When its summer and youve got your windows down, your wingman by your side, the windows down with the wind in your hair, you feel invincible. But Celi... was more than just my wingman. I loved her, some would say unnaturally. It felt so perfect it couldnt have been unnatural. Her hand was on top of mine while I shifted gears. A smile on her face, the wind blowing her blonde and pink hair all over. She was gorgeous, and anyone who said otherwise has eyesight problems. Celia was 52, maybe 160lbs,. That would have been bad enough. It was about to get worse. They had seen the piercings and the obvious tattoo over her pussy before the rapes started. It wasn't until about the fourth or fifth man to rape her pushed her legs down against her breasts so that he could rape her ass that they noticed the tattoos on the bottoms of her feet.They got a big kick out of that. As the man forced his cock into her ass they talked about inviting her to their clubhouse so that she could put on a show for. A small band of men, ten maybe, were making their way toward the castle. I tried to see who they were, but my eyes could only make out small figures. They approached slowly, almost as if they were tired. Finally when they were only a few yards from the gate, I could make out their plaids. My heart stopped, and my breath caught in my throat. Frasers? I moved away quickly from the window, and began to pace the room. Was Cien in the group? Had he come to save me or condemn me? I fidgeted,. ”“Excellent. Go get a stretcher ... No, belay that order. Get a gravfloat from the machine shop – without anyone noticing if possible. We’ll cover Shithead with a tarp and put him in my quarters. And while you are getting the float and tarp, see if you can get one of those portable medunits, too. I will divert the medteam so you can obtain the unit from their area.”The Orderly, ecstatic to have been given an assignment other than to clean up or make stim, was off the bridge in a flash.A moment.