I poured myself a glass of water while waiting for my coffee to be ready. The door of Courtney’s room opened and Mark walked out in his T-shirt and...boxers once again. My eyes started to well up as he joined me in the kitchen. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked as a tear began to roll down my cheek.“Derek knows. You asshole. Derek knows.”“How?”“He heard you taking in the locker room. Who the fuck were you telling? Why would you tell anyone?!” My voice was starting to rise, but I didn’t. You are beneath peasantry. I informed him.” He only grinned, “Thank you Madame. Enjoy the athletic display.” It is a curious thing about our land. Gladiatorial combat is technically banned here, and thus when displays of violence are to be had, they are not “called” fighting, but rather recast as lectures or displays of art or physical skill. The Sweet Science. The Gentle Art. Sometimes pugilism is recast as a merchant demonstration and is known as The Stern Business. But there was nothing. The guy looked at me he was about 30-35 and stocky his girl was slim and dark skinned she was smiling as she walked over all the time you were sucking away at my cock I nodded to the man as he slid in to the driver’s seat and watched you sucking me off as his girlfriend came around behind me and undid my belt so that my trousers fell down I hadn’t bothered with undies loll didn’t think they would come in useful tonight. as she reached around she started to wank my cock as it went in and out of. So they had tied her and brought out some large industrial dildos they got from who knows where, each the size of a baseball bat, and they had fucked her until her asshole and her abnormally tight pussy bled. She allowed them to bleed a bit, for their sake. Her skin had become cherry red in places from the slapping. She had already absorbed all fluids from the first twenty, but she didn’t use her powers for a lot of the time on purpose. Her hair was a sticky, matted mess of jizz and fluids. One.