Fantasy The People Makers

"Who said anything about your raising a baby? I'll take care of that," she said.

"No, Tessa," said Taylor. He got up and hurriedly reached for his clothes. "You're asking too much. This is a bridge too far."

"Michael, there is no such thing as a bridge too far." She paused. "Where are you going?"

"To think."

"Don't think too hard."

"She wants me to get her pregnant!" Taylor cried, as he frigged Sophie's clitoris. Sophie's cuntlips were smaller and more delicate than Tessa's, and her black triangle of pubic hair much more shaved and orderly.

"Don't do it, Michael!" Sophie implored, as she rubbed his shaft.

"I won't!" said Taylor. "How could I let her raise my own child?"

"I'll do it," said Sophie suddenly.

"What?" Taylor said.

"I'll give you a child," she said.

Taylor's jaw dropped open as he stared at his first officer. She had the most beautiful, sexy body, with her heavy breasts and flat stomach. He would like nothing better than to see her grow big and heavy with his child. But-

"And how will you raise it? Will you leave the Survey Service?"

"Uh...."

"It's a dream, Sophie!"

She gasped as she felt herself closing on her orgasm. She looked at him. She loved him so much, she would do anything for him. "Don't do it, Michael!" Sophie had accepted Tessa as Taylor's temporary lover, but if he had a child with her, he would be lost to her forever.

"I won't," Taylor promised.

"So you'll drop her? It will just be you and me again?"

"Uh.... yes," Taylor gasped. And then sperm shot out of his penis.

Sophie angled it so it sprayed her chest and belly. After she climaxed, she hugged him tightly. "My true love."

"Hey lover," said Tessa, answering the door as if nothing had changed between them. She was wearing a revealing dress which showed off her breasts.

"Tessa." He kissed her and felt her kiss him back. How he would miss that!

"Come for dinner? Or something else?" She grinned at him mischievously.

Several minutes later they were nude and grinding their bodies together. Taylor had intended to have The Talk first, but somehow that didn't happen. As he rubbed his naked body against hers he felt his mind starting to cloud. He opened his hand, showing a tiny white ball in it. "Tessa, I want you to put this inside you."

"No." She resumed kissing him as if nothing had happened.

"Tessa-"

"I'm not doing it, Micheal. If you want my body, you have to give me your wonderful, lovely sperm," she said bluntly.

"I... I can't," he said, as she continued to rub against her.

"Then go," she said.

Taylor looked at the door, and then back at her. He was so much in love with her. He felt the warmth of her supple, sexy body. He looked into her eyes and was lost. He had to have her.

"So? What will it be, Michael?"

He didn't answer. He felt her hand over his, prying open his fingers. He felt/heard the mini-EMP bomb drop from his fingers onto the floor. Her smile grew wolfish as she pulled him down to the bed and spread her legs. He looked at the thick reddish brown pubic triangle and the equally thick fleshy pussy lips. She was offering him his cunt, and he took it. Tessa gave a sinister laugh as he started poling in and out of her.

"That's right, dear Michael. Milk yourself inside me dear, give me every drop. And after we're done with that you can chain me up to the bar and whip me to your heart's content."

As Taylor pounded inside of her, he wondered what he had become.

The next time they got together, Tessa started to demand even more from him. After they got naked together, Tessa said, "Shall we take another shot at making a baby?"

"If you want," said Taylor.

"If I want," said Tessa, mock pouting. She ground her foot. "Not enough, Michael, not nearly enough!"

"What do you want?" Taylor asked.

"Just a little enthusiasm," said Tessa. She put her hands on her hips, making her breasts stick out more. She pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him. Carefully taking his penis in her hand, she slowly lowered herself on it. Then she started moving up and down.

She leaned forward pressing her heavy breasts against him, making him groan with pleasure.

"Think about it, Michael," she whispered in his ear. "Think of fertilizing my egg. Does it excite you?"

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely. The sensation on the head of his penis, the warmth and softness of her body, all of it was incredible. He couldn't say no to her,.

Tessa's eyes shone with erotic pleasure. "Think of your balls, filled with sperm you're about to put into me. Doesn't it make you feel so manly? Don't you feel so masculine?"

"Yes," Taylor hissed.

"Think of making my belly big with your child, with our child. Doesn't that excite you!"

"Yes!" Taylor cried. He imagined Tessa with an enormous, giant round belly, filled with a baby. His baby. Suddenly he wanted it more than anything.

"You're going to fuck me day and night until you get me pregnant, aren't you? Say, it, Michael, say it!"

With a roar he flipped her over so he was on top and he pounded into her. Tessa cackled with delight as Taylor pounded her pussy really hard.

"That's it, Michael, you've got it!" she cried. "If it's a boy, maybe we can call him Michael too. Or, if it's a girl, we could call her Sophie. Would you like that, Michael? Would you like to name our daughter after your other lover?"

"TESSA!!!!" Taylor roared with anger and indignation. That surge of emotional energy sent him over the edge, just as Tessa intended, and sperm whipped out of the head of his penis, flooding her with sperm. Tessa cackled with delight as she was richly inseminated.

Afterwards, they lay in each other arm's, enjoying each other, totally open to the possibilities of impregnation. Tessa felt so glad. She could think of nothing which would make her happier in life than having a baby with Michael. Life couldn't get any better than this. Tessa smiled at Taylor, even as he lay beside her, just enjoying the sensation of closeness with him. He smiled back.

"You didn't!" Sophie gasped.

"I did," Taylor gasped back.

"How could you?" Sophie asked, as she rubbed his penis.

"I couldn't say no to her," said Taylor.

"Then don't say no to me," said Sophie. "Give me a child too."

"Sophie, are you going to leave the Survey Service?"

"Yes. No. I don't know," she gasped, as she watched Taylor expertly rubbing between her mushy red brown labial lips.

"Accept it," said Taylor. "I'm going to impregnate her."

"No!" Sophie cried, as she felt tensions building in her groin.

"I'm going to fill her with my sperm and give her a baby," said Taylor grimly.

"No, Michael!" She cried again, as the tension level in her clit reached a critical stage.

Taylor felt relentless and cruel, his sex drive spurring him on as the head of his penis felt so much in agony. "I'm going to fill her with my sperm, and when it reaches her egg, she's going to grow a great, big belly. She's going to be the mother of my child, Sophie! I'm going to seed her, impregnate her, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Oh... ohhh... OOOOOOOH!" Sophie felt an explosion in her clit, radiating throughout her body. As she was wracked by waves of tremendous pleasure, she barely noticed ropes of sperm flying onto her belly.

When Taylor returned to Tessa's apartment the next day, he was in for a shock.

Tessa didn't answer the door. In her place was Survey Service Captain Andrea Farber.

She was almost exactly like he remembered her, as he had just seen her several weeks ago. Oddly enough she was in her dress uniform--the long silver cape, the equally silver tall boots, the long buttoned down white uniform, as if she were appearing on parade. He looked at her thick red hair, her bright green eyes, and the familiar way her large breasts filled out her Survey Service Dayshirt.

"Andrea, what are you doing here?" he said.

"What am I doing here? What I am I doing here? I live here!" she cried.

There was something off about her voice.

"Where's Tessa?" Taylor looked past her.

"Where's Tessa? Where's Tessa?" she mocked him. "I had that hussy locked up in confinement."

"What?"

"It's my prerogative as a Survey Service Captain." She twirled her cape.

The voice wasn't Andrea's. And now that Taylor looked closely, Andrea's body looked thicker than it used to be. Her hair looked different too.

It was Tessa. She was wearing a facemask and wig, pretending to be Andrea. But why?

"You locked Tessa up? On what charge?"

"On the charge of getting between me and my man." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed. "Make love to me, Michael. If you do a good enough job, maybe I'll release your precious Tessa."

That smile. He couldn't resist that smile!

With her clothes off the charade became even more transparent. Her body was clearly not Andrea's. It was thicker around the belly and ass, and her breasts pointed straight down like someone he knew quite well. Andrea's melons were more round in nature.

"Andrea" purred as he inserted himself into her. Before long he was thrusting into his old flame. The facemask looked professionally done. If he didn't look too hard it seemed like he was really making love to Andrea Farber.

"Remember how we made eyes at each other in the Academy?" She whispered. "But Cherry stole you first. What if I had been as bold as Cherry? Would you have chosen me, or her?"

Taylor gasped as her insides massaged him. Even as he was having sex with Andrea he was at the very same time trying to get Tessa pregnant. "I... you were both beautiful."

"Come on, Michael! I was much more beautiful than Cherry, wasn't I?"

This is insane. Tessa is acting like Andrea acting like she's jealous of an old Academy lover.

"You... you were always prettier than Cherry," Taylor gasped. It was the truth, but it was also painful to admit. He felt like he was betraying a past lover.

"I knew it!" Andrea cackled with pleasure. "If you had been given a choice, a clear choice, you would have chosen me!"

Taylor gulped. "Your heavy breasts... your bright red hair, your brilliant smile... yes, Andrea I would have chosen you." He felt her body shudder underneath him in pure delight. Somehow, this playacting was turning Tessa on!

"I knew it!" She repeated, speaking in a triumphant tone. "And on Sheppard's planet... you seduced me, didn't you?"

"No, Andrea," Taylor said.

"Yes you did!" she said, her hips moving in sync with his. "You seduced me with your good looks, your broad shoulders, your manly chest... I was an engaged woman, but you couldn't wait to wear me down and get me in your bed!" She groaned as Taylor penetrated her richly, the image of the seduction fresh in her mind.

"Yes... I wanted you as much as you wanted me," Taylor murmured, as he rodded her again and again, persistently rubbing the head of his shaft against her inner walls.

"It was so special the first time we did it, on the Relentless," said Andrea. "Captain to Captain. We shared something special, Michael. We're Captains. We're a special breed. No one can understand the kinds of burdens we have." She ran her hands over his strong arms even as he continued to thrust into her. Her pussy felt so wet and moist. Her heavy breasts tremored with every thrust.

"Yes, yes we are Andrea," said Taylor, getting a chill down his spine. What Tessa said was so perfectly true. She had such insight into people, which is why he loved her so much.

"When you saw me a few weeks ago you wanted to fuck me, didn't you, Michael?"

Taylor bit his lip and kept thrusting.

"Answer me!"

"Yes!" he gasped. "I wanted to fuck you badly, Andrea! The way your breasts stuck out of your dayshirt... I wanted to squeeze them! I wanted to squeeze you, to fuck you, to come inside of you, to make you come for me!"

A wide smile appeared on Andrea's face. Rather than be offended, Taylor sensed she was pleased. It was as if his raw lust for Andrea was turning Tessa on.

Her eyes glowed. "Put a baby in me, Taylor."

"What?"

"A baby. I want your baby!"

"What about Tessa?" Taylor asked.

"Fuck Tessa," Andrea snarled.

"What about your husband?"

"That's never stopped you before! Fuck me, Michael, fuck me hard!"

Taylor slammed into her pussy rapidly.

"That's right, that's right, Michael, give me a baby, give me a baby, it will look like you but I'll tell Herbert it's his!" She laughed hysterically in a high pitched cackle.

What was going on here? What was she turning him into? Taylor didn't have time to think. Innate biology took over, and he found himself releasing deep inside of her. Pulse, pulse, pulse.

He sank into her welcoming arms. "Very good, my Dear Space Captain," she said, whispering in his ear.

The following night Grand Admiral Janet Chellina met him at the door to Tessa's apartment.

"No," Taylor said instinctively. "No, no, no."

"What's wrong, Michael? Aren't you glad to see me?" she asked.

As she kissed him Taylor suddenly realized the purpose behind the probing of his sex life. She had been using it to gather information, to get names and faces and to manufacture face masks and costumes so she could experience this kind of kinky, immoral escapades.

But was it immoral? This wasn't actually Taylor's superior officer. It was all playacting. There was no harm in playacting... was there?

Janet slyly ran her hands over her officer whites as she wiggled her body. "I've prepared a special meal for you."

I'm sure you have.

Janet flirted shamelessly with him over dinner, showering him with hungry stares and pretty smiles. "Do you remember the last time we made love, Michael?"

"Do I."

"Refresh my memory," she grinned at him.

Oh no, not again. Taylor realized now that everything he told Tessa would be used against him later. But he looked at that broad smile and realized he could deny her nothing. "It was a few months ago, right before I met Tessa."

Janet casually walked over to him, wiggling her ass. She sat down in his lap and put her arms around him. "Yes, I remember now. You were looking for a favor then, weren't you?" She squeezed his cock. "Weren't you?"

"Yes," Taylor gasped between kisses. "I wanted work speeded up on the Immortal."

"And I agreed to your request, for a price," Janet grinned. "Oh Michael! There's nothing like fucking a junior officer, using him for sexual favors!"

Taylor winced even as Janet kissed his face all over.

"I hope she's good, Michael," Janet whispered. "But however good she is, I'm better!"

They hurriedly removed each others' clothes. As Taylor removed her shirt and breast control collar, he realized that Tessa's body more closely resembled the Grand Admiral's than it did Andrea's; Andrea had a notoriously flat stomach, while Janet had the body of a reasonably well toned 52 year old. But Janet Chellina's breasts were rounder and as soft as jelly, and this set of breasts he was caressing looked like fallen eggplants. Very familiar fallen eggplants.

And yet Taylor was playacting having sex with his superior officer. Having sex with his superior officer! As he rubbed his body against her, feeling his penis getting erect, he realized that Tessa was enjoying the process of corrupting him, of turning his sexual appetites her way.

"Fuck me, Michael. If you want that promotion to Captain, you'll have to fuck me."

Taylor blinked as if he had been slapped. He had never... they had never-

"Fuck me!" she roared. She grabbed his penis and effected his entry. Taylor instinctively responded to the tight, wet stimulation and obediently started poling back and forth, back and forth.

"Ahhh, that's better, much better," Janet said soothingly. "Do it right, Michael, and you'll get that promotion!"

Taylor pounded into her, realizing how wrong it all was. She was bringing out the worst in him! She was not just reenacting his questionable moral decisions, but celebrating them! But when he finally climaxed inside of her, he realized that this was only the beginning.

Janet sat up, giving him a sly look as she rubbed her pussy. Her vaginal lips were slick and wet with their combined juices.

"A good start," she said, getting up slowly.

A good start?

Janet got up and slowly went over to the iron bar hanging from the ceiling. She raised her arms, making her heavy breasts jut forward.

Oh no. No no no no no!

"Whip me, Michael," she said. When he failed to move, she said, "Get over here NOW, MISTER!"

Taylor slowly approached her, a panoply of emotions crossing his face. "Whip me," Janet whispered. "Fuck me. Beat me."

Taylor stared into those emerald bright green eyes. He felt his hands reaching for hers, closing the cuffs as if it were someone else doing it. Then Taylor picked up the whip.

"Whip me, Michael!" she cried. "Whip me, and then fuck me!"

Taylor raised the whip, the tension written all over his face.

Crack!

"That's right!

Crack!

"Harder, Taylor, harder! If you want to command a Nebula class ship, whip me harder!" Janet cried.

Crack!

Taylor felt his penis stiffening again as he whipped his superior officer. What was she doing to him? She was corrupting him, debasing him. She was turning his tastes into hers.

"That's right, you pussy! Put some elbow into it!"

Crack! Taylor's penis tingled painfully as the whip landed between Janet's breasts. Her slick, sweaty body hung there, suspended by the rod, her beautiful breasts projected forward and downward, her ass shiny with perspiration, her body a pain magnet as she absorbed each and every blow.

Crack!

"Oooow!" Janet cried. "Harder, lover, harder!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Taylor felt a tightening in his penis as if he were directly stimulated. Despite just coming minutes earlier, he felt an overwhelming urge to plunge into the slick, sweaty hole between his lover's legs. It was with great relief when Janet cried out, "Now, Michael, now!"

He raced to release her from her cuffs. She felt into his arms, grateful for the embrace. He hurriedly carried her to the bed and within moments was plunging into her inner warmth. He felt so connected to her, so alive.

"Ooooh!" Janet cried. "Ooooh, Oh Michael! I love you! Aaaaaaah!" Her body stiffened beautifully as her inner walls clamped down on his hysterical organ. Her release triggered his own, and he found himself filling her with liquid he didn't know he had. He collapsed into her arms and for a moment everything went black.

"You know we only have three weeks left." Tessa was playing with his hair.

"I know."

"I'm not pregnant yet," she said, spreading her legs, showing him her thick, red pussy lips. "If only we had more time."

"More time?"

"Didn't you tell me that Janet was speeding up the repairs, at your behest?" She looked at him slyly.

"Yes."

"Well, couldn't she unspeed them up a bit?" She ran a finger over his shaft and balls. "All we would need is another month... or two...."

"You want me to what?"

Taylor resisted the urge to kiss her. Now that he was in front of Admiral Chellina, the real Admiral Chellina, he could readily tell her apart from the woman he had had sex with the night before. And yet when he stared at her face, the image of the previous night's lovemaking came to mind. The image of Janet's hot, sweaty body suspended by the rack as he whipped her. The memory of Janet moaning, "Fuck me, Taylor, fuck me hard!" as he whipped her again and again, her heavy breasts and vagina dripping with droplets of sweat. The image of her ass cheeks jumping as the whip landed on her back. The memory of her erect nippled heavy tits pointed accusingly at him as he landed the whip again and again.

This was Tessa's doing. She had done it to him.

"Michael? Did you want to say something?"

"I... I just feel guilty pushing my needs, the needs of my ship to the head of the line."

"Uh huh," said Chellina, looking amused. "Go on."

"I realize... now... that there are other ships with equally important needs, and I want to make amends."

"Amends," said Chellina. "Go on, Michael."

"And so... I would be very understanding if you delayed the rest of the repairs on the Immortal and reassigned them to other ships."

"Let me see if I can understand this," said Janet, leaning back in her chair as her prominent heavy tits stuck out of her Survey Service Dayshirt. "You want me to take the repair crews that I took from the other ships and send them back to work on those other ships before sending them back again to finish the repairs on your ship. Is that right?"

"Y-yes."

Janet sat back and nodded slowly. For a long moment no one spoke. Then she said, "She must be really something, isn't she, Michael?"

"Ma'am? I mean, Admiral? Who?"

"Who? Who, who?" said Chellina, hooting like an owl. "You two are all the talk of Port Auburn, you know."

"Admiral, I wasn't aware I was behaving improperly in any way-"

She waved a dismissive hand. "It's not that. You've been a perfect gentleman... as always."

Taylor shivered as she looked him up and down with a hungering in her eyes. He didn't have to screan her to know what she was thinking.

"It's just the reputation, you see. Yours as the gallant space captain, and hers as a man-eater."

"Man eater?"

"You didn't know? Well, surely you do now." Her eyes narrowed. "So... You want me to delay the refurbishment of the strongest capital ship in the fleet... so you can spend more time... with your new... friend." There was an uncomfortable silence. She drummed her fingers on her desktop. "Whatever else you are, you are a Survey Service Captain. In fact, you're one of the leading officers of the Fleet. You should be a role model."

"Yes Admiral." Suddenly Taylor felt incredibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Just forget I asked" He hastily got up to go, his face red. He had gotten halfway to the door when he heard, "Wait!"

He turned.

"Three weeks, Mike."

"Admiral?"

"The Sutherland needs to be refit so it can return to combat patrol near Ramada. I'm giving it equal priority with the Immortal. That means half your maintenance crews will be reassigned. That also means you'll be here for an additional three weeks or so."

"My... my crew will be disappointed, but I'm sure they'll understand."

"I'm sure they will," said Chellina. Her face was expressionless. "That's all, Mike."

"Yes, Admiral. Thank you."

Taylor came over to Tessa's apartment to tell her the good news and was surprised when Cherry Oteri answered the door. Cherry, his lover from the Academy days, wearing her trim cadet uniform.

"Cherry," said Taylor, looking stunned.

"Mike! So good to see you!" She gave him a warm kiss.

Would Tessa be impersonating all his lovers? Apparently so. But there was no harm in this. He started to kiss and fondle her.

"Remember our first time, in the forest, during survival training when they were chasing us? I was so scared, Mike!" She looked up at him with uncertain eyes. Even her eye color was correct. Tessa must be wearing contact lenses.

"I remember."

"Our bodies felt so cold from the river. But you certainly warmed me up," she grinned, rubbing sinuously against him.

Taylor felt himself getting hard. This wasn't Cherry, he knew it wasn't Cherry, but he felt himself getting very aroused.

She slowly undressed him. He moved to do the same for her but she pushed his hands away. He gave her a puzzled look. "Wait," she said, turning and sauntering into the bathroom.

Taylor lay on her bed, his penis proudly erect. In a way he found himself liking this, rekindling old memories. In fact-

Cherry came out of the bedroom, totally nude. And suddenly she was six months pregnant with an enormous belly.

WHAT?

She got into bed with him. "What's wrong, dear?" she asked, pressing her enormous belly against him. It felt soft and warm. "Surely you remember the last time you fucked me. The time you fucked me while I was pregnant with my husband's child."

How Taylor regretted telling her about what he did with Cherry!

"What's wrong, dear? Cat's got your tongue?" She grinned at him, reaching for his penis, and slowly inserted himself into her.

Taylor's body responded almost automatically, starting to thrust back and forth. It was a tricky insertion, as he had to work his way in at an angle around her enormous belly.

"Does it feel good, fucking your little friend while she's pregnant with another man's baby?" Cherry asked.

Taylor didn't answer, he only kept thrusting.

"Does it feel good helping her to betray her marital vows to her husband at this most intimate time in her life when she's about to give birth to his child?"

"Tessa, stop it!" Taylor cried.

"There is no Tessa, Michael! Only Cherry!" She snarled, biting her lip. "Keep fucking! HARDER!!!!"

What had he gotten into?

"And I kept doing it, Sophie," Taylor said, choking back a sob. Even as he made his confession, Sophie was stroking his penis as he once again rubbed her clit. She had once again gotten over her anger and forgiven him, as she always did, this time recovering from the shock of learning that Taylor was cooperating in Tessa's efforts to get pregnant.

"I know you slept with Cherry when she was pregnant. I was there. It was far from your proudest moment, Michael," she said.

"But Tessa taunted me with it. She said I committed the... (gasp).... worst violation of Cherry's marriage that was possible." He gasped again as his beautiful first officer fisted his cock, which was ramrock hard. "She says all these terrible things, Sophie."

"Then... (gasp) stop fucking her!" Sophie cried. looking down at Taylor's fingers furiously mashing inside the messy soup of her labia.

"I... I can't!" Taylor cried.

"Well, at least we'll be.... gone in a week and a half," said Sophie.

"No."

"No?" Sophie gasped again. She felt her climax getting close.

"I talked to the Admiral... got three more weeks...."

"Three more weeks!" Sophie cried. "No, Michael!"

"Yes," Taylor gasped.

"No, oh... ohhhh ohhhhhhh!" Sophie cried out, stiffening beautifully. Even as she did a small part of her noticed the tremendous irony of incidentally climaxing to the news that Taylor would have three extra weeks with his crazy girlfriend.

Taylor, seeing Sophie's sexy body stiffen, felt something trigger inside him as well; his penis exploded, painting lines of sperm all over her belly.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Sophie." He put an arm around her, as she clutched his hand.

Jennifer Hale was the next woman to greet Taylor at the door to Tessa's apartment. By now Taylor wasn't even surprised. He had even half-expected Jennifer to be next.

Tessa had gotten a facemask and wig which made her look almost exactly like his first officer of the Westerner and the Devonshire. As he hugged and kissed the dark haired big breasted beauty she said, "Glad to see me?"

"You bet," Taylor said.

"But I am not what I appear to be," said Jennifer, drawing him into the bedroom.

"That I can believe," said Taylor.

"I am one of the United," said Jennifer, looking him in the eye.

The United. Taylor shivered involuntarily. He remembered being captured by the squidlike aliens in the year 500,000. He remembered watching Jennifer scream in horror as she was given the isotope and her body turned into an enormous squid creature. He remembered the squid creature reassuming the form of his former first officer, a new Jennifer, one who mocked and provoked him.

Jennifer stared him in the eye. "You will have sex with me, Michael Taylor. You will have sex with me and give me the full female orgasm. If you fail, you will be given the Isotope."

Taylor shivered as Jennifer removed his clothing. His hands fumbled as he removed hers. Jennifer's breasts were not like he remembered, they were longer, more downwards pointed, and her belly was not nearly as flat as it once was. But the face was hers, as was the intensity of the stare.

Jennifer pulled him down to the bed and spread her legs. "You may begin, Captain," she said simply.

And so Taylor once again made love to Jennifer Hale. But that was only the beginning.

Crack!

Jennifer's heavy breasts shuddered under the lash. She looked so sexy chained to the bar above her head. She looked so vulnerable, so helpless as her nude body simply hung there, available to him.
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