Yet, verily, not in our own universe but one close thereto, wherein magic and the arts arcana are freely sanctioned by the gods for the use of men. No... only that however: one where dozens of races of sapient beings were created by the gods to serve them, and now war against one another among the stars, flying great ships of wood, bone, and iron in bitter wars of domination and expansion.On the world now known as Holy Terra the gods had created a grand arena for their creations, and pitted them. ..It was a black man now that I heard his voice and what he said I knew he was black I had just been fucked by a black man in the forbidden tunnel what the hell was I going to do now...and as he finished he slid his cock out of my ass and got off me! "Get out of my tunnel bitch but come back if you want another fucking okay!" I got up and pulled up my pants and ran not caring what was in front of me I felt my ass squishing from the cum oozing out of it and I felt my hand all sticky and I. Where it hung down the front, Sharon tied six knots in the rope, before leading it back between her legs, and securing it to the waist rope at the back. Moving the rope slightly to one side she was able to force the vibrator into her already wet pussy, and then dragged the rope back over her pussy, sealing the vibrator inside her. she would not turn it on yet, she had other work to do first.The next rope tied her legs together, just above the knee, whist another piece tied her legs together. The woman grabbed my arm. "Well done," she sighed, fingering a long red bruise on her neck, one white breast standing outside her torn clothes, the nipple swollen and poking up like a finger joint. "Are you hurt?"I pulled out my shirt and looked. I was barely a scratch, but it did bleed and my good shirt was ripped open. She pulled her jacket together, dabbed at my stomach with a handkerchief she had produced from somewhere and then wiped at the wound with water from my canteen, tickling me a.