Hijiri had been raped almost every day since his arrival, but still, she’d beg for mercy every time he came for her, and scream like he was ripping her virginity away all over again. Cho hid under the covers of her bed and blocked her ears, cum but the sounds always slipped in. Dominion would taunt her, smack her around and beat her for her lack of compliance, and then violate her for an hour or longer, with Hijiri’s screams never-ending. To Cho, it was torture. Hearing her sister being raped, she was unable to see it but forced to imagine it. Dominion often told her what position to take, and Cho had a feeling he did that so she would know. This was just another way of making them suffer. Most often, he’d rape them together, leaving Cho and party Hijiri drenched in their master’s cum and each other’s juices. They’d have to watch as he took turns with them, emptying himself into one and then grabbing the other and making her suck him off. On days like this, he kept them separate to isolate them. He’d rape one, leaving the other to wallow in fear and anticipation. The guilt would eat away at them, the feeling of helplessness, each unable to help or protect the other. All they could do was listen to the other’s screams. This daily abuse was taking a heavy toll on Hijiri. Cho often heard her singing children’s songs or talking to their dead mother. During meals, she’d see her with clumps of hair missing and scars from cutting herself. It was like Dominion’s semen was acid, melting away her sanity with each passing day. For Cho, the only thing keeping her sane was the fact that she was still alive. She knew that whatever Dominion did to her body would pale to what he could do to her soul. She just had to be grateful that she still had that. More than sperm an hour of screams and clapping flesh later, Dominion finally ended his assault, leaving Hijiri passed out. But he wasn’t done for the night. Cho automatically began to cry as the door to her bedroom opened. Dominion stood there, wearing nothing but an insidious grin. His member was still erect, and glistening with Hijiri’s blood and wetness. His strength and cruelty made bleeding common in his victims. “Your little whore oral sister fainted on me. Now you have to finish the job. On your knees.” Trembling, she kneeled down and doggystyle he approached her. I enjoyed that as much or more than you. He would sperm fuck her if he had to but he wanted something different today. As they get slowed by this I have to avoid another sword swung at me. This thing. Switching to the Arkadian tongue I spoke up. My hot snatch clenched around his big, doggystyle throbbing dick. With party my left hand I reached over and started playing with her tits and her hard nipples. “You made your wife more open and eager to share women with you.” The angel laughed. I used the middle finger and index finger of my right hand to cum rub the frenulum in a circular motion. It was warm and fluid and just seeped everywhere as he continued to pound and just shoot more and more inside her. The sucking and nibbling stopped then a finger was inserted in my already wet vagina. “Why?” I asked, “Who do you think you are anyway. After that, she paused, and with a determined look on her face, swished her jaw around for a full minute or so, gathering up a great frothy mouthful of saliva. Rose said we didn’t do anything Rick and I. I said I heard you having an orgasm and before that I heard you giving Rick a blowjob. Along one side of the room ran a bar with a nice, hardwood countertop, a few beer taps, and an array of liquor displayed on the wall behind it. She said, smiling. I damn near stop weed eating. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. Should oral not programming a homepage be hard? But that doesn’t cure loneliness. Perhaps he thought it was a cypher, but why had he not asked Ronja for help it?