Desi Indian Lust Full Teacher #Part 3

“This is an outrage,” she almost spits when Salarin approaches her. “The winning Rape Runner always leaves the planet unmolested. Your men took away my clothes and they touched my…” but she is too ashamed to complete the sentence. “The public will not be pleased that you’ve broken the rules.” “What breach of the rules has there been?” Salarin asks, calm in the face of her storming fury. “Venda Varansilio is the winner of this year’s Rape Run. It is being announced to the galaxy as we speak. She will indeed leave unharmed. You son were caught in a simple trap, and you are a loser. You will be raped while the universe watches, your implant will be activated turning you into a slave, and then you will be sold.” “We both know that’s not going to happen,” Alexa growls, although she moves her pelvis in the frame as though trying to evade an enemy. “You’ll drop dead the moment you stick your tiny prick in me.” “Perhaps it will be worth it though,” Salarin says, seemingly unconcerned about his imminent demise. “Your implant compels you to avoid harming men, so you will struggle pleasingly right to the end as you instinctively try to prevent me penetrating you.” “You’re bluffing!” Alexa hisses. “You will die the moment you touch my skin. No woman is worth that.” “I recall you told me the nanotech activates when you’re penetrated at times of stress, yes?” asks Salarin. “Well we’d better make sure you’re good and stressed if we’re going to test how lethal you are. Torture will be ideal way to do that.” He signals to one of his men who depart, smirking. The objects then delivered are placed deliberately in front of Alexa, so she may contemplate them and consider how they’re about to be used upon her. She jerks angrily in her restraints as she takes in a field electrical generator with a dial to regulate the current, the plastic container holding around a quart of a viscous pale slime, and something that looks like an aerosol spray can. “Stop trying desi to frighten me,” Alexa demands. Was that a trace of uncertainty in her voice? “We know how this will end. You can’t strip and torture a winning Rape Runner. Get me out of this Bhabhi thing and bring me some fucking clothes.” “Quite right - you can’t strip and torture a winning Rape Runner,” he agrees. “But enough irrelevancies. We all noticed how much it amused you pouring away the sperm from all your sponsors. However this did not please the Slavers. It took some effort to collect donations for a second time, but here we are – every single man’s seed in one dose. And now the Run is over there’s no mom sister need to dilute it to hydrate you. ” Lady Straltaira pressed with urgency, “Is she like… like her?! “Follow me.” But, you’ll make one sexy looking grandma.” Deanne loved the look of the room from the large plasma screen on the wall to the patio doors leading out onto a discrete veranda with colonial wicker desi furniture. Fortunately for me, I was on the other side of the bed that was between us. The house was so different from mine. Cassie pressed on the timer which sat on my lap. “Don’t even think for a second, Maka, that you can claim him. She always told him that fighting isn't the answer and that there's always a way. She needed to focus on the lesson so she son decided to ignore to consider what Jonathan had done to her. “Now this is what sister I have been waiting for.” Once that mom happened we had a special ceremony to celebrate. A wave of disappointment washed through me, “Where are you Bhabhi going?”