I had planned to do this ahead of time, maybe it was the year I spent in a mental institution when I was 13 I didn't tell you about that was the facto... which may have told you to expect this, but suprise is better. I softly placed the blade to the top of her shirt and gripped it with the other hand, slowly tearing my blade through the thin fabric and exposing the tops of her luscious breasts, soon to be a full exposure. I tore away the top and threw it to the side, leaning down to softly. Each time she was woken by brutal beatings against her breasts and genitals. In the end neither of the captors could ejaculate anymore and that had added to her pain because of the lack of lubrication.A phone call, some long time ago, had made them pause for some time, perhaps a few hours, but then they started again, laughing and telling her, she was worth something for them after all. Then, finally, they had left her alone in her agony, tied face down on the camp bed, a dildo still stuck into. A wowzer of a redhead. She shook her head and the red hair cascaded and whipped. The rear seat ... GIB stepped down and the redhead grabbed him and danced a circle around him. Lip readers could read her shouts."I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT!!!"A deck crewman headed for the aircraft but the tiny pilot grabbed him and yelled something in his ear. He made the deck hand-talk to call over an armorer. The redhead yelled in his ear and he nodded. He climbed up to the cockpit and checked things, looked. But Music was one of the Ways he helped people, he used it lift the spirits of those who had lost Hope. He had decided that once his Training was complete, he would go to Worlds where Tyranny reigned and help free the Enslaved People's and give them Hope's Bright Blue Light.He Stopped playing as Ganthet approached him. ''Oh Don't stop on my account, I only came to inform you that we have Guests to attend to.'' Says Ganthet as John nods in understanding before continuing to play his Flute. He.