One ten. One twenty. Good."She was showing signs of getting short of breath."Slow a little now. Keep under one thirty, but over one twenty, okay? Doin... good there."The figure dipped below one twenty and he took a handful of her buttock. "Come on, Zero Seven, step out a bit." She'd speeded up when she felt his hand on her anyway and glanced round a puzzled expression on her face, but stumbled. "Concentrate. Never mind me."She struggled to keep going, and her heart was clearly not accustomed to. Another Orc opens the door on the left wall which leads to small room with a baby crib in it, the Orc holding the baby places the baby Orc in the crib. The room must be sound proof because once the door is closed Ayame can't hear her baby crying, she's just given birth so it will be at least a month before they can impregnate her again but that's not going to stop the Orcs from having fun and they spend the rest of the night raping her mouth and ass.The next day after her gangrape, her shower. The stain stayed in the dirt for many weeks. “Sergeant”“Sir?”“If you ever torture a man to that extent without permission again, yours will be the head in the dirt. Understood?”“Yes, sir, it did get a little out of hand”“Yes, if he had actually been innocent then I’d be justifying to the council why the rule of law allows such methods. Since he was guilty of treason against the new regime, they will not challenge it I think”The message was sent and the next few days were spent guarding the. "Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!"Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them human.During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-shaped figure; his hair and whiskers were light, his.