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  • Suddenly I’m free. I can sit up. Sniffing uncertainly I fold the wrap back over my bare breasts, and tie the fastening knot. As though this is a normal doctor consultancy and I’m an overwrought patient, I am offered a tissue. “Dry your eyes, Melena,” he says. “You don’t want anyone to see you’re so pathetic.” He is quite right. The guards will get a kick from seeing me weep, and I don’t want the other women Teen to know I can be broken. Ja-alixxe would gloat to see a crack in my defenses. I dab my eyes and try to get the last of my shuddering sobs under control before the guards arrive. To avoid displaying weakness I try to focus on anything that might give me hope. There is still a small chance I could be the winner, I tell myself first. Another possible source of optimism is that I feel no evidence that the implant chip is functioning, although this may simply be because it has yet to be activated. All is not lost, I try to conclude. But maybe it is. I will never again be the same proud and confident Melena de Santo, though. The men around me see me as a slave now and some always will, even if I’m the survivor. As proof, half way through my stumbling journey back to my cell, arms pinned back behind me once more and driven by the choking band of leather tight around my throat, the guard driving me holding the pole slams me without warning into the wall. As if this is a prepared signal his colleague is on me immediately, hands invading my wrap. And then, he molests me intimately, squeezing my breasts, cupping my sex, and running his fingers up the cleft between my buttocks. Once number one has had his fun they swap positions, and the other one takes his turn. During the groping my fragile self-control dissolves yet again, and I’m reduced once more to tears. When the ordeal is finally over they resume herding me almost as if nothing just happened, but I feel shattered. I asked my mother what I should do. I backed up, leading the assassin from the fire, from Kora twitching and shuddering. "Yes Veroni..." I was tired of being a virgin and I could think of no one better to lose it to than the one man who loves me the most.” “What’s the other problem?” It had significantly fewer ones, and they tended to be grouped together at actual reasonable places in the movie. She turned, grabbed my other hand then moved back until her knees folded over the edge of the mattress. I felt a real empathy for her and though I wasn’t sure what to do, I tried to act mature and in an effort to put her at ease, I said “ Lorlei, is something wrong? She wiggled her ass and rocked her thighs, trying to stimulate her excited, wet, naked pussy. It had to be in their minds, the sudden difficulty in breathing. Mark hadn't even noticed her little tummy that had developed from her earlier encounter. She got so hot when she felt his dick between her legs, that she started grinding into him almost instinctively. She quickly pushed me to the side laying on my back i did not protest. The next afternoon it was Earnie's turn to bend over. Ouch! Teen