Chapter 2 - Kelly x Shepard

Shepard slept fitfully. It was three AM shipboard time before she even managed to climb into bed, and she just laid there with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Thinking. Shaking.
 
It had been over three days since Miranda raped her. Luckily the collectors had been quiet, but it just gave her more time to be alone with her thoughts. Still, Joker was wondering if something was wrong. Getting restless.
 
Fuck Joker.
 
When she'd gotten back to her quarters, Edi immediately alerted her that there was an urgent message waiting for her that should be checked as soon as possible. Shepard, cloaked in cold sweat and shivering, trying her best to pull her thoughts away from her aching, bloated balls, sat down at her desk and accessed the terminal.
 
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Lexi
 
I'll keep this short and simple: You do NOT tell anyone about this. I've already uploaded the video data to an extranet server, so even I can't delete it, and neither can EDI. I've installed a Dead Man's Switch on the video: Unless I log in once a week, it will automatically be uploaded to half a dozen of the biggest porn sites on the web. You can't kill this by taking me out of the picture.
 
Please don't think I'm sending this message to be cruel. I'm Cerberus, so I just know how to get things done. DON'T fuck with me. DON'T resist me. You're my little honeypot from now on, Commander, until I decide to let you off the leash. By the way, if I ever ask you to my quarters in the future, wear something sexy…
 
Miranda
 
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Those words had been rushing through Lexanna's head for three days. Even as she closed her eyes and pulled the sheets up over her face, she could still see the ghostly imprint of the little black letters imprinted on her eyeballs. "Nnngh." Her balls hadn't stopped sweating since then, either. And she was constantly leaking a thin, milky fluid that had forced her to wear a condom just to keep her clothes from getting dirty… swapping out for a new condom every few hours or so, once that one got full. It seemed like Miranda's assertion that she'd impregnated her balls wasn't an idle threat. Her production was up higher than ever before, almost like her testicles had happily taken on their new role as Miranda's backup cumtanks.
 
She felt so distant from the world. The ragged high she'd gotten from the absurd amount of drugs Miri had forced into her body lasted for about fifteen hours, during which she hadn't slept at all. In those three days she'd probably gotten four or five hours of real, good sleep. She wet her lips, and suddenly became aware of her tongue, of her throat, of the aching feeling deep in her esophagus that craved stimulation. Her body desperately wanted to be fucked. She rolled onto her side and cried bitterly, knowing that the addictiveness of the drugs had mixed with the pleasure of the act and re-written her brain chemistry to make her more susceptible in the future. It was terrifying.
 
There was no way she could trust anyone with this information. Not her dear friends, who might turn on her if they knew the truth. Not a stranger, because they might hold it over her head. Shepard needed someone in the middle… someone she knew well enough to admit her experience to, but someone she could control if it got out of hand.
 
Petty Officer Kelly Chambers.
 
The gorgeous auburn-haired Yeoman had been on the SR-2's crew from the very start. And yet, Shepard knew little about her. She had to admit she'd spent some time thinking about the way the woman's hair brought out the incredible green in her eyes. They'd eaten together, spent some time talking, but that was more or less the sum of it.
 
She wet her lips again. Was it a good idea? She'd gone to Miranda hoping to deepen their ties and look how that turned out. Hell, Kelly was Cerberus. Maybe she was just as nuts.
 
The thought of that word, nuts… kind of made her head spin thinking about Miranda's smooth, full, perfect balls. She felt herself salivate, and cursed her body. Totally addicted… I can't stop thinking about her… I NEED something to take my mind off of this… Shepard opened her eyes in the half-darkness of the ship's dimmed lights. "Please…" she moaned, drooling onto the pillow. "Please let Kelly be the answer."
 
In the morning, she showered for the first time in days, did up her hair in flowing golden locks, and dressed to impress. Slim and sexy in her body-hugging white Ops suit, she was hoping it would provide a visual statement that she was the CO and not to be trifled with. Though, as was typical with Lexanna, she did decide to undo the top button, just enough to show off her neck and the very top of her collar.
 
She pressed on the intercom button outside the Yeoman's quarters, and addressed her in what felt like an authoritative voice. "Kelly. It's Shepard. Have time to talk?" She pulled her hand off the talk button so she could swallow the lump in her throat. Relationships were so… complicated. Quick, dirty, anonymous sex she found entirely easier.
 
"Please, come in, Commander," Kelly's smooth voice came back, reproduced in startling quality from the futuristic speaker system. The door automatically unlocked and slid open, admitting the commander to the room. Her combat boots incorporated one-inch heels into their design, giving her a bit of a height advantage over her crewmembers. But Kelly liked to wear them too, which ended up making her just a little tiny bit taller, something which now irked Lexanna greatly.
 
Kelly was lying down on the bed in her full uniform (including boots, bizarrely), with a small datapad personal computer resting screen-down beside her. "Something you wanted to discuss?"
 
Lexi's eyes flitted down to Kelly's groin, hoping not to see any sign of arousal. That was certainly the main advantage of body-glove suits, in her opinion. Cocks were like a little meter that she could use to measure how much she was getting under the other's skin. There was only a subtle bulge running down her leg, and before she could be accused of staring, Lexanna brightened her expression and looked back at Kelly.
 
"Well, no… yes. Sort of. You're the only one on the ship who has any psychological training, so I was hoping you could help me with… something." She felt her gaping cockhole twinge pathetically as her body remembered the rape. She whispered, so that Kelly couldn't hear. "I just can't get it out of my head."
 
But she did hear. With only the distant thrum of the engines, her quarters were gorgeously silent. Almost romantic. Chambers slid up to a sitting position, letting her legs hang off the bed. Once again, she passed her eyes across Shepard's body, her curvaceous frame with wide hips and juicy breasts. That unsure-of-herself expression on her face that was so cute it almost made her want to bite her lip. There was something so sexy about a woman who had lost control of a situation… "I'm here for you, Shepard," she said firmly, giving her a winning smile and looking her right in the eye. If there's something on your mind, we can work through it together." She patted the bed beside her.
 
Shep took a short breath, wetting her lip. The last time this happened… Fuck it. She swallowed the knot in her throat and took a seat next to Kelly, staring hard at the floor.
 
"So what happened?"
 
She closed her eyes. Her asshole still tingled gently from the huge anal plug Miranda had lodged there. And still, sex-craving whore that she was, it actually felt good. A feeling of total humiliation. Her cock was gaping, and every time she went to the bathroom, she'd leak pee for a few minutes because her dick was no longer able to clench tight enough to stop it. As a result, she sat miserably on the toilet and waited for the dripping to stop before finally being able to pull her pants back up and stuff her cock into her pant leg. Either that or stuff her dick in a condom to catch the droplets. It was an utterly embarrassing feeling, having less control over her body. And admitting that to yeoman Chambers was… more difficult than she imagined.
 
"Earlier this week," she started, swallowing again. "I had an… encounter with a fellow crewmember. I'll leave her name out of it."
 
It wasn't hard for Kelly to guess who she meant. There were only so many female crewmates aboard the ship, after all, and she'd noticed Miranda was acting very cocky… well, even more so than usual. She let a smile creep across her face. "Okay. And what sort of problem did you have with Miranda?"
 
Lexanna felt betrayed. "Did she tell you?"
 
Kelly realized she'd taken a step too far. "Oh no, I'm sorry. I just had a suspicion. Honestly, she and I haven't talked in weeks." This was a lie, but it was probably a small enough lie to get away with.
 
"She raped me, Kelly! She drugged and raped me, tied me down and fucked me all over until I felt like a fucking cocksleeve." The misery was obvious in her voice and in her expression. "I don't feel well at all. I don't feel like myself, and I don't know what to do."
 
Kelly pursed her lips. This was serious. And yet… she saw a way in, if she felt like taking advantage of the situation. 
 
She did.
 
She got to her feet and began to pace the room, keeping her back deliberately turned to Shepard as she did. "Tell me more," she said, glancing her way for just a moment. "I need to know exactly what happened."
 
Lexanna's eyebrows shot up. "Why would you need to know more…? She fucked… every single one of my holes, Kelly…" Kelly turned, and at her unspoken question, Shepard let out a whine. "Yes, including that one." She watched Kelly's gaze pass over her groin, stare at her bulge.
 
Meanwhile, the woman's heart was beating faster and faster. The commander was here, practically making herself bare, at least emotionally. She could feel the excitement pumping through her cock. This was it. This was the very moment she was waiting for. She'd been reporting Shepard's psychological state to Cerberus for months. She was intimately involved in the commander's mental state, and now at last she knew just how to get what she wanted. "And this relationship…" she used that word very deliberately. "You're finding it harmful?" Implying that Shepard and Miranda's 'relationship' was still ongoing.
 
Shepard shivered. "I…" she croaked, thinking of the pleasure that had coursed through her aching, trashed body. "Yes." But it was a weak yes. 
 
"It sounds like Miranda left more of a mark on you than you want to admit," Kelly said, digging a little further. "Tell me more. What exactly did she do?"


Warning bells went off in her head. This was uncannily similar to what she'd gone through with Lawson. Shepard bolted to her feet, not yet making for the door, but only because her knees were locked tightly together in fear and discomfort. "Don't ask me to do that, Kelly," she said, voice wavering. "Don't."
 
Chambers kept her back turned to Shepard, opening the medicine cabinet on the wall and pulling out some unknown objects. She kept them hidden in front of herself as she worked. "I apologize. It's hard to know how to help you unless I know where you were hurt exactly."
 
"It's not the physical trauma I'm worried about!" she roared, "If it was I'd go to Mordin! But he doesn't know anything about mental trauma. He's fucked-up enough without me gushing that… that… that Miranda fucked my dickhole!" she screeched, finally putting the matter out in the open. She calmed down for a moment, but then returned even louder than before. "I have a problem and I need your help! If you can't help me, then--!" she put her hand on Kelly's door, but the light flicked from green to red and she heard the lock click shut. "What--?"
 
Kelly grabbed her from behind, wrapping her whole arm around her neck and pulling her backwards. At the same time she clapped her palm over the commander's mouth and nose, holding a chloroform-soaked cloth right up against her nostrils. Shepard screamed and fought to escape, but the sudden lack of oxygen made her muscles freeze up. If she had been warned of what would happen, she could have prepared herself with a nice deep breath and a strong mental state. But as it was, she was caught totally off guard, and squirmed in Kelly's grip. "Hold still, hold still…! This will only take a moment! I promise it won't hurt afterwards, and then we can have lots of fun together, don't worry…" Kelly's voice was disturbingly smooth and erotic, it seemed like she'd suddenly gone off the deep end. Shepard felt the officer's erection press against the back of her thigh, a very sensitive area, and her knees buckled. She sank to the ground, still fighting Kelly's grip, but growing weaker as suddenly her body wasn't getting enough oxygen. Even worse, it was actually getting a relaxant. First her muscles weakened, and then her brain melted into putty, and finally she went unconscious and fell forward onto the ground with a heavy thump as Kelly released her.
 
Kelly stared at her comatose body for almost a minute before she dragged her over to the bed and stripped her. For the first time she could openly eyefuck the commander for as long as she wanted, and she took every second she had.
 
It was frustratingly difficult to open Shep's single-piece suit, and eventually she grabbed a pair of scissors and simply cut the fabric open from neck to groin, careful not to snip anything sensitive as she did. It was like unbuttoning a shirt, as she unveiled more and more of Shepard's smooth white skin. Kelly quickly grew a big tent in her pants as she gazed at that gorgeous flesh. She couldn't resist sliding herself overtop of Shep and shoving her face against that nude body, taking a deep sniff of her skin. "Mmmmhha… Oh, you smell amazing." She let out her tongue, and slid upwards, leaving a glistening streak all the way up her jaw. "And you taste wonderful." She licked her lips, savoring the moment. After that, she just peeled the commander out of the rest of her clothing.
 
"Wait there, I'll be right back," she said with a smile, speaking as though Shepard could hear anything she was saying. She returned momentarily with a few strips of nanofiber thread (As thin as a wire and stronger than rope) and expertly tied the woman's wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, tying the other end of the threads to the bedposts so she was spread eagle. From there, Kelly began to explore her body. She started high, kissing Shep's ear and nibbling her earlobe. Kelly had an oral fixation, which meant not only pumping Shepard's throat nice and deep but also taking the time to indulge her desire to sample the commander's taste and smell. "What a special moment," she cooed, snuffling Shep's hair, which smelled faintly of lilac shampoo from the shower she'd taken just an hour previous. Her skin was still glistening-white and smooth, without a blemish to be found anywhere, except for a little red spot on each earlobe where she was pierced. 
 
Kelly pulled out a see-through plastic bag, containing a fine blue powder called Nova on the street, more commonly known as ecstasy, or MDMA if you want to be medical about it. The blue color was just a special touch as a result of tweaking the formula, as it had been over 100 years since it was first invented. It hit harder and lasted longer than the traditional white stuff, but irritated the sinuses thanks to the presence of copper II sulphate. Not something Kelly was worried about as she used a tiny metal tube to lay down lines of the drug all over Shepard's body.
 
She put some on her neck, pressed her nose against the line, and squeezed the other nostril shut. Snnnnrk! "Aaaaah!" She jerked backwards as if struck by a physical blow, her eyes closed and face scrunched up. "Oh yeah," she whispered, feeling it burn as it went down into her lungs, and burgeoned through her body from there. In seconds, her fingers were tingling, not to mention how sensitive her cock was getting already. "Damn, already feeling pretty high just being around you, babe. Can't wait to really get going…" she laid down another line between Shepard's firm tits, and quickly snorted it, with the other nostril this time to get a nice even edge. "Awwwwhh god, oh yeah," she mumbled, leaning back and pressing her finger against her nose, snorting again to get the last few fine grains of powder into her body. "Aaaahhh… There it is." While she waited for the drug to hit, she groped Lexanna's chest, digging her thumbs into the underboob and feeling the squish of her implants. She dropped another line onto her stomach, in a rough bow-shape around her navel, and licked around it once before she set her nose against it and snorted it up. 
 
By then, her nostrils were bright red, and her eyelids had gotten puffy too. She had a single drop of blood trickling out of her nose, and she wiped it away on her sleeve. "Don't you want any?" she cooed, gently slapping Shepard's cheeks. "Oh well. More for me then."
 
She finished off by snorting a line off of Shepard's cock, then wrapping her lips around it and giving it a nice once-over in her mouth. It was totally soft, so it was quite easy to fit the whole thing inside and give it a firm licking. The taste was totally smooth and clean, like Shepard took care to scrub between her legs, leaving her balls and taint sweet and musky with just a hint of saltiness from sweat, a taste that that Kelly only noticed after sucking on her bulge for a good few seconds. She licked her lips in pleasure at the sexy taste, then pulled away and finished off the last of this bag of Nova (she had more) by sprinkling it on the top of Shepard's feet. The powder at the bottom had the largest granules, and when she snorted them, her body seized up as a relative chunk of MDMA hit her nostrils. "Oooohwaaaa… oh fuck," she bit her lip, masturbating her hard cock through the fabric of her suit. Her pupils were totally dilated, giving everything a blurry, smooth look as her eyes took in more light than normal. Her legs felt weak and she swayed lightly from side to side. Her lungs were burning. Regrettably, it was probably time to stop… "Fuck it," she giggled, popping another bag open and sprinkling lines on Lexanna's thighs, letting all 6 inches of tongue drool out before taking a long slurp of the drug, leaving two glistening lines of spit on her legs. She pushed her face between her thighs and let her tongue out, licking Shepard's taint and balls, loving the 'tight' feeling of Lexanna's thighs squeezing her tongue. Thanks to her saliva, it was wet in no time, and she pulled away after planting another dozen kisses on Shepard's thighs, leaving a trail of red lipstick smudges around her groin. "Mmmm." 
 
She sank down to Shepard's toes and began to lick her feet, only spending a moment on her soles before deciding she liked the tops better. Utterly smooth, porcelain skin. Her tongue slurped around, getting everywhere, as her inhibitions were a long-forgotten memory thanks to the uppers. On a drug-induced whim, she wrapped her lips around her toe, and sucked for a moment before pulling away, then licked up her feet and legs. Even unconscious, the commander's toes twitched thanks to the sensitivity. 
 
Kelly climbed back up on the bed as her tongue slid up Shep's leg to her thigh, and she paused momentarily to lap the commander's balls again, ensuring they were nice and wet. They felt pretty firm from the outside. "Feel good, babe?" she breathed, gliding her hands over the curve of her hips. "I thought so."
 
Lexanna moaned pathetically as she started to come to. She couldn't even open her eyes, and her breathing was dangerously shallow. Kelly on the other hand was starting to feel the lines hitting, one by one, as the endorphins entered her bloodstream.
 
The most exciting part was knowing she'd taken too much. Because they took a little while to start working, she could take a few hits over a short period of time, and then a few minutes later, those hits would start working, one after another, layering overtop of each other until she was a dazed mess. And there was no way to un-snort a line. She'd taken too much for sure, although only a tiny nosebleed had resulted, and right now she felt fucking amazing. Everything tingled, from her toes to her scalp, and strangely, even her gums and tongue were buzzing. The drug, passing over the mucous glands in her nose, had infiltrated her saliva and was now coming out of the little glands beneath her tongue. But it was mostly in her head, mostly her eyes actually, making colors more vivid and shapes exaggerated. Shepard's body was an hourglass, even more gorgeous than usual, and Kelly spent a few more minutes sniffing, licking, and rubbing her curves. "God your nipples are fucking pink," she mumbled. Her thoughts were making a little less sense. Her inhibitions were being crushed by the amphetamine, until the point where she pushed her mouth against Shepard's and kissed her deeply, prying her lips open with her tongue while squeezing her chest roughly. "You taste good, babe," she murmured, before closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side to French her more deeply. Shepard was completely powerless to resist, sitting there with her eyes unfocused, her grip on reality so loose that she couldn't even tell what was happening. Kelly finished the kiss only after biting down on Shep's lower lip, pulling it away before it slipped back into place against her teeth. 
 
Shepard moaned, stirring, while Kelly straddled her chest. "Hold still, lover, I want to feel good…" She unzipped herself, freeing her dick and balls from the too-hot suit, which immediately slapped down and wedged itself in her cleavage. Kelly cooed appreciatively, wrapping her fingers around Shepard's chest and squeezing them around her dick, gliding them up and down her pulsing rod for a nice firm titjob. "Your tits are just so nice, Shepard," she gushed, staring the commander right in the eye. Her own pupils were totally blown out, a perfect contrast to Lexanna's irises, constricted to pinpricks in fear. Chambers misunderstood the look for excitement, and squealed in joy at Shepard's "consensual" agreement.
 
Her cock was twelve and a half inches long. Kelly was the kind of person to measure it exactly. Her balls were plump and fat, weighing about a pound each, nice and gooshy and perfect for massaging. She rolled her hips, fucking Shep's cleavage and letting her ballsack drag up and down her tummy, even pressing it between her tits when she felt like doing 'deep.' All the while, the drugs swirled in her system, making her more and more unhinged while slimy cum spilled from her tip onto Shepard's neck and collar.
 
"Stop," she gasped, even though the word was slurred and her eyes unfocused. "Don't do this… I don't want…"
 
"Quiet," Kelly snapped, reaching over to the table and grabbing the rag full of chloroform. She pressed it up against her nose for just a moment, enough to make Shepard woozy, and her head fell backwards onto the bed as the yeoman started to fuck her tits a lot harder. "Unh. My dick is so… sensitive. I think I might blow already, Shepard…" Her cock was twitching like crazy, shooting precum almost onto Lexi's face, her balls clearly excited to dump their load. "I can't tell you the number of times I've masturbated to pictures of your tits," she hissed, staring right at her cleavage as she humped it. "So big. So shapely. So perfect…" thump thump thump thump. Her balls slapping her underboob. Her cock was curved gracefully upwards, enough that as she lifted her ass upwards, she still had a good angle to fuck her chest. "Nnnh… nnn… Shepard…" she whined, before screaming in ecstasy and biting her lip as a thick splatter of cum splashed onto her face. Rope by sticky rope she painted Shepard's jaw and throat with her cream. Her legs spasmed and she fell back down, making her dick tilt upwards through Shep's cleavage and squirt onto her face, covering her eye, her nose, her mouth. Kelly kept on jerking herself off until she was good and finished, her cock feeling like it was about to explode again already even though she'd just finished. "You're magnificent, I love you," she whispered, shifting herself again and laying on Shepard's chest, kissing her deeply and passionately as if they were girlfriends. 
 
Lexanna clamped her mouth shut, and Kelly felt it coming with just enough warning that she backed off and didn't get her tongue bitten. "Now now, don't be that way," she cooed, stepping off the bed to retrieve her bottle of chloroform. The word ANVIL was printed on the side, it seemed like she'd bought it as an anesthesia. It was a colorless liquid, not obviously different from water. A sweet taste and a strong, flowery smell, almost reeking. She turned the bottle upside down and soaked the rag once again, then stepped up and straddled Shepard's chest, laying her cock right on her face. 
 
"I gave you what you wanted, right?" she breathed. "Lots and lots of cum. Now you're going to give me what I want… your beautiful throat, Shepard. I've always wanted it, ever since I first saw you. You think we don't notice when you put on lipstick? Unh…" she moaned, stroking herself quickly again while staring at her eyes. She lifted up her dick, then let it slap back down hard enough to whack her nose and make her wince. But she didn't open her mouth. "Come on, open up, slut," she groaned, her cock begging for more pleasure. She slapped it around her face at least a dozen times, until her meat was actually starting to hurt. Every time she did, it pulled some of the cum from Shep's skin and formed a little line between it and her dick, which only made things messier once she started really slapping her. Nice and hard, punishing her face with her hard cock. She shrieked, pushing her fingers into Shepard's mouth, trying to force her to open; but the jaw is the strongest muscle in the human body, and she simply couldn't get the commander to stop clenching. 
 
"Anvil to the rescue," she said brightly, holding the cloth above Shepard's face and letting the colorless liquid drip down. Lexanna just glared up with hatred, even though she could barely keep her eyes open. Kelly chuckled. "Fine fine, I'll try it, just so you don't feel lonely," she said, lifting the rag to her face and breathing deep. "Snnnnnn…. Hnnnnh. Oh yeah. Like all my troubles are melting away." Even a casual hit was strong enough to make her feel pretty good, especially in conjunction with the other drugs. "Now, don't you want some, Shepard? Of course you do. Hold still." She clamped her hand down over her face, roughly holding Shepard against the bed as she squirmed, tugging on all four of the leads that held her down and making the bed creak slightly. Kelly just giggled at this, taking a moment to watch the fight drain from her body, but then getting distracted by the glaze of cum on her face and hungrily licking it off with her long tongue, scooping up her own jizz and swallowing it happily. It took another thirty seconds before Shep was totally pacified again. It was easier the second time, since she'd already been affected. Kelly lifted the cloth up to her own face and took a nice drag, her eyes crossing like she was huffing gasoline.
 
"Now don't you dare go to sleep on me," she cooed, grinding her balls on her face. "I want to look you in the eyes when I fuck you. Just like lovers do." She giggled again, then reached around Shep's head and tilted it up, pressing her slick cockhead against her lips and effortlessly slipping inside. "Ohhhhh… Oh god!" It was like a silken dicksleeve, made just for her. Shepard's mouth was extraordinarily wet… The anvil had made her mouth too numb to swallow, and her saliva had built up pretty good over the last ten minutes. It was lucky that she hadn't choked on her own tongue. At first, Kelly tried to stay slow and passionate, sating her lust for Shepard's throat subtly, pushing the first inch into it and letting a shiver pass through her body. "God," she whispered, introducing a second inch, and then a third.
 
At this point, Shepard retched. Her throat constricted weakly (numbed by the anvil, naturally) and tried in vain to push Kelly free of her windpipe. "Ah ah ah, you had your fun, now I have mine," she said again, wagging a finger childishly. The MDMA was making the world seem like it was dripping with fun. Actually, the wallpaper was dripping down the walls… that was pretty cool. Her brain was frying like an egg, and it was only the fact that she'd been going clubbing since she was 17 that she could keep cool under the assault of pleasure the drugs were giving her. She kept her hands wrapped around her head, but pressed her thumbs against her cheeks, holding her firmly in place as she raped her throat deeper, clenching her muscles and drilling inch after inch down her neck, able to see her own bulge sticking out and throbbing. She looked up at Shepard's eyes, and noticed they were glazed-over and dim. "Hey! Listen up, bitch!" she roared, slapping the commander's face. "I don't fuck wet blankets. Get in the game and pleasure me," she hissed, pulling out a few inches before ramming back in, pulverizing Shepard's resistance and making her gurgle on dick. Kelly was out-of-it enough that her cock-gargling seemed like an acceptable form of pleasuring, and she closed her eyes and tilted her head back to enjoy riding Shepard's face.
 
"You'll never be anything but a wet blanket you know, not as long as you let women treat you like this," she purred silkily. "Letting them use your body as their limp little fucksleeve. Miranda doesn't know, but I saw the video," she said with a naughty grin. "I was so hoping you'd be weak enough that you'd come for my help…" Kelly licked her lips slowly. "You know, someone as weak as you doesn't even deserve to be captain. You're nothing but a slut, a cumdump, a whore who loves sex so much she doesn't even ask for money…" Kelly brushed back a lock of hair from her face, sweating profusely as she drilled Shepard's throat. "Maybe you can convince the men that you're a strong, powerful lady… but all the women on the Normandy know you're just a sexy little piece of rape-meat. I saw the video, you couldn't stop your cock from leaking… Even though you say you hate it, I know that secretly you're loving this, even if you can't admit it."
 
All the while, she pushed deeper, fucking Shepard's throat harder and stretching it out with her fat slab of femcock. "Because I am superior to you," she hissed, forcing a wet glurk out of Shepard as she hilted inside, somehow cramming all twelve inches past her lips so the commander's lipstick smeared off in a circle around her base. "You don't even have the biggest dick on the ship. Why should you be leader? The only good part about you is your mouth, and that's only when someone's using it for its true purpose, a cum-hose that they can pleasure themselves on twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week." Her voice was a deep growl. She laid the rag over her face and took another hit of anvil.
 
Shepard's body was traitorously aroused, her cock standing straight up and pulsing needfully against Kelly's lower back. Up till now, Kelly had been ignoring it, but her toes curled with the last hit of chloroform and ended up dragging across the sides of Shep's dick. She smirked, coming up with a naughty idea, and then wrapped her toes clumsily around her rod. Then, slowly, pink-painted toenails gliding up and down her needy prick. She felt Shepard's throat clamp down hard on her dick, which just made her giggle and pump her face a little harder while quickly settling into a smooth motion for the footjob… At first it was clumsy and jerky, but in no time she felt Shepard orgasm, her cock twitching and oozing a tiny, tiny amount of fluid onto her toes. There was no hot splatter of cum, but she didn't even notice in her drugged-up state.
 
Shepard thought she'd be quick. Hoped she'd be quick. After all, the second orgasm usually feels the best. Kelly was warmed up and she'd already slicked her urethra in cum, surely the next one would come soon…
 
Surely soon now…
 
Please, god, let her finish…
 
Shepard couldn't stop cumming, her balls slowly turning red from pent-up frustration. Miranda's jizz was like a cement block lodged in her prostate, there was simply nothing coming out. Every time she did, she felt a rush of heat in her nuts as cum struggled to get free, but ended up just swirling around in her body and going nowhere, and then her balls filled up again… It was a nightmare. She hadn't had a clean breath of fresh air in hours.
 
Kelly seemed unwilling to cum. Hours passed and she just continued to slowly fuck her and heap abuse down onto her crushed ego. It seemed like she never ran out of horrible things to say. "Bitch!" she spat, giving Shepard a firm slap on the cheek. Her dark lips were curled into a cruel smile as she glared into the woman's eyes, enjoying the rape on a more psychological level, and not as concerned with just getting her dick wet. "I'm going to email that video to every last crewmember so they can have their way with you," she whispered, spitting onto Shepard's face and giving her another firm slap. "You're an utter failure. The galaxy needs better heroes than you… You, Shepard? You're just a sextoy." She held herself at the hilt in Shepard's throat for an unimaginably long time, completely cutting off her air and choking her out for three minutes straight. Stared at her while she squirmed. When she saw Shep's eyes roll back, she knew she had to pull out, but she never completely removed herself from Lexanna's mouth and never gave her more than thirty seconds of clear (if restricted) breathing before she plunged her cock straight down that hole again, moaning as she edged herself like mad. 
 
"It's really hard to stop yourself from blowing… in such a sweet throat… you know?" she panted, sweat coating most of her body. She wasn't burning hot anymore, the sweat cooling her and she wasn't fucking very hard at the moment either. She actually felt a shiver of cold pass up her spine, and she wet her lips with her tongue. Okay… just one last edge. Then I'll go… she thought, staring right at Shepard's face as she dug her sloppy cock down her throat and made her neck bulge out with the size of her shaft, tightly wrapping her toes around her dick.
 
"Oh god," she whispered, face scrunching up in obvious agony. The vinegar strokes. Her orgasm was so close… so, so close. She shivered from head to toe and pulled herself free of Shepard's throat, resting her sloppy dick on her face while she calmed down.  
 
And so Shepard rested, her eyes shut and her body limp and unmoving. She breathed raggedly, her lungs burning and desperate for fresh air… Well, the air was still musky as hell, with her nostrils being just an inch from Kelly's fat ballsack, but it was good enough. "You love it, don't you Shepard?" she whispered, slowly moving her hips and smearing her ballsweat on her face. "I bet you were tighter before Miranda had her way with you… Or maybe not? Maybe your throat was always this accommodating? You sure have a gorgeous body, Shepard…" she bit her lip at the look on her face. Total humiliation. She kept stroking Lexi's cock with her toes, her movements smooth and subtle while she tormented her. She felt Shepard throb, and orgasm again, her body tightening up for a moment before going limp again.
 
Kelly lifted her ass into the air and started to fuck her face again, hilting her dick in the commander's throat in one smooth motion. Lexanna thought she'd die. Being cut off from oxygen again. It was just never-ending. Kelly's stamina was superhuman. She choked, and cum oozed out the sides of her lips, sliding down her cheeks even while her mouth was stretched into a perfect O by Kelly's veiny femdick. She kept pumping her face, not wanting to pull away until the commander's throat was stretched to perfect cocksucking dimensions. All the while, she continued to rub Shepard's dick, teasing it to orgasm over and over again… Quick strokes until Shepard came, then slow ones for a minute or two while she recovered, and then quickly again to make her squirm. 
 
"Where's all your cum…?" Kelly pouted. "I was looking forward to having you splooge all over my feet." She didn't stop humping her face while she turned around and gave Shepard's balls a quick squeeze, then noticed through her haze that they were swollen, even bigger than her own, and almost purple. "Oooh, pent-up are we? That's adorable," she snickered. "Bitch. Can't believe you let Miranda fuck your cockhole… I'm so jealous. You don't mind if I give it a go too, do you babe?"
 
Shepard managed to open her mouth to complain, but Kelly gave her a dozen firm whacks with her meat until her eyes crossed and her tongue hung out, looking absolutely cockdrunk. Semen had landed all over her face, like icing on a cake. Kelly pulled away, knowing that if she edged just one more time, she'd accidentally blow it. She pressed her body against Shepard's, letting out six inches of tongue before leaning in and slurping some cum off of her cheek. "Aaaahn…" The tip of her tongue trailed down as she licked. She pulled the gooey part back into her mouth, and savored the taste. "Mmmmm. Yum. You want some? Of course you do." Before Shepard could say no, she pressed her lips against the commander's and gave her an open-mouthed kiss, spilling all that seed into her maw in thick strings tainted by saliva. She pushed her tongue into Shepard's throat, holding her firmly against the bed with her weight while she quickly undid the strings around her ankles.
 
Lexanna sprang into action as soon as she was freed. Kelly forgot that she was the only one who was really drugged. Despite being bound, drugged, pacified and fucked to within an inch of her life, Shepard almost managed to push her completely off the bed before the yeoman clamped that wet rag over her face again and roughly pinned her to the bed until she stopped struggling. Kelly shivered, sporting a feverish smile. "God, you've still got so much fight in you," she purred, groping herself while simply leaving the rag on Shep's face. "I'm going to make sure to drain every last ounce out before I wreck you for good, you know. You're just my cocksleeve now… I won't even let Miranda have you…" she whispered, leaning in and nuzzling Shepard's cheek. "Won't let you leave the room. You'll just be my permanent onahole… dicksocket… Mmmmm." She slid her fingers around Shepard's ankle and twisted it upwards, forcing Shepard's spine to bend and her pelvis to curl just to accommodate the motion. She pinned it to the bed above the commander's shoulders, then quickly re-did the ties, securing her ankles to her own body. She repeated the process with the other leg, bending Shepard nearly in half before tying her double-tight so she couldn't move a muscle. Shepard gurgled wetly, her feet trapped behind her head and her pelvis screaming in agony. 
 
"F-feels like I'm gonna get ripped in half," she whined, which only earned a soothing tut-tut and a cockslap to the face from Kelly.
 
"Don't bitch. You need cock and I'm fulfilling that need… trust me. You'll love it." She grabbed the rag and ripped it down the middle, then shoved it into Lexi's mouth and tired it around the back of her head as a gag. "There, now you won't give me any trouble. Right?" she cooed, cockslapping her again a few times until she was satisfied that Shepard was totally helpless. "Right." 
 
Then, she started to investigate the throbbing little dick that was Lexanna's member. She ran her fingers across her balls, making her squirm. " 'Oo fenfetive," she mumbled through the gag. The chloroform was making her mouth go numb again… 
 
"Your balls are really… firm," she said idly, giving her testicles a long, rough squeeze that made Shepard's dick stand straight up and her eyes water. "I mean seriously. Did you put liquid cement in these things?" Then she smirked, slowly coming to understand what had happened on the video she'd watched. "If your balls are still full of Miri's cum, even days later, you must be blocked up pretty good, huh?" Gently Kelly wrapped her fingers around Shep's meat, squeezing hard and jerking her off nice and rough, making tears spill down her cheeks at the sensitivity of her aching dick. She could feel a similar firmness deep in Shepard's groin. It was like jello that had set in the fridge. "Hmmmm." She kept rubbing, turning her hand upside down and pushing her thumb against the base as hard as she could. She could definitely feel the blockage move slightly, then a wide grin broke across her face. "Perfect!"
 
Kelly stood up, and checked Shepard's bondage once more just to make sure she was totally secure. Grinning wickedly, she grabbed her cock with one hand and pushed her middle finger against the slit with the other. "Hold still," she said, as if she had any choice. Still treating her like her girlfriend. Shepard squirmed in place and her head writhed from side to side as Kelly inserted inch after inch of finger into her aching urethra. It was still so sensitive from Miranda's stretching, not to mention that she hadn't been able to cum for days… It was over before too long, with Kelly reaching the third knuckle in no time, then bending her finger and making Shepard squeal into the gag. "If you keep making noise I'll have no choice but to shut you up," she warned, wiggling her finger nice and hard down her cockhole. Shepard's face lit up in fury and she struggled wildly for a moment, which earned a disapproving frown from Kelly.
 
"One minute," she whispered dangerously, heading to a table and sliding out the drawer. She retrieved a small tin, and screwed off the top. "I saw Miranda using this," she said slyly, lifting it to her nose and taking a deep huff. "Oh… Wow, that's so good." She clenched her thighs together as arousal surged through her penis. "I wanted to try it right away so I grabbed some as soon as I could. But then I decided I'd save it for you, Shepard~" She walked over and shoved the poppers under Lexanna's nose, but she shook them off. "Fine, have it your way." She pulled the cloth out of Shepard's mouth and pushed the tin against her lips, then put the gag back. "Try spitting that out now."
 
Shepard's eyes rolled up into her skull and she started to twitch as, instead of fresh air, every breath was filled with a generous dosage of slush. Her lungs started to burn, her fingers going blue. The corners of her vision darkened from lack of oxygen, but at the same time her pupils were stretched open and everything started to look bleary and colorful. She blinked rapidly as Kelly took her place beneath her asshole again and grabbed her hips. "Now hold still, babe. This next part is gonna be a bit crazy for me…" she licked her lips sinfully. "I'm gonna make you cum and cum until the pressure builds up enough to unblock your little dick." She pushed her cockhead against Shepard's urethra, and the commander winced, pulling away feebly, ending up just twitching more as drugs flooded her system. Real, hard drugs now, not just the chloroform that she'd been neutered on for the last hour. And of course, she hadn't even started to come down off the MDMA yet, which she could swear was giving her fucking skin a buzz. 
 
Kelly was naturally much more hung than Lexanna, but thanks to Miranda's hours of stretching? There was nothing but a smooth fuckhole for Kelly to push herself into. It provided plenty of resistance, but thanks to her own cock drooling precum, she actually lubed-up the next bit before pushing into it. Shepard felt her glans split in half and wrap around that larger member, forced to stretch again just to handle it. It turned bright red at the tip and she whined into the gag, only managing to make a weak squeal and she ended up huffing a lot more of the inhalant when she breathed in again. Her blinking finally slowed and she laid still for a while, just riding it out as Kelly inched her meat slowly down her cockhole.
 
"God you feel incredible, even better than I was expecting… that might be the drugs though," Kelly giggled, putting a finger on her lip and pressing down naughtily. "You have the best pussy, Shepard!" She threw her head back and went as far as she could go, her dick knocking up against the blockage of congealed semen. "Now you've had two dicks in your pussy, Shep. You wanton slut," she teased, grinding in and out of her sensitive hole, her own pleasure spiking insanely high. Thanks to over two hours of edging, she was shaking and quivering and biting her lip, hoping to only hold on for a little bit longer. She couldn't deny this was way tighter than Shepard's throat; even as accommodating as that was, this was exceptionally more pleasurable. She could feel herself bumping against Shepard's swollen prostate, vaguely somewhere below her cock. Her innards were hot and squishy, sopping-wet to the point that when Kelly started to pull out, a generous amount of clear fluid came out with her. "Awww, isn't that cute? You've got cum, but no more semen in there." She smooched her cheek, then slapped her thigh and went hilt-deep again, blocked by Miranda's little present, but furiously bucking her hips against it to try and dissolve it with her own sperm.
 
Thanks to the engorged size of Shep's prostate, Kelly hit the entire thing every time her cock drilled in. For Kelly it was a little extra sensation, something 'pushing back' on her penis, while for Shepard it was the single most pleasurable thing she'd ever experienced. She moaned senselessly, shaking her head from side to side and working her jaw. "Ptoo!" She spat out the tin of slush and it landed beside her head. "Give," she gasped, still showing only the whites of her eyes. "Give…"
 
"Give what? You make no sense," Kelly laughed, fucking Shepard's cock another dozen strokes before changing position. "You want my cum? Don't worry, slut, I'll give it to you. Every drop." She gracefully leaned forward and slowly wrapped her fingers around Lexanna's throat, pushing her thumbs into her esophagus. "Just need you a little tighter," she hissed through gritted teeth.
 
Totally cut off from oxygen, Lexanna jerked backwards, her toes curling in front of Kelly. "Give," she whispered, with the last breath of air in her body. Her pupils came down into view for a few seconds, hazily focusing on Kelly's face. They were totally blown out, and a few seconds later, unfocused again and rolled back up into her skull.
 
That did it. Pushed Kelly over the edge. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood and rammed her cock as deep as she could, pushing past Miranda's blockage with a single hard push. "Aaaaaaah! I felt it!" she squealed, an orgasm rocking her body almost immediately afterwards. She'd only been inside for a few minutes before she lost her mind.
 
Kelly rode the wave of psychotic pleasure as the rush of orgasm mixed with the drugs in her brain, wiping her thoughts clean for a good 60 seconds. For a full minute, all she was was a fucking machine. She bucked wildly, penetrating deeper into Shepard's cock, finally going balls-deep and slamming all twelve throbbing inches inside. Lexi screamed, the pressure in her aching testicles building up again, even worse this time. "Hurts," was all she managed to blubber out as Kelly fucked her senseless, able to feel every 'extra' inch she had over Shepard ploughing into her inner body and poking into places where no dick was supposed to go. Thick goo poured from her dick, unloading in rope after rope, load after load that Kelly had been saving up from her two hours of edging. It was like twenty orgasms released at once, her ballsack visibly shrinking as she pumped hot jizz into Shepard's nuts, which swelled until they turned purple from overstimulation, each the size of grapefruits. She poured Nova onto Shepard's breasts and roughly snorted it up, rubbing her face against her cleavage when she was done. "Oooooh gooddd you feel soooo goooood!" She pulled back far enough during one of her thrusts that she could see the ridge of her crown bulge out from Shepard's meat, and smoothly disappear back inside as she hilted. It was the best orgasm of her life, her nose bleeding and her eyes crossing as fresh drugs surged through her bloodstream.
 
And all the while, Shepard's poor mistreated cock twitched and throbbed, the most painful dry-orgasm of her life. She wanted to cum so badly, but something was monumentally fucked-up down there. Her balls clenched weakly, only making them ache more without actually forcing any cum out. More and more of Kelly's seed flooded her nutsack, making it gurgle wetly from the insane insertion, skin stretching and smoothing-out from the pressure on the inside. "Give," she said with a ragged breath, sounding more like Darth Vader than the former captain of the Normandy. "Give!" Kelly ignored her, focusing on her own pleasure, riding Shepard's dick until she'd milked every drop out of herself and the commander had experienced no less than 50 dry shots.
 
 
 
 
 
Kelly came down off her high slowly, her head spinning. She stepped away from Shepard's ruined dickhole, sludgy cum drooling from the gaping hole onto the bed. "Wait… why haven't you cum yet?" she said woozily, then blinked stupidly and furrowed her eyebrows. "Where's your orgasm?"
 
"Give," Shepard said weakly, the gag accidentally falling back into her mouth. "Ptoo. Please…"
 
Kelly grew more angry. "Please what? Are you asking for an orgasm? Just have it then, you stupid bitch!" She slapped Lexi's pert ass, making it jiggle, earning a tiny moan from her. "You ungrateful bitch. I blow like four hundred credits on drugs for you and you totally blow me off. What good is it if you don't cum? Then I feel like I wasn't good enough to satisfy you!"
 
Kelly's misplaced anger swirled around in the echo-chamber of her own mind until a wicked grin spread across her face. "Naughty little fucktoy cumdump. If you won't cum when I tell you to, you won't get to do it at all." She headed to the open drawer and fished around for a moment before coming back with what looked like a string of anal beads, except smaller and without the string. "A little dick-plug for you," she said daintily, holding her own erection in her hand and slipping the plug down her cockhole, making her shudder, and tainting the toy with her own slimy seed. Then she leaned forward and grabbed Shepard's balls hard, knowing that the last time she did it, her cock stood straight upright, rigid and perfect.
 
And it did. Kelly wrapped her fingers around it and shoved the urethral toy all the way down to the little ring-handle at the very end. It was almost as thick as her own cock, but significantly more ribbed, making Shepard squeal again like a needy bitch. "It's too late for sorries now," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head as if there was 'nothing she could do about it.' The mixture of Miranda's and Kelly's cum that was slowly leaking from Shep's rod was now totally plugged up again, making her purse her lips in discomfort. Actually, the toy had a very small opening all the way through the middle to let just a little leak out, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. "Bad little fucktoy," she whispered again, and Lexanna whimpered pathetically, sounding almost on the verge of tears. She picked up the slush from the bedside and took three long hits while Shepard's legs quivered in pain at being tied up in that extreme position for so long.
 
"Give," she moaned, groping with her fingers at something. Kelly followed the direction of her gaze, and saw that she was staring right at her own cock. 
 
"Give… orgasm?"
 
Shepard shook her head violently, enough to free herself of the rag again. "Pleeeease let me cummmm," she whined, in the most pathetic tone of voice yet.
 
Kelly quivered. Her dick was diamonds, watching the commander break for her. She stopped huffing the slush, and instead untied the gag from Shepard's neck and rubbed the fabric with it, tainting it with slush. She ripped it in half… the job was already mostly done, it just needed one more tug. She spun the ribbons into fat little plugs, and gently pushed each of them up Lexanna's nostrils, basically hooking up a direct current for slush to violate her brain. 
 
She stepped back to admire her work. Lexanna, bound and tied, so heavily-dosed on recreational drugs that her eyes weren't pointing in the same direction and her mouth hung open limply. Her skin was flushed red, like a full-body blush, and little twitches and shocks of desire pulsed through her every second or two. "Ungrateful bitch," Kelly laughed to herself, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now let me use your body one more time. If I go another moment without climax I'm gonna rip someone's head off." She knelt down on the bed beneath the commander, tied-up in a breeding press, a very compromising situation for a dickgirl to be in! Kelly pushed her throbbing cockhead against Lexanna's asshole, which immediately sucked inwards in response. "You're still sensitive, huh? Whore," she chuckled, before sliding balls-deep in the commander's twitching anus. Lexanna stiffened up and moaned, and when Kelly grinded herself against her prostate, she suddenly came… Her cock throbbing violently and bobbing up and down, but thanks to the urethral plug, nothing came out except a few droplets, maybe four or five.
 
"Huuuuurrtsss," she groaned, unable to stop herself from cumming senseless. Kelly only had to pull out and thrust back in once more before another orgasm overwhelmed her, and her back arched like a cat's, tugging on her legs even more. With Miranda's plug gone, Shepard could cum again! But it certainly wasn't pleasurable and definitely wasn't stress-relieving. "My cock aches," she said in a daze, clenching her fingers on her right hand. Except her pointer, which she made slow, smooth motions forward and back, mimicking the cockrape-by-finger that Kelly and Miranda had both drove her crazy with. It wasn't even conscious, just a dazed motion that her brain focused on, pretending to fuck her own cock. It was definitely stretched enough now that she could do it!
 
Kelly wasn't paying attention. She was sliding her meat in and out of her CO's body, moaning joyfully as she hilted herself, then pulled back all the way to her crown. It was difficult to pull 12 inches of dick out of her tight asshole, but mostly because she didn't want to. She bit her lip and kept in motion, like a fucking machine, watching her cock bulge out of Lexanna's stomach when she went balls-deep. "God your asshole is like a vice," she hissed, amazed at the virgin tightness of it despite it all. "Squeezing my dick… Umf. You can't deny it, Shepard, you're just a dicksleeve." She grabbed Shep's cock and roughly jerked her off, holding her thumb against the plug to ensure it wouldn't slip out while she masturbated her. Lexi squealed and writhed, fighting her bonds pathetically as another orgasm coursed through her body. 
 
In minutes, her orgasms were coming so fast and frequent that they melted into each other. Kelly fucked her asshole raw, slapping her balls against her cheeks enough times she thought something might bruise. She ran her hands all over Shepard's body, driving her own pleasure up enough that she came again, pumping her thick nut deep inside Lexanna's love-tunnel. She winced in pain, holding the Nova bag up to her nose and huffing the fumes. Her vision spun, an ecstasy of pleasure making her cock throb as she used the commander as an unwilling spunkdump.
 
"More," Shepard whispered, and before Kelly's eyes, she started to roll her hips forward and back, weakly milking the yeoman's cock, all for her own pleasure. "Let me cum. Please." Her tongue had stopped being numb enough that she could speak again, though her words were slurred "I need it so fucking bad, Kelly. Give it to me. Rape me silly… please let me cum." She was visibly sobbing, totally broken into a worthless fuckslut whore and gyrating her hips to urge more cum inside her. "I can feel it so deep," she whispered, voice wavering, before her eyes rolled up again as she took a deep breath tainted with slush and another orgasm, stronger than usual, hit her like a football to the face. Her head dropped like a stone and she twitched violently, only a thin dickmilk oozing out of the toy even after all that. Her balls were blue.
 
Dozens of orgasms hit over the next few minutes, though mostly for Shepard. Kelly kept herself balls-deep until her own was finished, then went right back to thrusting, wanting to eke out another one before she pulled out of her ruined asshole. Slowly, painfully, the plug allowed Shepard's ruined prostate and testicles to drain of all they'd been given over the last few days, and only because Kelly was so… thorough as she mashed her veined dick against Shepard's anal button and roughly squeezed her ballsack.
 
"I love you," she murmured, her eyes closed and breathing through her mouth. 
 
It was hours before Lexanna's balls drained, slipping in and out of consciousness as Kelly raped her hard. Sometimes she was gentler, sometimes rougher. Sometimes she pulled out entirely and gave Shepard a firm, tongue-filled kiss, which the commander responded to quite pleasantly, squirming her tongue against the yeoman's and moaning down her throat. Sometimes she just gave her a hot dicking. Everything was good. Everything was ecstasy. Shepard's balls had returned to a more normal color, and a reasonable size, after more than two hours of ruthless anal. She blew bubbles out the side of her mouth, blue-colored bubbles thanks to the Nova that Kelly shared with her. Cum flowed like a fountain from her cock, of course, stuffing Shepard's ass and throat, sometimes switching places between orgasms and sometimes not. All told, she came over 35 times, as the Normandy's shipboard lights slowly dimmed into the evening. The drugs had made them impervious to hunger and thirst, only sucking more juice from each other's body, drinking their cum and sweat freely. At last Kelly's cock was aching too much to continue, and she fell by Shepard's side, cuddling and kissing her warmly, unbinding her at last. The thought of escape didn't even cross her fucking mind. She was utterly bent. Nothing but a dicksleeve for other shemales much more hung and stronger of will than she was. All through the night, until she finally fell asleep, she caressed Kelly's ballsack like a lover, and Kelly returned the favor by stroking her stomach and chest.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 