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The “control egg” it turns out is a smooth chrome object about two inches long, comprising a metal egg on a round base. It’s rather like a distorted miniature globe on a pedestal. “It goes in your cunt,” Klink tells me from across the room, and signals Riyena to place the object. “No!” I protest, tensing my thighs yet again to try and resist an invader, but there’s the same clang from my ankle restraints and I’m just as unable to prevent the penetration as I’ve been since the slaves shackled me. The rounded end of the egg feels cold against my vulva. Riyena pushes roughly – she wants to hurt me when she inserts it, but I’m so lubricated from the rape that it moves inside me with an easy slither. She probes deeper until the wide disc presses against my nether lips, preventing it going further. It’s not the worst thing to endure, that is until I feel it suddenly swell inside me. “No! No!” I cry in horror, thinking it’s going to grow and grow until it bursts out of me. But when it’s reached what feels like the size of a newborn’s head, pushing against my inner walls, the expansion stops. Nervously I look up at my two captors, my breathing rapid, hyper-conscious of the giant alien thing inside my womb. Klink shows me a handheld control pad, an elegant graphite color thing with nothing more on it than a button. “Until you’re implanted we’ll keep you obedient with this,” he says. “The harder we press, the more it hurts.” And he demonstrates. I howl, big the noise deafening in the small room, and my body arches rigid in my bonds. It feels as though I’m being shocked with white hot lightning right inside the sensitive areas of my vagina - the pain spreading out from there to electrify every muscle in my body. It’s probably only a few seconds of this next torture, but when the pain goes I’m gasping as though I’ve run a race, and I can feel the sheen of sweat beading anew on my skin. It takes a moment to bring my voice anal back under control and during that time I emit a feeble series of moans with each breath. Gods that hurt. No human being would inflict that amount of suffering on another human if they understood how it felt. And that was just the physical aspect of the domination. Having this torture implement used on me because I have a vagina - big cock turning my very femininity against me as a source of humiliation and leaving me knowing I’m even vulnerable from the inside - such cruelty. “Again?” asks Klink. “No! No! No!” I beg, terrified. “You’ll obey every order?” “Yes! Yes!” “I have a controller too,” Riyena tells me, and she zaps me again anyway, just to teach me there doesn’t have to be a reason for using the thing on me. After the second jolt I just manage to keep my emotions under control and avoid giving the shapeshifter the satisfaction of again bursting into tears. “You can let her go now,” Klink tells Riyena with a dismissive wave. Thank the gods, at least they’re taking me out the bonds. I feel Riyena at my ankles first, until the restraints are suddenly loose and mercifully I’m able to close my legs. It’s too late to save myself from the rape, or the egg that creampie feels as though it’s distending me, or to undo his using my Reflex, but it’s a mercy to be amateur able to squeeze my thighs and hide the shameful metal object protruding from my pussy. It was not only the floor that was drenched in her juices, however. Tina wished she would just get on with it instead of all these questions. “I love how your skin is so warm and your smooth, well except for this.” and she ran her hand through my pubes. amateur All my shyness flew out the window , because i saw how much i scared him and i felt big cock wrong. Labor kept him strong. Natti tasted like Mom. I'm now sitting on the side of the hottub in my AussieBum Portsea's and my now full on erection is fully visible to Dean. 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