Fortress was a tank but even tanks can get cracked. With everyone accounted for, Jack could start regrouping.First thing was to get Zan stable. He car...ied her to a grassy area near the van where she had a clear view of the moon. Her breathing turned from ragged gasps to a more regular, but still labored, pace."The moon, Jack," Zan whispered."I know, Zan, hang on for a little while longer," he encouraged.He didn't like how quiet she was being. She was a mess but her pulse was relatively strong. .. Say it, bitch!” And the bastard stopped his strokes. "Noooo, please… keep me fucking, you, nigger bastard…” I cried…Michael laughed and he resumed his wild attack on my back.He made me cum. A shuddering orgasm washed my entire body from my cunt and I tried to avoid showing my pleasure to Victor; because I did not want to humiliate him in front of this brute black man…But Michael noticed my juice onto his cock and he laughed at my hubby.“Your white bitch had come on my black cock already… and. ..I glanced at Toto as Beryl Higgins began the opening bars on the village hall piano, sadly in need of tuning, but then so are some of the ladies voices and it doesn't seem to make much difference. Toto caught my glance and smiled as if to say' here we go again, and with that I led the ladies into what has become the anthem of the Womens Institute..."And did those feet, in ancient time..." and so on for the umpteenth time.I've been chair of the local branch of the Women's Institute it seems. “Mistress Wanda, it is midnight,” came the gruff voice of the Servant.Wanda picked up her bullwhip and cracked it in front of the mirror, feeling her power, heels clicking on the concrete floor as she turned and headed for the door.The cellar was dank and cavernous, used formerly to house a wine collection it had been transformed into an ersatz torture chamber, with a pillory, a wooden framework to secure head and hands mounted on a steel post drilled into the concrete floor, the centrepiece of.