SW-199

These dogs were originally used to help patrol the Misato estate, but now they were terrorizing the innocent, making children scream in fear. It was a disorienting and terrifying experience, being deafened by shouting orders and barking dogs, blinded by searchlights beaming down on them from watchtowers, and bludgeoned by the guards trying to avoid punishment by the overseers. Many of the captured men had been contractors and construction workers, hired to build these facilities. Only now did they realize that they hadn’t built a meat processing plant or anal anything like that. It was a concentration camp. On a catwalk over the entrance to amateur the main building, Blight watched the huddled masses driven inside. Many saw him, saw his “face”, but it was far from the most terrifying thing on this night. Upon entering the warehouses, first came the confiscation. With guns pointed at their heads and monsters surrounding them, the japanese people were stripped of their belongings. Though, considering they had been taken from their beds, there wasn’t much to take. All they had were the clothes on their backs, maybe some jewelry. Then their heads were shaved. The men struggled to put up a brave front, but the women and children screamed and cried. They were tied to chairs, staring at the inhuman sentinels working the clippers with their spidery fingers. Then they were all hosed down and deloused. This task too was performed by the sentinels, holding fire hoses and washing everyone en masse. Naked bodies were crammed together, both by the guards and by the water pressure. Everyone shielded their faces from the brutal spray, harsh enough to almost tear flesh, but they couldn’t even see through the clouds of delousing agent thrown at them. For clothes, they were given prison-style uniforms. The last step was the branding. Performed by the sentinels, every citizen had their name recorded and a corresponding number burned onto their face. No tools were used, the spawn simply held out their index fingers and their claws would glow red hot. The civilians screamed and fought to escape, to turn their faces away from the incoming burn, but all were marked, and all screamed in agony. Even Misato and his men were branded under threat of death. Like Dominion’s slaves, the brands locked their souls to asian their bodies, so even if they committed cumshot suicide, they could still be harvested. We only recently had a chance to get our feet under us. He started rubbing there and slowly pushed the japanese fabric out a bit until each of his hands could massage just inside her shoulder blades. Then come talk to me in room 512. She stepped out of it, and nonchalantly kicked it towards the corner of the room. He cumshot has obviously been a cop for a long, long, time. I would like 2 full amateur sized fridges, no freezers though,” I tell her. "At the present time, I am afraid that it asian anal is necessary." She muted the TV and turned to him. She was rubbing him through his trousers and she could feel him getting hard under her hand. She was wearing a very skimpy bikini with a napkin like bra, very little breast coverage. It’s not like I can help it.