As a parting gift he stubbed his cigarette out in her arsehole, threw her out of the taxi and drove off.Some c***dren, out on a conker hunt, had found...her huddled up and sobbing beside the track. The oldest, a lad of some ten years, lived nearby and invited her back to his house: There a benign old gentleman, the lad’s grandfather, found her a town coat and made her tea. The police and a medical practitioner were called, she had remembered the taxi licence number, statements and swabs were. I was a survivor, a lone survivor until the night that happened…Another night in the apocalyptic wastelands near the draining sea, where the water was going no one really knew, but the coasts were growing into deserts! I was caught out in the open, fallen due to lack of sleep and bare minimum food.It salivating head was dripping onto my nape as I was pressed into the dry sand, I was being attacked but it was, he was too strong! Amid my shredded clothes something thick and hot was pushing deep. I had to admit, the image appealed to me. Cutie, alone, whacking off so hard, he left that on the wall. "Yeah. So I guess I have to think of a punishment." Which was too easy. "We won't be able to do anything until after the wedding, of course. So go back to everything as normal - including not jacking off like usual. The day after the wedding, I'll punish you. Ok?"Zane looked relieved. "Oh yes, Boss. Thank you! I was afraid - I thought maybe -" Maybe what?" Maybe you'd tell me to leave." Of. I call to him to stop but he doesn’t. I feel my body building again, already. Oh, my god, didn’t I just finish one? But there is another just there, just at the edge, just beyond my reach. Until, that is, when he jams his twisted tongue back into me. My body reacts like it was connected to electricity. My hips jerk up into the air. Jamming my cunt into his mouth. I strain with every fiber as another orgasm washes over me, shaking the tight muscles of my legs and abdomen. I muster up the will.