As it grew ever more refined and distinct, Ryan was able to make out the man’s face, the grains of sand so small that they allowed for an incredible...amount of detail. It was like a three-dimensional photograph or a computer model.He was old, perhaps in his late sixties or early seventies, his face weather-beaten and leathery. There was no color, just the yellow of the sand, but Ryan imagined that the man’s long beard would be peppered with silver hairs.Beneath the floating head appeared a line. Stroking my body. Eventually I was left alone. ‘Then I was raped and raped again and again. I did not keep count but it was probably twenty times. Some of them used my anus. Being slammed against the bar at my hips was bruising them badly. The pain was excruciating or so I thought. I was soon to experience worse, much worse. I was basically dangling by the bar or whatever it was at my hips and my arms. Hours went by. ‘I started to hear sounds of activity and both the screaming and whimpering. The squirt spraying from her cunt got hotter, forcing Icarus to pull his hand away. Her panties filled and overflowed with steamy juice, which bubbled as it hit the ground. One whiff of her pussy’s gushing juice and he realized she was peeing.He pushed her thong down and showed the crowd her peeing pussy. Her body tensed even more, and her face turned red. Humiliation and rage consumed her, intensifying her orgasmic urination as more people gathered to watch. She screamed and tried to hide her. She could hear Clyde lumbering after her. "Get back here!" he bellowed.Pepper came to the corridor she knew so well and ran left. Clyde wasn't so graceful as he slipped and smashed into the wall, sending his orange hat flying. That bought Pepper a little bit of time and put some distance between them. Pepper continued left and ate the four pills that she'd found. How could she think of eating while her life was in danger?Whatever the reason, she stopped caring and came to a halt as a pill.