On the 6th day sweet and innocent Heviya, who couldn't hurt a fly, wanted to kill everyone aboard the ship. Heviya had kept count throughout those 6 ...ays of endless rapes and humiliation. Her pussy had been sore like she had never before experienced and her anal ring was torn and battered. She was certain that she had a bladder infection from the constant fucking and every time her tormentors let her use the toilet she felt like razor blades were sawing at each of her holes. She had thought. “You’ve closed them again,” you giggle.“It’s kind of… hard not to,” I answer, my engorged dick jutting into her thigh for emphasis.“Sorry not sorry,” you whisper. “Now open.”Tentatively, I let them slide open.And my heart launches into jumping jacks.“Whatcha think?” you say, spinning around in a circle. “You’re one lucky bastard. Those playboy bitches wish they had a body like this.”I’m stupefied. Dumbfounded. Confused. Not so much by the fact that I can see, or that we’re floating in a void of. At this very moment in time I felt like a god. I could do anything I wanted, and she would gladly let me. “Claire?” Her voice was barely audible, so thick with blissful, euphoric detachment it was barely intelligible. “You okay hun?” I could scarcely decipher the “yes” that emanated from the squirming, wriggling mess over my knee; and could feel the warmth of her sex dripping its honeyed dew onto my knee and felt it trickling down the span of my leg sticking to my leg hairs as it migrated. I went down to the library to have another look at the plans. These had been prepared by an architect whose practice was still in the county town, after nearly one hundred and fifty years. Remarkably they had employed an assistant who became famous writer in later years, and although his stuff had never appealed to me he had a worldwide following. I idly wondered whether we could prove the plans were his and get hordes of Japanese tourists to come and stay. Funny thing is that a friend of ours.