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I moan, but Leesha is dragging me away and I’m too weak to resist. At last I think I understand what’s happening, but it’s too much to take in after the horrors of the pool. I’m being rescued, after all the rape, and torture, and humiliation, I’m being rescued. But I feel no emotion. After all those hours… No, was it only this afternoon Salarin caught me? Really, it was less than a day I was a slave? What about Palonae? The poor princess is left behind. I moan again. It is a mistake, for by making one more sound I’ve stimulated the biotech phallus filling my mouth to ejaculate again. I have to swallow stockings back the foul-tasting sticky slop, but at least it means the cock reduces in size and after half a minute I can look around. I would have expected Leesha to flee out into the desert, where we could lose ourselves in the ruins and rocks, getting further and further from the Hunters. But she makes her way right among the cluster of buildings. Between two high walls is one of the ubiquitous hatches. I bump into her back as we pass it, because I’m not expecting her to stop by something useless to us. Leesha crouches down at this and with confidence enters a code on the keypad. I hear a gentle hiss as the lock disengages, and then she opens the hatch door. Inside stone stairs lead down into a brightly lit corridor, walled in grey concrete. “Inside, quickly!” Leesha says. Completely bemused I obey, tentatively placing my foot on the first step, and moving cautiously down. I will sustain a serious injury if I stumble while I can’t use my folded hands to break the fall. The floor is cool on the soles of my bare feet. Behind me, Leesha swings the hatch Brunette door closed and quietly re-engages the lock. On the stairs she overtakes me, and gently using my upper arm to support me she tows me along the corridor. “I know you’re tired, hon, but not far,” she says sympathetically, “and then I can untie you, and you can rest.” Our journey only takes us a few hundred yards, but by the end of it she’s actually having to drag me. All of my physical reserves are spent and try as I might, I just can’t stay on my feet a moment longer. 27 - Tunnels The place where Leesha reality permits me to rest is beside an underground crossroads. Symbols are painted on the wall in the Slaver’s script. They look like directions. Just after the junction a doorway leads into a side room, which is windowless and only twelve feet square. It’s some kind of rest space for men working for the Slavers. There’s a cot Hardcore here (with a dirty mattress but no sheets), a shower space, a sink, a toilet, and a table and chair. The room is bare and lit by a harsh tube light. There’s so little sign of any individuality in the decoration that it reminds me of some of the Republic fleet’s boot camps. It’s hot down here underground. blowjob “Sit,” Leesha says gently. I look at her, my eyes tearful with gratitude. Right now she’s the most beautiful creature I could imagine. The End... The only light falling on them was from the distant city and the sky. Brunette She hadn't let a guy go down on her, not since that Hardcore asshole of an ex who had made her feel shit about just about every part of her body. I was on display for him. It took a few seconds to adjust my eyes, just seconds.. Her mother brought here to get fucked and you fucked her. He positioned it at the inside of a reality glistening cunt-lip and then paused. I didn’t blowjob know what stockings to do as I pondered my problem for the next two months. she replied, “Enough for now thank you.” I’ll never use my fire again. And I’m not the only one who feels that way.” I could feel she was getting moist.