In her panic she passed out.The box was carried through the house and loaded into the van and with a wave the men left.Brooklyn was awakened by a shud...er running through her body. She had cum from the throbbing vibrator strapped against her. Pulling at her bonds she tried to thrash in her startled panic, until she remembered what was happening to her. The sounds of horror playing through the headphones felt like it was inside her head. Her whole body was aching, not just from the night before. Entering the cab LuEllen was sitting alongside the co-pilot on the bunk smiling. He had been kissing her the whole distance since getting in the cab I found out. We all started talking and they both said nothing like this has ever happened in the 10 years they been driving for the company they worked for. They drove from Minnesota to Texas they said. The guy sitting next to LuEllen was kissing her neck and sliding his hand up and down her thigh. I could tell by the moan he was doing a good job. This time I just gasp.He makes me promise I will not run as he undoes my hands. For a moment I think of running. The reasons I didn't, might of been fear or the excitement of seeing how this plays out. Or it could be something more a****listic I really don't know.He grabbed me by the hand and walked me to a different part of the building, never told me to watch myself, he just let me trip and fall. I knew I was going to be left with some bruises.When we finally can to a stop he told me to put. When one opens the door of a crematory retort, one finds nothing resembling ashes. What Occupies the interior of the chamber is quite obviously a skeleton. The bones are dry to the point of collapse, and in fact may be partially powdered already, but they are instantly recognizable. They only become ‘Ashes’ if you pound them up with the end of a 2X4 in a bucket. If you’re real lucky you’ll have a cremains processor, kind of a Cuisinart for bones. I bagged the bits up to be stored for burial.