My first impulse was to go and comfort her, but I knew the signs of rape from seeing so many photos of that heinous crime in court. I picked up the ph...ne and called 999. The operators are trained to ask a set of questions. I spoke over her, gave my address, and then said ambulance and police in that order. I then put the phone down before the operator started asking questions. I sank down next to Chrissie and held her tightly. She tried to speak her lips were bruised and her words were. The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some restaurants. There were trash cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for taxis or their cars.I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling. "Take off my boots, Marcia. Srah, prepare a bath ... and take off your robes, both of you." What's gotten into you, faggot?" Marcia teased me, pulling her shift over her head.Srah stared at us, blinking nervously and probably thinking I'd punish Marcia for insulting me. I was grand-nephew to the Emperor himself now and an heir to the throne, although seventeenth in line hardly counted for much. Sixteenth, now that Talis had murdered our cousin Horus; I'd never liked him very much. Even so, it. “Oh don’t worry hun, there is always tonight!” she whispered seductively and as she did so she leaned over and our lips met. Our tongues embraced with such passion that I could feel my cock throbbing with an aching desire. I wanted her so badly and as we kissed I could feel her hand gently and expertly cupping my manhood. “I am going to fuck your brains out tonight, my Liverpool boy!” She growled with an element of satisfaction in her voice. We kissed some more and then I gently brushed my palm.