“I wont if you give me your left ankle” I replied.She stared at me for a moment then turned her head awayfrom me.“Mistake” I s...id. I brought the weapon down across herbreast, reveling in the sound of the straps biting intoher flesh. A brilliant flash of pain streaked across hereyes. Concentrating on the still covered areas of herbody I used my torture device to strip away her remainingclothing. When I had finished all that remained were afew tattered remnants of her gown. This was a given because they had always started this way. Night vision was now a lot more important for us.Countering a hypothetical shield was difficult. The only thing we came up with was that the portal controlled some sort of power and the device was made of silver.We decided to set up most of the motion detectors. They fed a radio that was placed in Artlam's home. At the same time the noncombatants were moved and some had to go to the fort. The laywomen stayed as bait. The boys and girls. The first man even to have a chance of restoring High King Peter's dominion. Two hundred years of fighting and war, and Prince Meinard could come out the strongest. He stood poised to dominate all.I wanted to run away with my brother, to find some place safe, and live together. Just the two of us. Fantasies of pretending to be his wife, not his sister, danced through my thoughts. I dreamed of founding a home, raising a family, with him. I knew it was wrong, he was my brother. But I burned for. Eventually, the guy ripped off the teacher's shirt and unclasped her bra, flinging it off camera. Then, he hiked up her skirt and pulled down her thong, revealing her shaved, glistening pussy. He rubbed her clit gently, and she leaned back against her kitchen counter and moaned."Holy fuck, this is hot," said Trinka. "Do you mind if I masturbate?"For the second time that night, I was shocked. I didn't have much time to get my thoughts together, however, because Trinka suddenly pulled off her.