because she
stepped away from him. “I don’t think so. Not like this.”
“Yes, like this.” His patience snapped. Vegas moved at his
top speed, grabbed her shoulders, turned her away from him and hauled her
backward toward the bed, her heels dragging on the floor.
“You don’t have a choice.” He flipped onto his back, landing
on the mattress, taking her with him. She fought, cursing and kicking, but he
easily overpowered her, as a Balazoid warrior would also overpower her. Oh,
fuck. She was so small, so fragile.
“The Balazoid warriors wouldn’t have given you a choice.” He
pulled her arms behind her as she squirmed on top of him, tormenting his
already aroused cock. Sexy watched them struggle, wearing his normal blank
passionless expression.
“If you had been captured by the Balazoid today, they
wouldn’t have killed you.” Vegas forced her knees wide apart, flattening them
to the mattress with his legs in a typical Balazoid containment maneuver.
“They’d use you as you would be used on their breeding
farms, restraining you.” He tugged on her arms, causing her enough discomfort
to illustrate his point, but not enough to seriously hurt her. Damn it. The
enemy wouldn’t be so caring. “Spreading your legs.”
“Sexy, position yourself,” Vegas instructed, and as
programmed, the android kneeled between her legs, his synthetic cock hard and
lubricated. “They’d allow you six hours of sleep every night and you’d spend
the other hours being a receptacle for their cocks.
“Sexy, activate Balazoid sequence.” Her body jerked against
his as the android rammed into her, and Vegas closed his eyes for a second, the
urge to comfort her so very strong. I have to do this, for her sake, for my
sanity.
“They don’t call it fucking.” It took all of his Federation
training to keep his voice cool and emotionless. “They call it releasing because
it is a bodily function to them, like urinating.”
The android thrust into her three times, his cock plunging
into her pussy right up to his balls, but not an inch more of him touched her.
“They mount you,” Vegas continued. “They come.” She convulsed in his arms as
the compressed air simulating Sexy’s orgasm blasted into her and he tightened
his grip on her, holding her still.
“They dismount.” Vegas’ voice roughened. Sexy pulled back,
his cock glistening with her juices. “They clean.” The android shoved a cold
mini-vacuum up her pussy and there was a loud sucking sound, her body drained
of her sweet cream. “And the next warrior mounts you.” Sexy repeated the
process, fucking her with rigorous precision.
Vegas felt Raylee’s fight drain from her, her body growing
small in his arms, and he ruthlessly pushed away his guilt. This has to be
done. I have no choice. I can’t allow her to take more foolish risks. I love
her too much to lose her.
“They would mount you, one after another,” he re-launched
his verbal assault while Sexy thrust three times, dismounted, cleaned and
climbed back on top of her. “Ramming their cocks into your pussy again and
again, uncaring of your lack of pleasure, your feelings, who you were and what
you think. They wouldn’t kiss you or caress you or speak to you.”
She no longer struggled, lying passively against him,
allowing the android’s abuse, and Vegas’ heart twisted. “They’d use your body
in complete silence because you’re not a person to them, you’re a pussy and
that’s all you are.”
Vegas paused, the only sounds in the room the smacking of
flesh against flesh and Raylee’s anguished pants. He forced himself to watch
the android fuck his woman, to witness another cock pounding into her moist,
hot pussy, his pain penance for his failure.
I should have protected her better. I should have
covered the trail. He breathed in her womanly scent. I won’t fail her
again.
“There would be no rest from their fucking.” He scrubbed all
of the emotion from his voice. “When the
stepped away from him. “I don’t think so. Not like this.”
“Yes, like this.” His patience snapped. Vegas moved at his
top speed, grabbed her shoulders, turned her away from him and hauled her
backward toward the bed, her heels dragging on the floor.
“You don’t have a choice.” He flipped onto his back, landing
on the mattress, taking her with him. She fought, cursing and kicking, but he
easily overpowered her, as a Balazoid warrior would also overpower her. Oh,
fuck. She was so small, so fragile.
“The Balazoid warriors wouldn’t have given you a choice.” He
pulled her arms behind her as she squirmed on top of him, tormenting his
already aroused cock. Sexy watched them struggle, wearing his normal blank
passionless expression.
“If you had been captured by the Balazoid today, they
wouldn’t have killed you.” Vegas forced her knees wide apart, flattening them
to the mattress with his legs in a typical Balazoid containment maneuver.
“They’d use you as you would be used on their breeding
farms, restraining you.” He tugged on her arms, causing her enough discomfort
to illustrate his point, but not enough to seriously hurt her. Damn it. The
enemy wouldn’t be so caring. “Spreading your legs.”
“Sexy, position yourself,” Vegas instructed, and as
programmed, the android kneeled between her legs, his synthetic cock hard and
lubricated. “They’d allow you six hours of sleep every night and you’d spend
the other hours being a receptacle for their cocks.
“Sexy, activate Balazoid sequence.” Her body jerked against
his as the android rammed into her, and Vegas closed his eyes for a second, the
urge to comfort her so very strong. I have to do this, for her sake, for my
sanity.
“They don’t call it fucking.” It took all of his Federation
training to keep his voice cool and emotionless. “They call it releasing because
it is a bodily function to them, like urinating.”
The android thrust into her three times, his cock plunging
into her pussy right up to his balls, but not an inch more of him touched her.
“They mount you,” Vegas continued. “They come.” She convulsed in his arms as
the compressed air simulating Sexy’s orgasm blasted into her and he tightened
his grip on her, holding her still.
“They dismount.” Vegas’ voice roughened. Sexy pulled back,
his cock glistening with her juices. “They clean.” The android shoved a cold
mini-vacuum up her pussy and there was a loud sucking sound, her body drained
of her sweet cream. “And the next warrior mounts you.” Sexy repeated the
process, fucking her with rigorous precision.
Vegas felt Raylee’s fight drain from her, her body growing
small in his arms, and he ruthlessly pushed away his guilt. This has to be
done. I have no choice. I can’t allow her to take more foolish risks. I love
her too much to lose her.
“They would mount you, one after another,” he re-launched
his verbal assault while Sexy thrust three times, dismounted, cleaned and
climbed back on top of her. “Ramming their cocks into your pussy again and
again, uncaring of your lack of pleasure, your feelings, who you were and what
you think. They wouldn’t kiss you or caress you or speak to you.”
She no longer struggled, lying passively against him,
allowing the android’s abuse, and Vegas’ heart twisted. “They’d use your body
in complete silence because you’re not a person to them, you’re a pussy and
that’s all you are.”
Vegas paused, the only sounds in the room the smacking of
flesh against flesh and Raylee’s anguished pants. He forced himself to watch
the android fuck his woman, to witness another cock pounding into her moist,
hot pussy, his pain penance for his failure.
I should have protected her better. I should have
covered the trail. He breathed in her womanly scent. I won’t fail her
again.
“There would be no rest from their fucking.” He scrubbed all
of the emotion from his voice. “When the
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