“This is what disgusting, subhuman trash gets Fuki. This is what you deserve.”“No please, stop!” she yells repeatedly, “I can’t, I can’t...”I rip the brush out of her. The end of the bristles are an angry red color. I throw the brush away, spread her pussy with my fingers again and lean to look at the result. Her pussy is destroyed. The outside is swelling and irritated, the inside looks like ground beef. Scraped and bleeding her vaginal walls are raw with tiny shreds of tissue hanging. It seems weird that Silvia is being so nosey but I nod my head and start to make my way past her.Silvia apparently has other ideas and grabs my elbow pulling me over towards the bar with an “Eddie told me that he and Phil have just the thing to solve your problem.” “Silvia! Let me go… I just need to use the restroom… I’m going to leak if you don’t let me… heeeeeeey!”Before I can finish my sentence, Eddie and Phil are on either side of me lifting me up to sit on the bar. Phil pulls me back so. Even more surprising was the fact she was naked. Her clothes, clearly, were not saved from the ravages of time, leaving her body on full display. Her time being dead had certainly done a number on her tan, though, leaving her skin extremely pale, the only real colour coming from a pair of pinkish nipples. Giving herself one final check, she gropes her large breasts, making sure they're still firm and bouncy."Everything's up to standard. Now, onto the real magic." She said to herself, getting. ’ ‘Oh, home,’ I sighed. ‘Do we have to?’ I knew we had to, but I knew there would be more times like this to come. I slipped into the shower after he left, which gave room service just enough time to bring up a pot of coffee, a fruit and cheese tray and a copy of the Tribune. I took a glance at my phone to see that it had just enough power, if that, to get back to the texts and emails I had ignored over the past two days. I got to my work emails first, followed by messages from my mother … all.