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Rey had thought, foolishly, that humiliation was marching nude through a Resistance base while Zildrog possessed her. She was wrong.

Humiliation was being **** to suck cum from Dakar’s shrinking cock. Rey lay on her right side, head on Dakar’s firm belly, knees tucked in toward her chest. She had hoped that he would sleep so she could rest her aching jaw. Instead, he held her in place by a fistful of her hair, making sure her mouth never left his cock.

Dakar took her free hand and placed it on his scrotum, then he caressed her back and ass. He found his way to her pussy, which was currently betraying her with arousal. He slicked his fingers in her wetness, began rubbing the wrong hole.

She tried to pull mouth free of his cock to object, but he tightened his grip and held her firmly.

“W’ong ‘ole!” she mumbled around the flesh. She squirmed until he yanked her hair, twisting her head until, uncomfortably, she saw his face.

“I know what I am doing. You will bear it.”

Helpless tears filled Rey's light brown eyes. Am I nothing without the ****? she thought. Can I not protect myself without it?

Dakar pushed her head down, cock rubbing uncomfortably against her throat while he circled her asshole with a finger. Even flaccid, his cock maintained a certain structure. It was soft enough to bend to the contours of her throat. Stiff enough that it only did so with effort.

He **** her to take him further and she gagged, yanking her mouth off of his penis. This earned her a hard smack on the ass and a cry of pain, before he **** his cock back down her throat. This time he used both hands to squeeze her head against his stomach and used his hips to drive his cock deep into her throat.

More than half his length and she was gagging, even more and she began to ****. More, and something seemed to give way in her throat. He slipped all the way inside, her lips now smashed against his pubic bone. She swatted his thighs and kicked her feet, but his strength dwarfed her own.

Finally, he pulled her free. She gasped for air on her hands and knees, spitting saliva from her mouth. He shifted from beneath her, stood, and pushed her face into the bed. She heard two hard slaps of flesh on flesh before she felt the sting.

A rough finger plunged into her pussy, and despite herself, Rey's groan was mostly pleasure. He pumped only long enough to wet his finger, then pressed it against her ass. She squirmed and complained, but Dakar ignored her. Even inside her own head, Rey failed to achieve coherent thought.

Inside his finger went, slow, but deep. In and out, in and out, he stroked her rectum with his finger. Just as she had become accustomed to the sensation, a second finger stretched her. She yelped and twisted. He pulled his fingers out.

"Too tight," Dakar said. "You will need to spend a night on the rod. But not tonight."

Rey collapsed with utter relief. "Thank you," she said.

"Come." He pulled Rey to her feet.

She was sore inside, and walked with an awkward waddle. "A-are you going to finish showing me those pictures on the wall?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. By now the third sun is up. The light would burn us."

She trailed after him, confused. "Then where are we going?"

"To my brothers. They have been waiting to meet you."