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EeevilJ [2016-11-26 08:21:14 +0000 UTC]

"Helen screamed in vain against the gag that used to be her uniform. She wriggled her hips trying to keep the cyborg from tearing her panties off and he took his sadistic time doing it. He ripped them slowly up one side and pulled on the other until they tore free. She tried to close her legs, but she was spread wide for the admiring eyes of the buyers.

Her bidding price had risen so high she was down to three potential owners. She recognized all of their names and they all hated her for taking out their best battle gear jobs. Anything they did to her would be deeply painful and personal. Her life as a slave would be busy under any of them. Literally.

Her rage grew and she screamed against the gag.

"Fffk ynnn!! Fkkk ynnn ffll!!"

Then she heard a voice across the room. It was Dillon. "What an excellent idea. Don't mind if I do."

She screamed and pulled at the bonds as he calmly walked up to her and stroked her flat belly then pinched her nipple hard.

"The bidders will keep bidding for a few minutes. That's plenty of time for.... you know... us to get really, REALLY acquainted."
 
He toyed with her and walked behind her as she struggled wildly, screaming for help. He was feeling her all over, invading her bound body with his hands.

"Hhhhppphhh!! Stpp hmmm!!! Nnnnrrr! Nrrrr!!!!" She screamed to the cyborgs as they walked away.

"Hey! Remember that time you got me so drunk I couldn't stand up in sector six and you robbed me after telling me I wouldn't be able to touch you if I was the last man in the quadrant? Let's test that out."

His left hand pulled her back to him. She could feel him going for his zipper with his right."

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