Hostage Brides of the Overlords: Part 4: (Futuristic Sci Fi Erotica) Read Free

blowjob from her. He'd been angry. Angry enough to line up a train-fuck of bigs to straighten her out.
    She clenched her fists in weak anger as she returned to her room. He coul d have sent five in at once, and that wouldn't have been sinister enough. With five at once you know what you're dealing with. It might be extreme, but you can wrap your head around it and get to business. But by sending them in one at a time, she never knew when, or if, it would end. Time lost meaning. There was only a bed, her poor aching pussy, and a never-ending supply of massive cock to piston fuck her. She wanted to shower forever. Then she wanted to sleep forever.
    No such luck.
    She showered with the orderly waiting outside the stall, telling her to move it along, and then she slept for a few hours before being awakened by yet another one of the littles. "Come on, dear," said the tiny, but large-headed man. "You have a meeting."
    Clara rolled out of bed and struggled into her clothes. Her body felt ruined. Everything between her knees and her chest felt displaced, as though it had all been shaken out of order by the endless jack-hammering. She felt like she would shit, piss, and throw up all at the same time if she had to walk even a few steps, but at the orderly's urging, she managed to get up and follow him down the halls. She knew where she was going. Able Jones wanted to gloat.
    It was no surprise when they arrived at the familiar office door. The orderly knocked and received the verbal reply to enter. He opened the door and let the young woman stagger inside, then discreetly closed the door behind her.
    Clara stood, facing her tormenter.
    "Please, sit down," Able Jones said, gesturing to the comfortable chairs across the desk from him.
    Clara considered it for a moment, and then spit on one of the chairs. "Fuck you," she said.
    "Clara, please," he said. "Let's be civilized. You are not a savage. There is still a clean chair. Please sit down. We have things to discuss."
    A sick grin crossed her face. "I feel like my guts are going t o fall out of my cunt," she snarled, "but I would rather stand than sit down and talk with you."
    "Very well, Clara," Able Jones said. "I can see you're harboring a great deal of animosity toward me this morning, and I think that's understandable. And I'm sure you think your feelings are justified. As far as I'm concerned, however, you should spend a moment thin king about your schooling. As a Dean's List Mathematics student, I'm sure you're familiar with the teachings of Sir Isaac Newton, and you realize that every action produces an equal and opposite reaction. This can be useful to know if you are building machines, or trying to understand the mysteries of this wonderfully complex universe of ours."
    He gave her a deadly glare. "It can also be useful when theorizing what will happen if you decide to fool around with the people who control your fate."
    She stared back at him. "Fuck you, Able Jones," she said, malice dripping from her words.
    "Right. Fuck me," he said with a wry smile. "I was very easy on you, Clara. I answered your questions, and I forgave your very crude comments. I told you to relax for the evening. And instead of being grateful and relaxing as I directed, you made a whore of yourself and snuck around in the dark with a drunk orderly and a little band of pirate sluts, and went off to copulate with some of those other historical rejects in the men's ward. I am very disappointed."
    The grin returned to her face. " Like I told you the other day, Able," she replied. "You're the one who made me a whore. You can't expect to turn someone into a whore and not have them act like one."
    "That may well be," he said. "I suppose we'll have to lock you up at night from now on. During the day as well, perhaps. As it is, we needed to make sure you got a good vigorous dose from the bigs last night. Hopefully their sperm make it to the mark faster than your new friend's. We certainly wouldn't want you to