“What else can you tell me?” Burns rubbed his eyes. “You didn’t hear this from me. Whoever or whatever is in charge of those beasts, they go by the name Dominion.” Women and children alike screamed in the town of Waterville, north of Augusta. It was an attack in broad daylight, Dominion’s minions swarming in without warning. First, the vehicles were all disabled, the hulks pussy simply crushing their engines or the hounds ripping open their tires. Dominion’s human collaborators fanned out from the center of town, while the sentinels raced ahead, cutting off anyone who tried to get away. They were a new breed, with enhanced legs that let them move faster than the normal sentinels. None of the humans were prisoners from Augusta, they were all members of the Misato syndicate. Dominion massage and Blight were still training new human soldiers, and they couldn’t yet be trusted to follow orders if outside of the city. Pandemonium filled the town as the attack went on, with armed civilians putting up a desperate but ultimately pathetic attempt at fending off the invaders. No matter if they were handguns, shotguns, or assault rifles, their bullets were little more than an annoyance to Dominion’s minions, and the human soldiers always kept hidden behind the hulks acting as shields. Dominion’s men weren’t allowed to use lethal ammo, only rubber bullets and beanbag rounds, as well as tranquilizer darts, net launchers, and stun guns. Once in close range, anyone who put up a fight was beaten into submission, while those who obeyed were bound with zip ties and led away. After all, the point was to capture as many people as possible and bring them back alive. While wearing gas masks, they’d hurl teargas canisters indian and use them to herd the fleeing civilians toward the half-dead minions. For most of the men, their pride and their morals had been long-since swallowed. Not only had they already engaged in wiping out other towns, but they were undergoing Dominion’s new training regimen to break down their wills, which meant executing sick prisoners and impregnating licking the women. They had blood and tears on their hands, so at this point, rounding up civilians like this didn’t even phase them. They had already sold their souls, all that mattered was their own survival. As per routine, captured civilians were forced onto buses and into trucks, but most were herded to the train station and pushed onboard. Innocent people forced on trains and shipped to a oral concentration camp, it was a travesty that the world had tried to prevent repeating, but this was a horror far beyond the Holocaust. Everything was running smoothly, then, a peculiar crack echoed across the sky. Dominion’s minions all looked up, spotting two planes flying overhead, A10 Thunderbolts. At that same time, one of the hulks was knocked off its feet by a shell. It came from a tank down the road from where it was standing. The damage was negligent, just a normal round cracking its bone armor, but the tank pulled away as the beast stumbled. The planes circled back, having spotted a group of sentinels. The massive rotary guns under the noses of the crafts began to spin and a hellish storm of lead was unleashed, raining down upon the spawn. They took cover behind smashed cars, but not without a few receiving shallow wounds. Then, the planes unleashed their missiles and pulled away, escaping before they could be taken down and ripping open the street in the process. While this was happening, soldiers came out of alleys and opened fire on the human collaborators, managing to wound a few before the hulks stepped in and shielded them from the assault. The hounds and sentinels then advanced, running the soldiers down and slaughtering them. These hit and run tactics were an attempt by the government to stall the expansion of Dominion’s empire, but it accomplished little. The unholy beasts were largely undamaged by all but the largest weapons, and getting in close for any kind of sustained attack just ended in soldiers getting killed. No soldier or bomb was able to reach the busses or train, and once all the nuisances were dealt with, it was time to return to base. Leaving nothing but burning buildings and butchered soldiers, they departed, to bring Dominion his new batch of slaves. My name is Amy and I was/am quite average. At this time, between 2004 and 2006, I was still in high school and still awkward. I was taller than most of my friends and thin. My hair is dark brown and at the time really long, not quite to my hips. “I’m sorry.” Then he swept the Glock off the bench and stalked over to her, pointing the barrel of the gun point-blank into her temple. She slid her hips back slowly, swallowing his shaft into her depths. Let me help.” She went right to work, helping me put the dishes away. I miss you guys too.' His body tensed. Just a little resort by the southern coast which we could stay in a log cabin together. I think you have experienced at least two powerful orgasms, and I think you are just about ready licking for the big one.” My pussy and asshole quivered. Having cum once gave me more staying power. We still couldn’t believe we had just won three awards, met Bono and oral that massage we might pussy work with him. My nipples drank in the feel of her skin as I drew back my indian hips. "Yeah," Tim laughed. We are technically in human lands. They smiled and said quietly that yes they would welcome some assistance. Tom then started to cum deep inside Ang, letting out a long and loud “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”