One hundred and thirty: In Kiran's hands

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That reminded me. While I was curled up on the dust and no one was watching, I tried to surreptitiously hack the slave controls again. However, a sharp pain shot through me.

"Stop that," came Dr Eisor's cross voice. "Since you still have so much energy, we may as well let Kiran loose now and start the next part."

I could only open and close my mouth like a fish, in voiceless protest, while the sharp pain continued to rip through me. I felt Kiran's hot breath on my skin and him pick me up to place me on a padded surface. His fist in my hair, he entered me slowly. The sharp pain danced around as if in play, melting into sudden joyous pleasure. At the disappearance of the pain, I relaxed and Kiran smiled down at me, lifting my legs up to drape over his shoulders. He shot me through with a heavy load, filling me up.

"A well done first."

Aggressive, fast and slow. In several positions and in several ways. Kiran slammed himself into me deeper and more surely with each stroke. If he appeared to be flagging, I don't know what the Doc did, but my body would react or do something that would set him on fire again. I felt raw, but things kept going. Long past the twelfth time, making all the chiefs roar with delight and amazement at Kiran's apparent prowess. Little did they know that Dr Eisor was using me to help him.

Time passed both in a fast and a slow manner, causing me to be unable to determine how much time had passed. From the weary expression on the Chief's face, it was probably getting late. Internally, I felt like I should be passing out at any moment. I was so tired and almost numb to the continuous sensations that my body was reacting to on its own. When would it all be over?1

It was only after the twenty-fourth time did Kiran finally release me and let me lie there in peace. He stretched as if his back was aching. My two penetrable lower orifices were leaking fluids. I had no idea how I had managed to stay conscious the entire time. When I turned my sore head and neck to glance over at the doctor, he only winked. If I wasn't wrong, he had been making sure I could not fall unconscious. He had made my body react as if under remote control. He had wanted me to feel every single moment of it. He had certainly made sure I made the noises and egged Kiran on.

The chiefs all cheered. Kiran's father looked relieved. I just wanted to sleep, but little did I know that there was still more to come.

I was turned over on Kiran's lap and slapped on the backside with a paddle until my behind burned with a roaring fire. I felt him stiffen up beneath me again and was amazed at his ability too. How could he still want to go at it again? Who knew what time it was and why I still was in my right mind, but here I was. Unable to escape.

My legs were wrapped around his waist and my head dangled on the floor, with only my hands to brace myself to prevent my head from hitting the floor. My breasts dangled downward with gravity. Kiran entered me to a roar of excitement from the watching crowd and continued spanking me, giving a small thrust with each smack. I didn't know what he was spanking me with, but the pain was turning into pleasure once more. Pleasure and a sweeping euphoria greater than I had ever known. It turned my head all dizzy, until I was doing everything I could to please him in this strange position, pushing with my arms to get him deeper inside of me. I went to greater heights than before and even Dr Eisor cheered.

Kiran sounded very satisfied and pleased with himself, despite the fatigue in his voice. I was righted, penetrated from behind and sat facing forward in his lap with him inside of me, while the other chiefs came one by one to pass by us. Dr Eisor seemed to have turned the sensitivity all the way up and as each chief passed, they saluted Kiran and touched me, sending a shock of more pleasure through me. The noises I made amused them all very much and made Kiran even harder.

When all the chiefs had finished their salute, Kiran stood me up and entered me from behind once more, while someone came at me from the front. He held my waist to him while I was made to suck. Kiran rode me gently from behind and kept me in standing, the chiefs held my arms up behind my back as if to try dislocate them, their other hand fisted in my hair. My scalp felt that it was about to be torn off. Each chief made sure to choke my mouth full and make me suck each one dry. If I threw up. I had to do it all again. I felt nauseously full from both ends, and yet completely satisfied. It was a horribly disgustingly good feeling that had nothing to do with how I really felt. It was a false sensation that masqueraded as real, overriding my real feelings.