I suddenly felt like I’d spent the whole night drinking, my mind addled, my body tingling. Zander and I turned toward the source of the voice as I s...ruggled against his arm to stay upright. Two high-elves approached us, their bodies armored to the neck, the emblem of the Highlands imprinted on their breastplates. One of the elves was noticeably older than the other, his blonde hair now silver with age. “Wha d’you want?” Zander asked drunkenly.They stopped just in front of us, their hands held. After a few moments, she pulled me over her and kissed my mouth deeply. “Adi, my own Adi….” she moaned.I was rock hard, all 8 inches of me now. She caught hold of my cock and guided it through her love tunnel slowly and I descended. When I pulled out of the silky slippery tunnel, she raised her hips as if unwilling to let my cock go. I gave her very slow and full strokes relishing the silky feeling. Also now that I had lavished my attention on her cunt sufficiently, I noticed her breasts. They. Eventually Sir decided to fuck me, and took me over to a kneeling stockade and secured me in place, strapping me in. After lubing me up and stretching me out a bit, Sir pressed his cock into my ass, filling me as I was bound in place and unable to move. At first he left it in there, allowing me to adjust to his cock in my ass, before he started to slowly fuck me with short strokes, that became longer and faster over time....Soon Sir had me moaning like a whore as he was thoroughly fucking me. Who the hell knew what Bossie would do, but it had to be done and screw the med-tubes.That was another thing. Boats had once heard a tech claim that with a head and a short enough time after death, a med-tube could re-grow a body and save just about anyone. So, no head.Tweedledee was no coward. Certainly not. He was a narcissistic, brutal, power-mad, sadistic, Caligula. He was a worse than unfit leader, but he was no coward. Under the guise of ‘training’ and ‘physical fitness’, the Captain.