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Why was she so vulnerable? It tormented her mind the more she thought about it, poking and prodding at what little scraps of dignity remained within her heart until they felt asian like shards of glass the wished to tear out and throw aside. The dark skinned girl sat silently brooding, her knees to her chin and her hands pulling them close as her eyes surveyed the dimly lit dungeon and studied each of her fellow inhabitants. Each of the other chained women were in varying states of ruin, their bodies bathed in blood and other bodily fluids, many of them gashed and cracked, yet so few so much as whimpered from their anguish; some were so complacent they even lacked chains, willfully staying put and accepting their fate each day without even the slightest resistance. These women had no souls, no life within their eyes; these women had let those men turn them into the very thing they saw them as, pieces of meat to be feasted upon. It enraged her, the torment and fears melting into her veins until they were molten streams of hatred; she refused to become like that, to become less than nothing. The next time her slavers came she would be different, she would do what had to be done to rise above those whores beside her. Today; it would start today. The sand-like shifting of the wall filled the room as several men in masked made their way into the chamber, the wall sealing behind them. Each of them found their lingerie chosen servant, some taking two at once; each girl responded differently, a few resisting, some simply accepting, interracial but not one of them fought back. The dark skinned girl would be different, she had sworn it to herself, and as the heavy plodding of her 'master' marched ever closer she readied herself for what she had to do. Lunging forth, she dropped to her knees before the abhorrent man looming, her eyes wide and gazing with a ficticious longing, her hands sliding up along the deformity of his bulk. "I've been waiting for you... Give me what I need....." She dragged out her words in the most sensual voice she could muster, all but retching at the sound of her own pleading. Bewilderment seemed to plague the man as he watched her beg, her hands already taking his swelling cock into an enthusiastic embrace, her lips exploring every bit of its gnarled surface. His muscles flexed, his eyes burned with contempt from behind his mask at her certainty of deception, and with the back of his hand a most savage of blows collided with the side of the young girl's face. Her small frame was launched clear to the side, blood trickling from the ear as she slid across the ivory floor, halted only by the choking restraint abound her neck. The girl's vision was a spinning, nauseating blur from the eye still able to see, the other immediately swollen and blind; with what little strength she had she rose up on her hands and knees, spitting blood from her lips and making her way back to her previous position before her. "P-please, master... give me what I need... Treat me like what I am....." Once again the young woman began to stroke and pleasure the man's throbbing meat, and again she was struck down. In a broken, pathetic state she continuously crawled back towards the abuse, driven only by the most vile of hatreds hidden so deeply within her heart it felt it would devour her; she would present herself to him, as many times as it took, until she was finally free of life... or free of the chain which bound her. Madre laid with her back embedded in the heap, a once timid brunette's naked form laying draped across her own as she hungrily nursed milk from her large breast, the other being consumed by Furore. Between two queenly thighs positioned a hulking brute with porcelain white skin, his bulging muscles grasping inescapably upon her hips as he drove his monstrous cock deep japanese into her pink depths like a beast. Just to the side, delicately stroking his lover's brown hair, Bloodhound laid in ivory dust and thrust his hips forward, his pulsing shaft penetrating Bird's beautiful ass again and again as she moaned into Madre's milky breast. The rest of the silver haired mother's followers remained as they were from the first moment the new arrivals laid eyes upon them, all with the exception of one; the lanky man, covered in burns, was nowhere to be seen, and had been gone since shortly after his 'mother' began to take her new guests. Indeed, it was Ox with whom this spear wielding man held interest, and it was Ox who he stalked through the depths of the dark wood. His eyes ever vigilant, he had long since spotted his prey, and in silent steps kept pace with the powerful figure no matter how far he ventured; the time was not yet right, his unknown service yet to be fulfilled, but soon all would be well, and the burned man would have his prize. The voluptuous woman's body convulsed with the Fingering might of her orgasm, her back arching as Imperium's mighty girth spread her entrance almost more than she could handle, its own climax exploding like a geyser deep into the womb of his wanting 'mother'. The glistening length of the pale man's cock slid from the freshly fucked womanhood, a river of semen spilling into the dust below as it gaped and throbbed from such virility. She could see his eyes fixated on her. He smiled confidently at me. “Thanks. Life went into a pattern. I heard from the others waiting to fuck my interracial pussy, ass and throat. There were cameras set up in all different japanese positions so that the viewer could have whatever view they wanted. Do you fill with rage, trying to find me?” Anna touches the center of Allan’s back, fingers dragging down. “Your turn Char.” Then Sandy felt George pushing his cock into her ass. “Please, Mr. Davies, enlighten me. I've spent all of my time thinking this through. It’s just a question.” Fingering My wife moaned. She was asian unsure of what just happened and she was having trouble staying lingerie on her feet. I wiggled and pushed back. Cassie joked back as she walked over to the dresser to get some loungewear. I walked to the computer lab. “Can we fight them?” asked Sven.