Yesterday, a truck driving by the school had its cargo load escape. A bunch of loose barrels rolled out and struck a cleaner on the side of the road, ...owling over, crushing and killing the elderly woman instantly. Rooster had been hopping by on his pogo stick when he saw her mangled corpse, the crowd circled around her, snapping cell phone pics.“She survived the Great Leap Forward, the Cultural Revolution, only for this...” Rooster said to me, standing on the front steps of our building.He was. The feet of the man above him straddle his head, feet to shoulders.The vehicle is light compared to cars on Earth; it weighs only about 800 pounds.The vehicle is parked in the driveway outside the odd looking house where the monsters live. At the moment, he is the tread at the bottom of his wheel. His belly is pressed against the belly of one of the many women embedded in the asphalt, alternating head to feet, and feet to head. The 200 pounds of pressure borne by his stomach feels unbearable. I started to follow but was stopped in my tracks by Monica's next words. "Clare he's yours." Those three words struck absolute terror into me, not because of what Clare would do to me, but because I was about to lose Monica. "No Mistress Monica, I'm sorry, I'll do anything but please don't leave me." She paused at the door, then turning slowly she pointed to Terry, "You will eat him until I tell you to stop, is that clear." "Yes Mistress," I replied eagerly as I raced over to the subject. I felt happy to please Him, stupidly proud to have a man cum in my mouth.They talked for a long time about me, what they wanted to do. I struggled to follow, both because I was exhausted, my body sore, my balls in a state of unthinkable pain, and I fell asleep between words, unable to fix myself. He told her that she should release my balls whose color was disturbing. She replied that at worst they would fall and that I did not need it, I was no more than a domestic a****l. The rage in her.