?"
Monique's eyes grew large and she began to tremble.
"And I just might." Sala hissed.
"I'll have you beaten for the Master's pleasure at any rate."
"Hold slaver."
Jon tossed him a jingling pouch.
"The girl is mine now. The deal is done."
Then he helped her to her feet. For the first time she took in the dry hostile alien landscape and whispered.
"This isn't a dream is it?
Where am I?"
Jon Tanith took a moment to look at her with something like pity in his eyes.
"You are on the world of Gor, little one. Urth is gone forever. This is not a dream it is your life now."
He paused,
"You're in my keeping until I bring you safely to Ar and the Ubar Marlenus... to become one of his slaves."
"Slave."
That word again. She was stunned.
"Come girl we have a long flight ahead of us."
He strode away and she grabbed the scrap of cloth Sala had left her for clothing and hurried after.
"You mean,"
she said, finally catching up,
"There's an airport around here!"
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Myla
Myla's body was near collapsing as he took her viciously. Her attempts to thrust back, seemed useless compared to his strong thrusts. She jolted with each stroke into the dark anal star, her body bouncing lewdly upon his.
The soft sound of her ass smacking upon his belly danced obscenely within the room. Her eyes opened slowly as she watched the other girl for a moment. Seeing the flash within her eyes, Myla's thoughts grow confused, she tries to shake them as a small sharp tinge of pain surprises her. She felt as though he had just ripped the small opening.
Her hands fisted as she struggled with the burning sensation flowering upon her ass. Just as she was going to cry out the girl begins to kiss her. A crushing kiss upon her already swollen lips. Growling deeply, Myla's mouth opens, allowing the kiss for a moment, before biting down upon the girl's lower lip. Her teeth digging deeply into the flesh, cutting into the skin.
Myla's body was near collapsing as he took her viciously. Her attempts to thrust back, seemed useless compared to his strong thrusts. She jolted with each stroke into the dark anal star, her body bouncing lewdly upon his.
The soft sound of her ass smacking upon his belly danced obscenely within the room. Her eyes opened slowly as she watched the other girl for a moment. Seeing the flash within her eyes, Myla's thoughts grow confused, she tries to shake them as a small sharp tinge of pain surprises her. She felt as though he had just ripped the small opening.
Her hands fisted as she struggled with the burning sensation flowering upon her ass. Just as she was going to cry out the girl begins to kiss her. A crushing kiss upon her already swollen lips. Growling deeply, Myla's mouth opens, allowing the kiss for a moment, before biting down upon the girl's lower lip. Her teeth digging deeply into the flesh, cutting into the skin.
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Rafe:
My cock leaves Myla's ass with a sudden pull backward.
My hips move to allow me to push the head past Tanya's sphincter into her ass as I watch the ring of muscles stretch then I've filled her ass and my belly is smacking aginst two wet pussies and splashing juices from both of you over our bodies.
"Yess, slaves kiss, as my cock fills each of you move and fuck your Master."
My cock leaves Myla's ass with a sudden pull backward.
My hips move to allow me to push the head past Tanya's sphincter into her ass as I watch the ring of muscles stretch then I've filled her ass and my belly is smacking aginst two wet pussies and splashing juices from both of you over our bodies.
"Yess, slaves kiss, as my cock fills each of you move and fuck your Master."
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Tanya feels her master behind her and she thrusts her ass toward his cock telling herself all the while to relax so she'll be able to accept him more easily
Suddenly all thought leaves her mind but the pain brought by Myla's bite. Bleeding, This bitch not only bit me. She drew blood, but,I am a trained painslut so it just intensifies the whole scene for me.
I thrust my ass all the harder trying to match the pain I feel in my lips with the pain I'll soon feel in my hips.
Suddenly all thought leaves her mind but the pain brought by Myla's bite. Bleeding, This bitch not only bit me. She drew blood, but,I am a trained painslut so it just intensifies the whole scene for me.
I thrust my ass all the harder trying to match the pain I feel in my lips with the pain I'll soon feel in my hips.
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Rafe:
"Take me slave. Fuck me as you squeeze your ass as tightly as you can."
My hands move between you both and find each clit to pinch and roll as my cock fills and stretches Tanya' ass.
"Take me slave. Fuck me as you squeeze your ass as tightly as you can."
My hands move between you both and find each clit to pinch and roll as my cock fills and stretches Tanya' ass.
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Rafe:
"Move slaves give yourselves pleasure and pain as I enjoy both of your asses."
Both clits are pinched harder, rolled and then stretched...
"Move slaves give yourselves pleasure and pain as I enjoy both of your asses."
Both clits are pinched harder, rolled and then stretched...
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More Master More!!! Had Tanya actually said those words or just thought them. If she had said them there would certainly be swift retribution.
Master would not allow topping from the bottom for any reason. But she was so wholeheartedly involved in this.
It took much of her concentration to hold back her release, as she had been taught.
How did Myla do it she wondered as she breathed in the smell of total erotic excitement.
Master would not allow topping from the bottom for any reason. But she was so wholeheartedly involved in this.
It took much of her concentration to hold back her release, as she had been taught.
How did Myla do it she wondered as she breathed in the smell of total erotic excitement.
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Rafe:
"More, so be it slave," and your clit is pinched harder still and stretched even more as my cock plunders your ass.
"More, so be it slave," and your clit is pinched harder still and stretched even more as my cock plunders your ass.
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Monique in Shock
Monique didn't remember much. She had been in bed. Her boyfriend Pierre had pleasured her earlier that evening and she had been recouperating between the silky sheets.
She awoke with a start. Someone was stroking her body and now teasing her ever so sensitive nipples. As she looked up she felt blinded from the harsh daylight. Monique couldn't see the person touching her
"Mon amour Pierre" she half whispered in French as she imagined herself in her own bed. But it was way to warm and bright. These people about her were speaking in a foreign tongue. She understood nothing.
"What the hell!" she growled out in English.
A solid hand connected with her face and silenced her momentarily. No one had ever slapped her like that. The fat pig had hit her!. She cursed back "gros maudit cochons!".
Then she felt the strong hand of a man on her. She couldn't rise. He was speaking softly though in a strange foreign tongue.
From the body language Monique could sense a danger. The fat man looked at her as if she were shit to be squashed at his leisure. He was angry. Angry at her and wanting to hurt her again.
Monique saw the two men exchange money. She didn't understand what they were doing. The coins looked foreign to her. The men were so different from each other.
The large warrioer type man spoke English to her. The words "slave" sent an awful chill through her. Most of the rest of his words were lost on her.
"I'm Monique Lemay - no slave" explained Monique to the big man. Yet he didn't seem to listen or care.
Realizing her nudity she was quick to grab the triangular cloth in an effort at modesty. She blushed realizing the strangeness the moment.
"Monsieur - please take me to my home...." she pleaded with her deep green eyes.
Monique didn't remember much. She had been in bed. Her boyfriend Pierre had pleasured her earlier that evening and she had been recouperating between the silky sheets.
She awoke with a start. Someone was stroking her body and now teasing her ever so sensitive nipples. As she looked up she felt blinded from the harsh daylight. Monique couldn't see the person touching her
"Mon amour Pierre" she half whispered in French as she imagined herself in her own bed. But it was way to warm and bright. These people about her were speaking in a foreign tongue. She understood nothing.
"What the hell!" she growled out in English.
A solid hand connected with her face and silenced her momentarily. No one had ever slapped her like that. The fat pig had hit her!. She cursed back "gros maudit cochons!".
Then she felt the strong hand of a man on her. She couldn't rise. He was speaking softly though in a strange foreign tongue.
From the body language Monique could sense a danger. The fat man looked at her as if she were shit to be squashed at his leisure. He was angry. Angry at her and wanting to hurt her again.
Monique saw the two men exchange money. She didn't understand what they were doing. The coins looked foreign to her. The men were so different from each other.
The large warrioer type man spoke English to her. The words "slave" sent an awful chill through her. Most of the rest of his words were lost on her.
"I'm Monique Lemay - no slave" explained Monique to the big man. Yet he didn't seem to listen or care.
Realizing her nudity she was quick to grab the triangular cloth in an effort at modesty. She blushed realizing the strangeness the moment.
"Monsieur - please take me to my home...." she pleaded with her deep green eyes.
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The Tarn cometh...
Jon broke stride and looked at the girl sympatheticaly.
"This is your home girl...Monique."
The name was at once familiar and also strange to him. He remembered a girl named Monique back on Urth a long time ago.
Monique LeMay's eyes were wild with excitement and fear. She was trembling. The scrap of cloth did very little to hide her nudity. She had a slim, lithe body but rounded perfectly in all the right places. She was just what the Ubar wanted...Marlenus. He shuddered at the thought of this girl in the hands of that fat monster. But he wasn't being paid to think.
"Come on let's go. I can give you a blanket when we get to my Tarn."
"Tarn, what's that?...A Tarn, is it a car?"
At the mention of the word Tanith's mind suddenly rushed back to the screaming track at Monza, to the tight fast turn on the uphill run and the sudden appearence of the red Ferrari right in front of him. Much to late to do anything...and then the world exploded!
He woke up, under the twin moons of Gor...all so very, very, long ago.
"Mister are you okay?"
He'd stopped up short at the memory. The girl was tugging at his leather jerkin.
He brushed her hand away roughly and grabbed here arm.
"No, it's not a car. There are no cars, trucks, planes, steamships or airplanes on this planet."
He held a small pipe to his lips and blew. The pitch was so high she could barely hear it.
His rugged face finally broke into a smile, as a huge shadow passed over them.
"But there are Tarns."
Jon broke stride and looked at the girl sympatheticaly.
"This is your home girl...Monique."
The name was at once familiar and also strange to him. He remembered a girl named Monique back on Urth a long time ago.
Monique LeMay's eyes were wild with excitement and fear. She was trembling. The scrap of cloth did very little to hide her nudity. She had a slim, lithe body but rounded perfectly in all the right places. She was just what the Ubar wanted...Marlenus. He shuddered at the thought of this girl in the hands of that fat monster. But he wasn't being paid to think.
"Come on let's go. I can give you a blanket when we get to my Tarn."
"Tarn, what's that?...A Tarn, is it a car?"
At the mention of the word Tanith's mind suddenly rushed back to the screaming track at Monza, to the tight fast turn on the uphill run and the sudden appearence of the red Ferrari right in front of him. Much to late to do anything...and then the world exploded!
He woke up, under the twin moons of Gor...all so very, very, long ago.
"Mister are you okay?"
He'd stopped up short at the memory. The girl was tugging at his leather jerkin.
He brushed her hand away roughly and grabbed here arm.
"No, it's not a car. There are no cars, trucks, planes, steamships or airplanes on this planet."
He held a small pipe to his lips and blew. The pitch was so high she could barely hear it.
His rugged face finally broke into a smile, as a huge shadow passed over them.
"But there are Tarns."
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