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level of understanding. All of them to that place, she supposed, removing whatever illusions they’d been nursing that they were ‘different’ or ‘special’ in any way.
They were all slaves—period. And their continued good health rested upon them completely understanding their situation.
The commander took the second’s place. Aligning his cocks with her body openings, he thrust into her and continued to thrust until he’d expended himself. When he got up, his second took his place, speared into her and pounded into her punishingly until he, too, expended himself.
The other three men took their turns after them, apparently in ranking order, but Tilly had withdrawn into her own world as soon as the commander drove his cock into Marcia.
Tilly thought, even if she hadn’t hated the woman before she would’ve hated her after that.
Which only showed how screwed up her head was because Marcia hadn’t enticed them, hadn’t offered and couldn’t even fight them off if she’d wanted to.
She should be furious with the commander.
And the second if it came to that!
Her sense of possessiveness finally cleared her mind somewhat.
Neither of them belonged to her—none of them.
Maybe this was the new lesson? They were slaves, toys, and they belonged to their masters, not the other way around.
She had known that it was likely that everyone else was getting exactly the same ‘training’ that she was.
She was a complete and utter fool to feel hurt—jealous! She should feel sorry for the woman!
When the last man had screwed Marcia until he came, he staggered off to rest while the others took a second shot at her.
Tilly had followed the other women to one side of the lounge and settled there on the pillows when it had been borne in upon them that this was a different kind of lesson—a show, she supposed, to convince them they were slaves and their feelings meant nothing to the men.
And if she assumed that to be the case, then pretty much all of them were feeling much the same as she was right now.
The mysterious knot rose in her throat again.
She’d thought she was too smart to fall for their mental manipulations, and yet she had—so easily it was downright sickening. She recalled almost nothing about the night the commander had taken her to his room—due, she thought, to whatever he’d given her—but she’d remembered enough to feel special.
Even though she’d woken in her own cell, she’d convinced herself that that was special, too. He’d carried her in his arms.
Very likely he’d simply commanded the nanos to return her and she’d been too out of it to recall—might not even have woken up at all. That thought had occurred to her, but she’d dismissed it because she was always completely aware when the suit was moving her around like a puppet and she’d managed to convince herself she had to be awake for the nanos to do that.
Stupid!
When the men finally left, she spent hours berating herself for her stupidity and trying not to hate Marcia for being the focus of their attention when she knew, whether the woman had wanted it or not, it hadn’t been a choice.
The others didn’t seem similarly inclined. Their remarks and behavior proved that Tilly was right—they were all hurt and jealous. Even pointing that out to them did no good. They were so nasty to Marcia that Tilly could almost feel sorry for the bitch. She thought she would’ve except stupid thought she was special because they’d chosen her over all the others and preened about it.
The next day the men marched down the corridor and into the lounge and chose another woman and they all got to watch her get screwed half to death.
She supposed there was a lesson in that. They were there for the pleasure of the men, period. And they would be used to the full extent of their desires even if it meant the women were half dead when they got done—because half dead didn’t count. The men wanted to
They were all slaves—period. And their continued good health rested upon them completely understanding their situation.
The commander took the second’s place. Aligning his cocks with her body openings, he thrust into her and continued to thrust until he’d expended himself. When he got up, his second took his place, speared into her and pounded into her punishingly until he, too, expended himself.
The other three men took their turns after them, apparently in ranking order, but Tilly had withdrawn into her own world as soon as the commander drove his cock into Marcia.
Tilly thought, even if she hadn’t hated the woman before she would’ve hated her after that.
Which only showed how screwed up her head was because Marcia hadn’t enticed them, hadn’t offered and couldn’t even fight them off if she’d wanted to.
She should be furious with the commander.
And the second if it came to that!
Her sense of possessiveness finally cleared her mind somewhat.
Neither of them belonged to her—none of them.
Maybe this was the new lesson? They were slaves, toys, and they belonged to their masters, not the other way around.
She had known that it was likely that everyone else was getting exactly the same ‘training’ that she was.
She was a complete and utter fool to feel hurt—jealous! She should feel sorry for the woman!
When the last man had screwed Marcia until he came, he staggered off to rest while the others took a second shot at her.
Tilly had followed the other women to one side of the lounge and settled there on the pillows when it had been borne in upon them that this was a different kind of lesson—a show, she supposed, to convince them they were slaves and their feelings meant nothing to the men.
And if she assumed that to be the case, then pretty much all of them were feeling much the same as she was right now.
The mysterious knot rose in her throat again.
She’d thought she was too smart to fall for their mental manipulations, and yet she had—so easily it was downright sickening. She recalled almost nothing about the night the commander had taken her to his room—due, she thought, to whatever he’d given her—but she’d remembered enough to feel special.
Even though she’d woken in her own cell, she’d convinced herself that that was special, too. He’d carried her in his arms.
Very likely he’d simply commanded the nanos to return her and she’d been too out of it to recall—might not even have woken up at all. That thought had occurred to her, but she’d dismissed it because she was always completely aware when the suit was moving her around like a puppet and she’d managed to convince herself she had to be awake for the nanos to do that.
Stupid!
When the men finally left, she spent hours berating herself for her stupidity and trying not to hate Marcia for being the focus of their attention when she knew, whether the woman had wanted it or not, it hadn’t been a choice.
The others didn’t seem similarly inclined. Their remarks and behavior proved that Tilly was right—they were all hurt and jealous. Even pointing that out to them did no good. They were so nasty to Marcia that Tilly could almost feel sorry for the bitch. She thought she would’ve except stupid thought she was special because they’d chosen her over all the others and preened about it.
The next day the men marched down the corridor and into the lounge and chose another woman and they all got to watch her get screwed half to death.
She supposed there was a lesson in that. They were there for the pleasure of the men, period. And they would be used to the full extent of their desires even if it meant the women were half dead when they got done—because half dead didn’t count. The men wanted to
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