Once this power was a woman. This woman had special powers allowing her to make the nicest girl into a slutty tramp with nothing with sex on her mind....She also could not get enough sex. The locals here thought she was a threat and planned to rid themselves of her. They killed her and buried her deep underground.'"So you're her possessing my body in the form of Whitney?" Not quite, let me finish. The executioner and the two men were her final 'victims'. First, the two men that buried her were. He reached down and one at a time raised my legs up double and after that his strokes went further into me and felt tighter.I was starting to feel a climax build when suddenly he stoppedand withdrew. I raised an eyebrow wondering if anything was wrong.Turn around he said moving me up onto all fours with my buttoverhanging the edge of the bed.Again he entered me, quicker this time he pumped into me with a firm thrust that knocked me forward each time his pelvis hit my ass. Reaching around to rub. "The best thing we could do would be to create some sort of diversion and then try to sneak in under cover." He shrugged and looked apologetic, "It would have been easier if we'd unlatched a couple of shuttles and carried out the evacuation in one lift, but..." I know," replied Alice, "hindsight is a wonderful thing but we didn't think we would be in that much of a rush, did we? We assumed we were going to be either too late to do anything to help or have plenty of time to carry out our. For his sons and my brothers; for my husband, the father of his grandchildren. And for the rest of the three hundred, our menfolk whose bodies we now knew were at the mercy of carrion in the neutral lands.I looked up over the barely comprehending crowd to dusty snotty-nosed children, boys and girls, playing and yet not playing in the oil lamplight. You know our tradition is the way of the warrior and that every Pergamon generation to date was trained in the battle arts.Though only our menfolk.