In darkness now, she began to breath, a little heavier, panicking a little as she was now in the hands of virtual strangers, without sight, or the use...of her hands, totally in their control. It was exciting, but it was rather daunting, and naked fear gripped her mind, They led her from the office, by the roped hands, the unfamiliar heels clip clopping unsteadily along a wooden floored corridor. She felt herself stopped, clattering gates and then the unexpected sensation of descending, a lift,. Somewhere in the back of Hrokin's mind, he thought what an odd scenethis made. A dwarven cleric hugging a half elf. It didn't matter. Heheld clan and family sacred, and there was no doubt in his mind thatthis woman was his family.Tilara stayed awake another hour or so, then wandered over to herbedroll and lay down to sleep....Hrokin spent the next few minutes putting his armor back on, strappingthe thick metal plates in various places. The creaking of leather strapsand rattling of metal didn't. The first man looked at me with an evil grin in his face, saying the damage at the rear bumper of his car was not yet paid. “You hit my rear, bitch… now I will hit yours…” He grunted.He then pulled me out from his car and made me bend over the trunk. We were in a dark spot; so nobody could see us there.The nigger lifted up my tight skirt and he laughed when he found I was wearing a very tiny cotton thong. He ragged it to pieces and his huge hands grabbed firmly my hips. The bastard was going to. Yep, it was definitely cum, she thought with some of her own juices mixed in. She’d seen and gotten her husband’s cum plenty of times on her hands, but she was more curious about these messy secretion. This was what she’d be obsessed with for the last few months, the key to her dreams of a family. In her mind’s eye had seemed like some magical elixir that would grant her heart’s desire, and in a very literal sense it was. But now it’s appearance was just a white stick juice covering her.