And I knew the armor on these AFVs, although 'way better than not having any, wasn't strong enough to withstand a direct hit from that rocket launcher...out there.Fuck it! Umberto was up there above me, with his head sticking out into the world, catching lead and trying to see, so he could hit something back. He didn't have a vote. I was going to go for it. I charged ahead, blind, hoping to find a target when we got closer.I couldn't see Raymond. His Bradley was off to my right and well behind. Not too big, there was a maximum of five members as a rule. They called themselves The Black Doomsday Riders. The composition of the members changed regularly, with one exception. He and a pig named Brock Brody were there from the start. Brock Brody became his first Lieutenant.Life continued. Wherever they appeared something bad would happen within the next 72 hours.He became sort of a legend, strengthened by the fact that nobody was ever been able to catch him, he and his gang always seemed to. It was like when I had been burned by the sun, only many times greater. Somehow I didn’t scream. Maybe I was screamed out. After what seemed like a third of the watch, someone poured a bucket of cold water over my head and the women began wiping off the cream with coarse rags.I looked down at my body. It was obvious that all of my body hair was gone. It looked like at least the top layer of my skin was also gone.“The removal of hair from your body is because you have become a slave wife,” the. “Well you can look at her when I’m not around. You go out to the living room and wait for me while I make myself irresistible to you.”The second girl gives her a french kiss. “You’re always irresistible for me.”“Go wait for me in the living room.”We see the second girl go to the living room. She lies on the couch on her back. She pulls her shirt up so she can rub her thighs and then ub her bikini panties. “Don’t make me wait too long!” She continues to caress herself. Then she unbuttons her.