When she investigated, she realised it was the bullet. So she cleaned off her scalpel and washed the blade in peroxide. She sliced the skin and gently...pried the ball out.She did wonder if the ball had damaged either of the long bones in his lower leg, but the leg had not swelled significantly. She filled the new wound with paste and put a large sticky plaster over it. She had found it in the kit that Ty had tossed her. She loved these new inventions. She washed the burnt skin and the open wound. No such luck. Could he be right? She gasped as he pulled his cock away and then he dragged her over to the toilet bowl, put the lid down and made her lie face down across it. Quick fingers opened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Another short scream, as he turned the water on again, aiming it at her rear. This could simply NOT be happening! Dirty..slut” he mumbled. His finger began to investigate her pussy. But it must certainly felt as if it really WAS happening, and Amelie knew. Late the next afternoon the door was opened and the bright sun all but blinded her, her eyeballs feeling as though they were being seared from their sockets. Her arms and legs, numb and asleep from the long hours of being tied and unable to move made it impossible for her to walk, so she was dragged up the steps and onto the deck, her knees bloodied and bruised by their efforts. Buckets of salt water was thrown on her washing away the dried blood and causing her to wince in pain as the salt. "Indeed, it was a thrill for Ryoko to watch as well, Azusa even fought like Tenchi!Similar moves, similar style. Apparently Yosho had past the lessons he had learned with little to no distortion. One distinction managed to catch her eye however.Azusa seemed to 'get off' on the combat far more than Tenchi ever did! To the point of playing with his opponents with a kind of fiendish glee.At any rate, he walked through the pack of roughens like they were a troupe of propped up dolls!"Leave...".