Her skin was branded, scared and chaffed beyond repair. She was stinking. Her hair was a matted tangle of greasy hair, a vermin nest. And all the time...she was anguished by what was going to happen to her friends, to her lover, to her people. Because of her weakness, they would all perish. And there was nothing she could do to warn them. Day 7, 6:00 pm She was taken from her cell, and dragged to the torture chamber again. In the center of the chamber, naked, and strapped to that terrible chair. I left my bag in a nice suite and went to the first class lounge. It was a week before I transferred to the liner heading to Polic. I took the first shuttle down and walked through the crowed port. I used public transport to take me across the huge city. When the vehicle stopped in front of the marshals building I walked straight to the front doors and touched my badge to the door plate as I walked through.I accessed the building secure data banks to find the location of all the marshals. I. It’s a charming holiday. She seemed as excited as a kid. “We could celebrate Thanksgiving HERE, right in the flat. We could introduce Ryan and Sioban to an American Thanksgiving. I wager they would love it ... and I know your mother would love meeting your friends. Parents get off on that kind of thing ... that’s been my observation.”She was on a roll already planning the event. “Talk to your mom in the morning and tell her what we are going to do. Ask her to come up with a menu. I know she. 'You lost a bet that you made, we gonna collect and make your dreams come true. First you gonna get down on your knees and suck all our dicks, than we gonna fuck the sh-- out of you till you really know what it's like to be a fuck boy in jail.' I started to try and back away, the one closest to me took hold of my arm and some how or way knocked me to my knees. I was there on my knees facing the largest black cock I had ever seen. The bastard took hold of my head and pulled me to his semi hard.