“Rape me, but don’t do the other…” Without responding to this Klink releases his dick and then he mounts the bed, overshadowing me with his bulk. His cock is large, in proportion with the rest of amateur his body. He’s been circumcised and the crown is darker than the heavily veined shaft, almost purple with engorged blood. It’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. “You have nothing to offer me other than your body,” he at last tells me as he moves himself into position and pushes blowjob at me with the tip of himself. Stretched out on my back I brace myself ready to feel him enter. During the torture I’ve become dry between my legs and I’m expecting his penetration to be painful, but just before he spears into me Klink drags back sharply on my webcam hair and the thing Gaianesian females fear more than anything happens. The Hardcore Reflex. 20 - Reflex Although it is believed that there is a common origin between Gaianesian women and the Harkens, the millennia of separation during the dark ages after the solar flare led to a crucial evolutionary difference between our two species. Harken women, in their more hierarchical society, were less likely to endure gang rape than Gaianesian females forced to survive alone or in the loose tribal bands roaming our world’s surface. So likely was mass rape on dark-age Gaianesia that damage to female reproductive organs became by far the most common cause of death among women in the population. Therefore women who had the capability to survive rape with only psychological harm had an evolutionary advantage over their less lucky sisters. Lower species of mammals across many planets exhibit a phenomenon known as lordosis, where during mating a female reflexively arches her back to present her organs, while also remaining as submissive and still as if she were hypnotized. It was perhaps another mutation resulting from the flare that triggered the re-emergence of something similar to this in Gaianesian women. When our hair is pulled, down towards our spines so as to bend our heads back, we instantly become lubricated between our legs and experience an arousal so intense it leaves us in a trancelike state, with absolutely no ability to resist the assailant. There is no sense left of anything in us but the pleasure, and the completion that comes from being filled. We have no control over it. It is The Reflex. Had this emerged during a civilized age, the genetic aberration would have probably died out. But as becoming lubricated greatly aided a female’s chances of enduring on our violent anarchic planet, women who showed The Reflex were more successful and began to spread through the population. Our scientists estimate that by the end of the first millennia after the flare, ninety-nine percent of women exhibited The Reflex. By the third millennia, there was no-one without it. Then, in the fourth millennia Listu Adorin and her followers established the female-dominated civilization that protects us today. But there were no women left for the breeding programs to babe weed back out the defective gene. It remained in us buried away, a humiliating dirty secret reminding us we were once the weaker sex. Every Gaianesian girl knows about The Reflex from the time she reaches puberty. You can feel its edges doing something as mundane as brushing your hair, that little tug of euphoric relaxation. 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