CHAPTER THREE: Love-Slave Raiders from the Depths of Space
For a long time afterward, Cynthia lay there on the floor of the limousine, tousled and sleepy and absolutely full of sperm. After her dear husband at last had made love to her, the sweaty man had kissed her lips chastely, then had rolled off of her belly with a sigh. Once he had caught his breath, though, he sat up with his shoulders back against one of the polished panels of richly grained redwood from Titan that ran the length of the elegant vehicle, and he commanded her to masturbate again. “You are my slut, aren’t you?” he sneered crookedly as the girl’s blue eyes widened in surprise. “Well, then, touch yourself. Show me what a bad girl you are. Show me. Show me…”
The poor girl hesitated at first, but of course he was right.
