With grins of sheer
lascivious deviltry, the three men arranged her suspended body to their
satisfaction. They stretched her arms over her head and slightly back so that
her breasts thrust up and outward. They pulled her legs wide, making her open
and vulnerable. Maybe a bit too vulnerable. Dani couldn’t help but squeeze her
thighs closer together again.
“No, little fighter.
This is how we want you.” Wynhod’s voice contained warning, but humor danced in
his eyes as he spread her open again. “Freeze subject in place,” he commanded.
The atmosphere
solidified around Dani’s helpless body, holding her like a pinned bug. No
matter how she pulled and strained, she couldn’t move. She was completely at
the clan’s mercy.
“Very nice,” Gelan
said, stepping back to view their handiwork.
Wynhod put his hand
between her legs to cup her hairless mound and found her sloppy wet. He grinned
hugely, erasing most of the menace he wore. “She does like this,” he reported
to the others. As Dani trembled against the heat of his touch, he added, “This
Earther is not repressed at all.”
The mostly silent
Krijero drew close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body. He
stroked Dani’s hair, his fingers gentle. “She’s nervous though, aren’t you?”
Who wouldn’t be?
Dani swallowed and answered, “Yes, Imdiko Krijero.”
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