There awaited them a truly frightening fate. The captives, 300 men were gathered outside the city gates. They were met there by the queens imperial g...ards. A group of women known for their cruelty and sadism, especially for prisoners of the empire. The captives were to be paraded through the streets of the capital, to show the people another victory for their empire while the people cheered and mocked captive army. The queen would lead the procession at its head, behind her, in chains would. ‘Hurry up and drink it then, so I can buy you another.’ I obediently gulped the drink down, wiping the foam off my upper lip with the back of my hand. ‘Are you hitting on me?’ I demanded. ‘I’m old enough to be your father,’ he rejoined. I only stared at him, straight-faced. Somehow. ‘I’m not old enough to be your grandfather, damn it, so stop looking at me like that, kiddo.’ I burst into laughter, which degenerated into stupid, childish giggling. He patiently sipped beer from his glass, eying. "So I proceeded to lie down on the table, with my hear right next to Whitney, who was still getting pounded from behind by my buddy. Sarah, was next onto the table, she straddled my face and lowered her wet shaved pussy onto my eagerly waiting mouth. I thrust my tongue into her pussy lips, licking her hole up and down, and massaging her clit with the tip of my tongue.At this point all I could see was Sarah's body up above, and Whitney's face bobbing back and forth from getting fucked. I. I am the only one she can communicate with, and it is clear that she is frustrated by the limitations of our vocabulary and the attention I can give her. She has much to say, and no words, or audience. I can see the cracking of her mind beginning. She scratches and plucks at herself now, and is beginning to lose interest in all things.”“Even sex,” Belita asked, surprised.“Yes,” the timbers creaked.Belita’s brows rose. “Damn. For them, that must be like losin’ the will tae live.”The rolling.