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  • You’ll know about the Gaianesians – the women who believe themselves superior to men, and who neuter their males to deny them any right to pleasure…” No! That’s not the way it is – we’re protecting them. But before my shipmates can clarify, a barrage of cruel name-calling is unleashed – “whore”, “bitch”, and “cunt” being babe the most common insults thrown at my comrades. “Well,” continues the captain, “Here we have an entire shipload of those superior Gaianesians, but an oversight means that the women still have their clothes. They’re breaking our laws.” He’s feigning surprise. “They can hardly go down to the surface dressed like that, but my brave soldiers are tired. Is there any other asian man willing to help us correct this, and uphold our dear planet’s rules?” Understanding of what’s about to happen spreads through the crowd like a poisonous cloud. My countrywomen see what’s ahead too. Fear distorts every Gaianesian face, heads shaking in disbelief, and they instinctively huddle closer together, as though proximity with other females can offer them some protection. Men are Hairy already beginning to edge forward, but the captain has one final instruction. “Just one rule before you start though - no raping them, as we don’t know who the virgins are,” he shouts over the increasing volume of voices. “But apart from penetration – knock yourselves out. Teach these feminist cunts a lesson they’ll never forget.” I’m perhaps lucky that in the melee of bodies that surges forward I can’t see much of what happens, except for the occasional glimpse of the cream skin of female flesh. But I can hear it well enough. The sound of women’s pleas for mercy changing to screams. Tearing fabric. Male laughter. Brave efforts at resistance. Then an even more unbearable noise – the whorish moans of females in arousal as hardcore they fail to keep japanese men from their hair and their Reflexes are triggered. It seems to go on forever, but it probably takes about fifteen standard galactic minutes before the crowds surrounding my friends begin to thin. Perhaps men’s rage is spent, perhaps there is no more sport once every last one has been stripped, or maybe prohibited from penetration the men need to quench their arousal elsewhere. Beth screamed as the pain momentarily shut down hardcore her brain. Not out here anyway. He fisted Hairy his cock and leaned back on his haunches. “If you don’t want to do this I understand,” she says. Ok, it’s gotten worse. God, my life is so fucked up’. “Swipe it all around the tip, really stimulate me and... I much prefer it that way. My hand rested on Zanyia's head, scratching between her ears. “What? Without warning, she leaned forward. We stayed behind the cars while they wasted ammunition. I..." she started, but before she could continue, I cut her off by uttering the trigger. What time would you like me to bring dinner?” Everyone turned to see Gloria stride in, sword in one hand and a golden girdle around her waist. My head begins to make a list of what to get everyone for Christmas. Why would you just do that to somebody out of nowhere?” “hmhm it seems you don’t know exactly what you bargained with” she said as I hear licking sounds coming from behind me. I look over and see her licking the babe cum off her hand and then stared deeply into my eyes, she gave me this demonic satisfied glare when I realized the cum was evaporating in her hand. As if on a signal, the monster sped up to a yet asian higher japanese rate. ​I sighed. He yelped and scooped the table clean. I had the best medical care and made sure I avoided suspect play mates.