She bit back a sharp retort, realizing she had no say in the matter. She failed her mission, and now was at his mercy, no matter how much she disliked...it. He was right, she was a killer, a dirty assassin, that did not fight fair.“Begin” he says at last, making a sharp gesture with his paw, and the first two soldiers stepped up. One holding a whip, stepped behind her, the other with a cane in front and to the side. She twisted, trying to see what will come, but soon she was lost, too busy to. Raise your hands if that is agreeable," I said. I paused. "Very well, Bruno, you may touch her."I grasped her ass hard, one globe in each hand, and I pulled them apart to stretch her asshole and cause her just a little pain."Unnhhh!" she grunted explosively.Holding the stretch with one hand, I teased her asshole with my finger."OOOOHoooh!" she cried."Silence!" I commanded.Back in front of her now, I grabbed her tits forcefully, but I didn't have the heart to give them the same rough treatment. The handler then pulled the pin out and held his buttocks closed for another minute. Finally, the handler released his grasp and he immediately spewed forth a wet gooey mess from his asshole. The handler left him there for a couple more minutes while he completely emptied his bowels. Then the handler placed him into another small container and hosed him down all over with warm sudsy water. Next he rinsed him off with warm clear water.Then the bartender plucked him up and carried him over to the. Sighing Hartwell knew that even with all he’d gotten, what Zan had done was the only alternative. Flicking through the data a second time, Hartwell suddenly stopped sitting up. What in the hell was that? “Emperor? I believe I have discovered something that you and Mary should see.”Derrick’s visage turned to Hartwell as did Mary’s as it appeared. Hartwell explained what he’d found with a grim face. “This was a communication to Ace and Zimmel from Zan.”Derrick’s eyes went large, “Tens of.