They began stabbing their stingers and I began screaming as slowly their poison crept through my body. I jerked on the restraints and struggled as the...men laughed and kept the insects on me or dumped others. I have no idea when Mara died as time and the constant agony blurred my mind. The men used drugs to keep me conscious and even more to make the pain worse.Several lifetimes later blackness took me. I drifted and still I was in pain but slowly light returned. Armed men were around the walls. Somehow he had gather two big hanks of her long hair, twisted them into ropes and then looped them through her mouth. He was now using her hairs as reins and keeping her head up as he used her as cursed her"Who is she?" I asked the man standing next to me.He shook his head. "She was selling duck eggs." Damn," I said, "he a redcoat?"He nodded. "Nasty bastard."I sat down my beer, pushed my way through the spectators, grabbed the big man by the arm and pulled him away from the girl, hitting him in. For the next few minutes, I fuck Christine with all the power I have. Suddenly she screams for me to pull out. Cum, she screams, I have to cum. She unwraps her legs and I break the embrace. I pull my cock out, and slide my faced between her legs. Christine works her pussy, rubbing the clit. I give it a few licks to help everything along. Soon enough, her juices flow in my face, and it felt good. Licking my lips, I bury my face in her pussy, drinking up the remaining juice. Now I needed to. After the first lesson, I ran into Corwin Baylee in the corridor.“I heard what happened to your locker,” he said. “I guess you think it might have been me.”“No,” I replied.“Look, I was a bit of an ass last night and I owe you an apology. I’ve been in and out of the team all year but I’ve been training hard recently and I thought I deserved to be selected. Coach Budd read me the riot act and showed me our comparative results in all the races we’ve competed in together. You’ve always beaten me..