It felt like his jaw might break, he was grinding down on his teeth so hard. Fox's hands were torturous. One was pumping his cock with long, slow strokes, Fox's thumb brushing over Ander's sensitive head every time it reached the end of his shaft. The other hand had pulled Ander's balls down in his sack, stretching the loose skin, and he was rolling the tender nuts back and forth in a way that bordered on being breathtakingly painful. The mix of sensations was making Ander lightheaded.And all the while, he was having to watch Ella writhe and arch as Dustin lowered his dark head between her much paler thighs. The contrast was all the more shocking because, for the most part, everyone's skin color tended to fall into the same category of slightly tanned. Drastically different coloring was unusual; on the Lunar Station, Dustin would have been swarmed by women and men who would want to bed someone unique like him. Ander had to admit that there was something erotically charged about it, e

The room they were returned to was not their own. It had the same layout as their previous room, but when Ella awoke, wrapped up in Ander's arms, and looked at the walls, there were no sigils. Her body ached, especially her pussy and ass, the lingering sensations alerting her to the lack of healing cream. Maybe that was good though; Fox wasn't trying to make sure that she and Ander were ready for another go around.Being healed quickly usually meant being used quickly again too."Ander," she whispered, stroking his arm to wake him up as she craned her neck around, checking the other walls and confirming her suspicions.He came awake fast, jolting her out of his arms as he sat up, alert and defensive. After a quick sweep of his gaze around the room, once he saw that they were alone, he relaxed. "What? What's wrong?"

“Good, then we can get on with your punishment.” “Wait!” Emilia squealed as she was flipped over his knee, an all too familiar position, and her skirt was drawn up. She'd almost forgotten his threat from the museum. “You earned seven minutes, sweetheart, starting now.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The slaps to her ass weren't particularly hard, but Emilia moaned anyway, knowing that after seven minutes they were going still going to feel like fire. Each measured blow was firmly delivered, marching down one cheek and up the other from the top curve of her ass to her sit spot. The first three repetitions stung, but she didn't start to squirm and whimper until the fourth. By then, her ass was a bright pink color, her skin warmed up and sensitive, and each firm smack felt like a little flame, licking at her bottom. “That's one minute.” Grabbing on

Not that Ander even knew what to think. Some part of him felt entirely vindicated to see his cheating ex and back-stabbing former best friend in the same situation that they had, unwittingly, thrust Ella and Ander into with their actions. It had a certain kind of justice to it… but at the same time, there was nothing truly just about Fox and his particular use for citizens of the Lunar Station. Ander hadn't thought he would wish his experiences on anyone. Although, if he was going to… Strangely, he realized he was also slightly disappointed. Not because he wanted to stay, but because he had wanted to escape. Fox was going to let him and Ella go, which meant that he wasn't going to be the hero that he'd wanted to be in Ella's eyes. He wasn't going to save her. He had nothing to do with it. Fox was still controlling everything, and it was depressing and frustrating, even though the outcome was the same. Waving his hand, Fox looked over t

As they were herded into the shuttle, Ella gripped Ander's hand. The dress that she'd been given to wear felt odd, the fabric rubbing against her skin. Even her undergarments were uncomfortable, even though they were made from the softest fibers available. And not just because her pussy and anus were still sore from when Ander and Fox had double-teamed her barely an hour, again. She'd been without clothing for so long that it felt unnatural to be wearing any.But that wasn't what was making her anxious.“I don't understand,” she whispered to Ander, unconsciously angling herself so that she was partially tucked against him, seeking comfort as she had so often done.After Fox had finished with them, they'd both been taken from the room to shower. Then they'd been handed the clothing they were currently wearing, blindfolded, and taken out to a hover car. At first, Ella had panicked, thinking that the chips Fox had had put in them on their first day would react, but one of the soldiers ha