Mistress flicked the syringe a few more times before beginning work on Belles right breast, perfectly repeating every torturous action before taking a...syringe in each hand and ever so slightly pushing the plungers. Belle let out a blood chilling scream, so a****listic you would have thought there was a tiger gutting a horse next to you. Mistress Smith tore the Syringes from Belle’s nipples and replaced them with a second set and then a third and fourth before Belle had passed out and only. With the single deviation that my lighter hair and eyes provided, I would be mistaken for a native. I had been accustomed to perusing the horizon through my spy glass, and saw a sight I had not thought to see, mounted men, riding arch necked crop mane horses, the lowering sun glinting on their brilliant cuirasses. If you wish to scout with any hope or prayer of going without notice, better that you wear brown leather, than polished metal. I consulted with two of my party, the russet dog content. She looked somewhat, disheveled, and she blushed that pale green color again. “Yes Bob, you had a question?”“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. What have you people done to me? First I almost get raped by you this morning and then this afternoon my nurse, Nancy Summers, comes calling in a very short, tight dress with no bra and says that she is horny for me. She even wants to have my baby. Now what is going on? What have you people done to me?” I could see the fear in her eyes, and she almost. She said she had plenty of butches to pleasure her, but she wants the chance to do the same. I told her that was fine and to have her way with me. Boy did she, she kissed me in a way that I was craving for her touches on my body. Her hands roamed my entire body as she kissed me. She reached out for my hands and spread my arms out and held my hands. She had made sure we were nipple to nipple and made sure her hairy pussy was grinding my sleek shaved pussy. Debbie, kissed my neck, down to.