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Candy couldn’t do it. Callis realized that as he was plowing into her mid-section. “Oh h h h!” Candy screamed when his shoulder hit her naked french men in the belly and the impact took them both down to the deck. Her on bottom, him on top. He broke his fall with his forearms, keeping his weight from crushing her. That pipe wouldn’t have killed naked french men him, but Candy probably didn’t know that. The first thing Callis noticed was that Candy’s top was gone and she was wearing only a bra and her skirt. A white bra, dipped deeply into the cleavage of her breasts. The bra helped lift the two mounds of her tits together like twin white pillows when he knocked the pipe out of her hand and he grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head. Clever. That is why naked french men he had scented her around the corner, she had used her shirt as a decoy. “I spared your life! You owe me!” Candy cried, struggling beneath him. She was energetically trying to get her knee in any position naked french men to ram his groin, while he was swiftly taping her wrists together using a roll of wide gray industrial tape that he had found earlier.“Willing is better, Callis!” Candy panted. “Can’t you see that? Forced is not good!” She was trying a new angle. Callis smirked as he tore off a six-inch piece of tape, while he straddled sugar Candy’s bare belly. “Who said anything about force?” he asked in a sly rasp. “This is force, Callis!” Candy cried as he lowered the tape toward her mouth. “Next time I will kill you! Next time m-m-m!” Ah, peace and quiet, Callis thought, right before he whispered. “Good enough to eat.” * The planet was a garbage heap. There were plenty of those nowadays with trillions of people populating naked french men the universe. Water was going to be hard to find. It looked dry as hell. A junkyard desert. Food, now that was easy. They had infested the planet with insects to eat away the organic garbage. Metals to, Callis saw. Hell, metal eating bugs would not be pleasant. But, with all the junk and garbage it would have been impossible to find the survival pod’s locations were he not a Compass. The survival pod would have a rescue ship that could be used to get off the planet. He could pilot a ship, but he needed a person with Devout abilities to go anywhere beside to the place the autopilot on the ship was locked into. He naked french men looked at Candy. He could smell her devotion. Sweet.

But, he had plans first. Plans that weren’t going to wait a minute longer—his cock told him. Callis was going to rape her. Candy could see it in his combative brown eyes. One more time, like Bonner had been doing to her forever. What naked french men difference could it make? Still, she could not stop the whimpering that scraped her throat with denial as Callis pulled her into the remains of an old family-sized hover car. One curved side of the round-shaped vehicle was gone, but the soft stropped leather couch seats were still intact. Candy struggled against Callis’s hand gripping her wrists as he tugged her into the remains of the hover vehicle shaped like a grotto. By the pressure he used on her naked french men wrists alone, he swung her around as he naked french men hooked his heel under both her ankles and he flopped her bodily onto her back on the couch. The force of her body landing raised dust from the naked french men cushions in a haze around them. Callis appeared as a hulking shape in the dust as he crouched over her, lifting her wrists up over her head. There was a small pole above her head left from a missing armrest and Callis hooked her taped wrists over this, then he sat back on naked french men his heels looking down at her. Candy could not contain her need to struggle against the loss of freedom, even though it was useless as she thrashed against her restraints. Her body seesawed beneath Callis as angrily fearful mewls twisted from her throat, until Callis was forced to straddle her thighs and pressure them into stillness. Her breasts billowed from the struggle and naked french men labored breathing through just her nose. The ponderous lurching of her barely clad breasts drew Callis’s gaze and she realized the dust was settling and she could see him more clearly now. She could see the embers of lust glowing in his deep brown eyes and she could see the droplet of sweat on his curved upper naked french men lip. See too much. To close. Then, she saw the knife in his hand as he brought it forward. Curved. Sharp. Glinting. Her gaze was riveted to it as he slid the tip up her belly. The touch of cold steel made her naked french men flesh jump and quiver as Callis slid the tip of the knife up the center of her rib cage. She shed a powerless moan, mumbled beneath the tape, and then when Callis hooked the naked french men center of her bra with the blade, she groaned harshly in relief. He wasn’t going to cut her.