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“And neither of you can refuse the other.” But last night, more sex was the last thing either woman wanted. What of this morning, though? I feel the compulsion blowjob of the implant still enforcing Salarin’s will, and know for sure if she wakes and wants me, I’m going to let her have me. I remember I have power over her too. I’ve been the victim for so long it’s an odd concept that any sentient being might have to obey me. Especially one like Ja-Alixxe. But although she’s very desirable to me, and there would be kudos for bedding one of the galaxy’s most beautiful women, I’m not going to force her. I stroke my finger tenderly down the graceful curve of the bounty hunters bare back and over the mound of her buttock, and she stirs. Ja-Alixxe looks up from where her head’s resting on my breast. She’s very beautiful, with a mane of dark hair and an intense stare. Her expression is uncertain – maybe considering the precarious mutual power as I did moments earlier. “Truce?” she says, taking me right back to Alexa speaking that word last night. A bargain of some kind must have been struck between Salarin and the Runner, for the dark-skinned pirate walked unmolested from the camp armed with a rucksack of pov supplies and a weapon like a cattle prod that can render its victim unconscious on contact. She walked away at first in the direction of the high gagging mountain peak, but at the far range of the firelight Alexa cocked her head, as though she could hear something, and she turned instead for a vast derelict spaceship lying out on the plane. Salarin must have doggystyle mollified my owner as well, because Klink seemed pacified on his return, and although he glowered at Alexa’s farewell jibes, there was no sign of the violence he unleashed on me being dispensed for a second time. “Truce,” I agree with Ja-Alixxe. I feel acutely aware of her body – of her breasts pressed against my stomach and her thigh between my own legs. I continue to stroke her back, trying to offer her a little physical tenderness amidst so much horror. But Ja-Alixxe has recovered some of her spirit, and it seems the bounty hunter has other things in mind than caresses. “Are there blaster weapons in camp?” she asks me abruptly. I’m taken aback by such bluntness, but I answer. “Maybe, in the munitions hut, but they’re no use to us. We can’t harm the men and there’s nowhere to run. They’ll just track our implants and we’ll be punished.” “We can’t harm the men, but we can harm other women,” Ja-Alixxe says. “So we can use them on each other. Both of us firing teen at the same time.” My skin goes cold as the enormity of what she’s suggesting sinks in. A suicide pact. “Please,” Ja-Alixxe asks, with the most humility I’ve ever heard from her. “Kill me. “I can't operate it.” Madison continued to rub his cockhead back and forth, back and forth against her sensitive clit, moaning and quivering. Her demeanor was poor, her spirit was clearly broken, but my relentless mother continued to move forward through life. “So good, so doggystyle fucking good, watch and enjoy baby,” blowjob Roger almost screams as he shudders and Janet swallows his load with aplomb. This time, there was enough to taste. I winked at her. teen gagging I am about the shoot my load . . . I put a glass and beer in front of each guy. Moooooooooooo." I told her to text her mom and say I was pov gong to bring her home.