“Casual?” Béla suggested, smiling. Jeff glared at her. They began walking toward the person who had shouted at them. As they approached a grove o... trees, two men walked out into the road, rifles held with seeming but practiced casualness down at their sides. Béla knew that both rifles could be brought up into firing position within a second if the pair of travelers moved unexpectedly. The thought of being a moving target excited her and ehs wished she was back on the ship being mauled by Beth. On top of being legless, her left hand was missing the pinkie and ring fingers. Still, she felt very self-conscious. Her face had been spared injury or burns and her uniform bought her a respite from having to answer questions about how she had ended up as she was.Alan led them through the restaurant. Brent pushed her wheelchair and the staff cleared a wide path for them. Off the back of the dining room was a newly-added banquet hall. Since opening a few years ago, the restaurant quickly. After the 50th lash she was removed from the whipping post and placed over a device designed to accommodate horses for mating. Prick was then led over her and eagerly and easily entered her cunt. The poor slave screamed for mercy but would find none in this hell. ~~~The beautiful naked blonde pushed the plow alongside her a****l mate under a torrid tropical sun. Suddenly a vicious lash from the carriage whip bit into her right breast drawing a trickle of blood. "WORK, SLAVE, WORK!" shouted the. It was time to make his exit. He resumed his chanting, waving his hand over the tip of his staff, raising it towards the sky. His whispering became a loud verse, the nearby reptiles faltering. They stepped back, eyeing him cautiously, not knowing what he was going to conjure next. As he slammed his stave into the ground, a wind like a small tornado surrounded him, sending a wall of sand swirling into the air. His aggressors were driven back, protecting their faces with their arms, knocked.