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  • The guards must be lacking entertainment today, for despite it being entirely unnecessary they choose an additional method of subduing me. They have with them a steel pole, six feet in length. From one end of it hands a loop of leather which reminds me of a noose. Gripping the far end of the pole firmly in his muscular hands, the guard drops this noose end over my head. When he operates it I discover the pole is hollow and the leather threads adjustably through it, for the band is limber suddenly pulled tight about my throat, pinning my neck against the end of the metal rod. “Come,” I am ordered. They don’t need to command me, for by means of the pole securing my throat they can control my movements easily. My neck is high enough above my body’s center of gravity that I have to walk wherever they lead me or risk overbalancing. I can’t use my hands to break a tumble while they’re shackled behind me, so a fall would be painful. So steering me by means of the metal pole I am driven along the corridor, like gymnast I’m a dangerous dog that has to be kept at bay rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings. The leather is pinched tight enough to restrict my windpipe, and I have to gasp as I’m herded through the maze of passages that make up the fort. Through the high windows I see open blue sky. It’s oppressively hot, inside and out. Days of idly anticipating being processed haven’t made this moment easier, and my heart is racing. My mind fills with the vision skinny of what awaits me. I can’t decide now if I dread the mark or the implant more. Yes the brand is a signal to the world I can never rub away, but the implant will change my very soul. The guards propel me in front of them, using the noose that chokes my breath. I quickly learn why they are taking pains to drive me so degradingly, for the two men freely discuss it. They want to watch my body while I walk. kamasutra As I stumble along in misery, I must listen to them converse easily with each other. “This girl has a nice ass,” one of them comments. “Look at the way she moves.” Actually I had been trying to keep upright and not trying to walk in a provocative manner at all, but contortion the natural gait that a female figure such as mine provides means I’m cursed to do so anyway. “I’m looking forward to seeing this one taken,” one says to the other. “I bet she’s going to be a fighter. I love it when the ones who resist lose.” My face burns with emotion, anger, humiliation, but rising to this hazing will only earn me trouble, so I make no response and remain silent at this news, staring ahead down the corridor. No doubt the guards are not alone in their anticipation of my failure, and if I were to seek revenge on every man looking forward to see me demeaned and tortured, I’d have to punish almost half the galaxy. “She might not lose. What happens if she’s the winner?” the other one asks. I sense the first one shake his head. “The bounty hunter will win,” he says. “I have fifty credits on her. Born survivor, that one.” The corridor we move along must be near the outer edge of the building than my cell, for the desert heat beats through the walls at us even more intensely. Before we’ve gone far I’m starting to sweat. The room where my escorts soon deliver me is a surgery, just as I’d feared. I see shelves of medical instruments and bottles of pills and colored liquids. Surely they can’t all have a purpose? What can all of these do? She needed to learn an awful lot of new Spanish words before tomorrow. This is goin’ be good. My futa-cock bounced before me, my tits heaving. Then pushes her to the floor. Anyway when Al comes back at least he had the decency to bring some Muck Nuggets as we called them and those poxy little overcooked chips they calls fries and then the cunt says it's his fucking turn for shagging and gymnast I had to drive, cunt. She was still bent over taking kamasutra it when I felt I could finish inside her. herself. This all led to her telling her mom about contortion after she got home. Bill and skinny Dotty thank them for their gracious hospitality and agree to meet for breakfast. I went back to my son’s porn website and looked through his favorite pictures. The stepdad who gave me everything, and limber I who wanted to earn all his goodwill in return.
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