A loud click could be heard as the mask tightened around her head.Soon a computerized voice could be heard."Female prisoner number 1LEZ4533.Retinal sc...n complete.Fingerprinting complete.Commence microchipping of prisoner."The guard placed a small syringe near the computer."Number 1LEZ4533 confirmed."Next the guard injected the microchip deep into Karen's arm muscle."We put it in so deep it eventually graphs itself into the bone. The only way to remove it is to cut your arm off!"The computer. As she walks, she takes off her clothing, one item every few steps. After each piece of clothing comes off, she tosses it to some spectator, without pausing or turning her head. The last item, a sort of loincloth, she saves for the hangman. He folds it up and sets it aside as a keepsake, a remembrance of her as someone special. Once the commotion caused by her unexpected appearance has died down, the hangman continues. He fits the noose over Naboko's neck. She's having trouble standing, so he. Mercifully to say, was going to be the #1 task of the assembled heroes here, and the dozens more of the minor heroines that hadn’t been present for this senior council meeting.“Not my problem anymore!” I repeated told anyone and everyone who asked, after the meeting was declared over.Except ... I needed to do something about Fire Drake ... and I admitted as much in private to Blackwing.“He’s going to go to ground, like a wounded animal ... at least for a while,” I admitted, “but he was a smart. “What if I got you pregnant?”“I’ll have a baby,” she whispered. “Please be quiet. I’m tired of worrying about everything. I want to just lie here and go to sleep.”My penis was still in her, or at least still plugging her opening. I had cum hard. I’d learned on the beach that trying to fight the natural instinct to fertilize the female was futile. It had been like standing in front of the oncoming tsunami, hands on hips, shouting, “You will not make me fall down!” So when I realized she wasn’t.