I hadn’t wanted to disfigure her, for if I plucked out her eyes or gashed her cheeks, then it wouldn’t be Mother’s face any longer, and I wouldn’t get to see it contort in horror. I needed to see that. I needed to see the realization dawn across it as I removed pieces from her. No more painting for you, village Mother. No more playing the lute. No more picking apples, no more climbing trees, no more dancing, no more running, no more walking, no more standing for you, Mother. Now the shield of Night Eyes was gone, and I was left open to her memories. Astrid, Mother, Julia, Lucilla. They tormented me relentlessly, cut away pieces of my psyche like I’d cut away piece of my mother, but they couldn’t kill me. They could not give me that mercy, because they could not compel me to end it. I was a monster, a nude coward, and selfish. My life was an abomination, and the world would’ve been far better off if I’d never been born, but I couldn’t do the decent thing, and just die. Even my suffering was a horrible self-indulgence. I was evil. Pure, simple, evil. What else but pure evil would wallow in a hole of self-pity, when she herself had done the deeds? It wasn’t me; it was Night Eyes. But Night Eyes was me, and I wished with every ounce of my heart to be her again. I looked up. A mile above me, I could see the dot of daylight. Julia was up there. Death was up there. All I had to do was ascend from my hole, and greet my end with open arms. I burrowed deeper, pulling the rock over my curled body, trying to become nothing in the void. She would come down here, but she would not find desi me. I would be safe, the wretch that I was, and I would wait for her to leave, then I would run away. Like last time, I would hop from caravan to caravan, traveling without destination, paying for my transport with my flesh, letting the caravanners use me until I was raw, until pleasure and pain drove away guilt for a fleeting, blissful moment. Maybe I’d let orc slavers take me again, but this time, there would be no Astrid to compel my escape. They would take me into the Gratoran Desert, and I could live out the rest of my days in the wildlands at the edge of the earth, unknown Bhabhi and uncared for, a toy to be used, a broken vessel to be filled, a life indian without purpose, without hope. Bliss. My identity would be raped from me until I was nothing but the receptive pleaser, the smiling slave. Willowbud would only exist as the occasional nightmare, a flashback of fevered dreams, and I would find comfort in the arms of my master, and he would convince me that it was all a lie. Yes. Yes, that is what I would do. I smiled, and felt some of the pain wash away. I wouldn’t have to be me for much longer. There are some cabins they rent by the week. My whole body tingles as he pulls back out and right back in. Each time forcing another inch pushes inside me. As I feel his hips finally touch me I notice that his brother and another guy have been in the room watching with his cock in his hand. Why that little son of a bitch is a fucking you too! We’ll open the Skylight, and fuck under the stars.” I felt her cum again as I climaxed and stayed inside her until I started to soften. “Do you need a purse, keys, and such?” I licked my hand and began gently stroking my dick. If they are a real person, they will give the name or let me know that they don’t have a cat. Then as final touch she decided to play on Pleasure Slave 3613-A’s earlier comment about becoming her slave. Sam stirred. Michael knew it wouldn't take much more before he would blow his load. But consider this... “I had a friend trace the payment used to rent that hotel you were just in. All the accounts are associated with the Dirty Hand.” Grabbing hold of Colin's shoulders, Wonder Woman hoists herself up as he groans, having to briefly support her weight. I unzipped her and she let the skirt slide down her body onto the floor. My ass clenched. The boat had definitely seen better days. She squirts a huge amount of liquid on the toilet. And when a woman suck’s my cock, I am reminded of my first unfinished blow job from my sister. "It looks like I can't trust my own sister anymore." Angela was stunned as was Mac, while I just smiled and nodded my head because it was going to be a fun night. Just as she spoke the first name, the egg sprang to life. My cock plunged into her depths. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, Jake’s eyes were drawn to her full breasts as they would rise and fall in sync with her breathing. “This one should do it, but I think we might want to try it first in case the lock has been changed.” We spent the rest of the day laying plans for an ambush. The convulsions slowed. It sounds like heaven compared to this place. Heavy chain links desi clanged as they fell to the floor of the dungeon in a heap, a sound which told the others their assault was at an end for now. I give her a little nod nude and she stands up stepping down with the teens. She was in her house robe which my dick easily parted and found village himself nestled between her thighs. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come home from the war to find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him for the lead singer in an up and coming rock band several years ago. Here.. The door closed quietly behind him then he appeared in the room with the woman. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5% tip since she Bhabhi decided to interject her nose into our business. My nipples were stiffer than ever and even the slight breeze coming from the window brushing indian over them was like agony and ecstasy rolled into one luscious bundle. Gwen said absolutely. J said she wanted C to take her around the block but he said not in this crowd. Moonlight fell across her face, her blue eyes almost glowing in it. The poor girl’s expression told me that she was scared but resigned to what was happening.