Instantly the noise from the various guns became almost deafening. The Zytol weapons weren't silenced like those produced by the Celestialites and now...the heavy chatter rose in a crescendo, adding a base rhythm to the higher notes made by the Zytol screams.The opening exchanges left the Zytol reserves cut to ribbons and within minutes they were retreating from the camp, defeated and running for their lives.Ben called a halt to the firing and summoned Simon and Carson to him."I think we've done. This stalking, her tight sexy ass in those blue pants and the thrilling anticipation of what he had planned for her was giving him a massive stiffie. As she headed towards the path by the car-park he had to make a conscious effort to control his breathing.She was almost at decision point. Could he really do this?Like most men the fantasy of abducting and raping a girl was a pleasant one that he regularly indulged in. Of course moral considerations held him back from actually commiting such a. He was big, surprisingly and almost painfully big, thick and hard and impatient as he rammed his rigid cock into her young slot and sank it fully up into her barely prepared passageway, his hands on her buttocks. She did not like the way his face looked, sort of angry and wild, showing his teeth.Vixen sucked in air and made a very odd noise deep in her throat, a sort of moan as he spread her open and ground their bones together. She swallowed a screech when he hurt her, butting her cervix, and. He'd done everything that Russ hadordered him to do. He'd proven himself to be Russ' servant, Russ' slut,Russ' bitch. Although he'd tried to reject it, the truth was, as he'dfound out, that he was a dependent personality, unable to think or feelor judge for himself. His sense of self, like his sense of self-worth,depended upon other people--people who were only too happy to use himfor their own purposes and pleasures, as Russ had done and wouldcontinue to do, if Gary allowed it, which, of.