” He knocks again, this time a little harder. “Come on now, let me in!” this time sounding a little angry. She takes her time walking from the ...athroom across their small bedroom then finally unlocks the door, she peers around the door telling a little white lie. “I'm sorry Brad, the bathroom door was shut- I didn't hear you knocking. Come on in.”Their eyes lock as he enters, she notes a small slightly red hand shaped mark on his right cheek with slight scratches where her fingernails made. And Carruthers, I need those med beds now, please." Coming," chirped Carruthers' voice."Replicator I-23 has capacity," called a voice away."Yeah, at five friggin' tubes an hour," Carruthers responded. "That won't work." That orbital replicator that's building warships – just completed the hull and AI for the Floyds Bay. It can pop out over 120 med tubes an hour." And how we gonna get them to the surface?" Carruthers demanded, as pain receptors thundered in Samantha's brain. Her mother and her. The human body is not designed to accommodate something as long as half a metre, but the horse wasn't about to be careful and no restraints were used. Many, too many runners, found them selves bent over a hobbyhorse and fucked to death by the monstrous beasts while the galleries of freemen howled their appreciation for the blood and gore.Crystal's legs pumped, her feet flying over the packed earth of the maze. The assembled crowd cheered or jeered as their allegiances lay, but she hardly heard. It may seem odd that she noted this particular physical sensation at all, considering the competing stimuli: her own bony knees pressing into her cupcake breasts, the sour, whisky-tinged breath wafting into her face, and the hundred-and-eighty pound man pinning her down.It may also be surprising that her shame was not precisely due to the fact that the seven-inch prick working its way into her tight, hairless pussy belonged to her father. She had seen enough "after school specials" and had had.