Twelve's voice was uncertain, the small, dark haired guard glancing at her amazonian blonde lover before she spoke. "How could we possibly trust you?"
Calvo kept his voice low, soft, reasonable as he replied. "You can trust me. I won't betray you. After all what would it get me? Like I said, the three of us stand a much better chance of making it than I do alone."
Eighteen walked slowly toward him, the sway of her hips enticing even in this **** situation. Larger than her companion, Eighteen was built like a fashion model, slim, and toned, her large, heavy breasts displayed by, rather than clothed in, her skintight white uniform. Long blonde hair framed a full liped, fine boned face. She stood before Calvo for a long moment, before her arms snaked out, bunching in to white-knuckled fists in the fabric of his prison coveralls.
She pushed him, tripping her prisoner expertly with one foot. Calvo fell heavily on to the ground, his bound wrists beneath him as Eighteen sat straddling him, her thighs tight along his chest. She stared down at him, her gaze cold. Calvo tried to avoid his glance being drawn to the busty overhang of her breasts as she spoke.
"We could just kill you here and now, and solve the problem once and for all."
She appeared to consider this option. Calvo felt his cock harden against the taut curves of her asscheeks as the guardswoman shifted atop him. Eighteen's voice was low and full of venom as she bent forward. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest , and her sweet, hot breath whispered against his face.
"You dare try anything....anything at all...then the only part of your body that will worth anything is your cock."
She turned toward Twelve, her voice full of authority, of confidence that Calvo was sure she did not really feel. "OK, we have lost the prison.... so we will be making base camp at secondary station. As for this prisoner...... he can be of some use to us."
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