Those of us familiar with his particular cruelty know that the best tactic for a victim of this man is to yield quickly and unconditionally. Fail to do this and Leshan gets more asian and more physically violent with her, until his psychological need to prove himself is met. A Runner two years ago, one of the most famous female sports stars, if I recall, stood up to Leshan and was beaten into unconsciousness. Still that didn’t stop him. She was immersed in a bacterial healing tank, and as soon as she was recovered the abuse resumed. It took a day and a half before she cowed sufficiently that he was satisfied. Some think Leshan should be named “The Violent”, instead of “The Runt”. And now The very same Runt is here, naked and wearing a control ring, in our cell. I can see why he keeps his hands behind him now – barely visible on his lower arm is the glint of a slave shackle. Leshan is defenseless and Ja-Alixxe is going to make him suffer for his crimes. “Any of you girls want to get some revenge on the male sex?” calls Ja-Alixxe, her voice cold with malice. “No! Don’t!” Leshan pleads, scrabbling with his heels against the floor as though he could propel himself back through the blast door, but begging will get him nowhere now he’s been recognized. Tasha, Oorla, and Cara group sex are on their feet and closing in, trapping him against the edge of the cell. After the indignities I’ve already suffered I too want to kill the Slavers with my bare hands, but facial it’s not in my nature to be cruel without good reason. So I decide that although I’m not going to participate in this lynching, I certainly won’t intervene while my fellow females restore some self-respect at his expense. “Two of you hold his legs,” Ja-Alixxe is ordering over Leshan’s pleading cries, “while the other two of us arouse him. The control ring will do the rest.” With four women pitted against one restrained man, he has no chance. Tasha and Oorla seize one of Leshan’s legs each, and they lift, so he tips back and blowjob cracks his head roughly on the stone floor, unable to break the descent with his shackled wrists. While he groans, almost knocked unconscious, they pull his legs apart, obscenely displaying Leshan’s genitals and anus. He’s rather hairy, and it makes the cleft between his buttocks look unclean. With revulsion I look at the japanese penis that might have been first to rape some of these women, rape me, had Leshan not suffered some kind of fall from grace. Then my view of the vulnerable prick and scrotum is blocked by Ja-Alixxe and Cara, and I am grateful. I can’t see, but I can hear what’s happening. Leshan is helpless to prevent those two women from caressing him, and the noises he emits are half-pleas, and half cries of unwanted arousal. I have. I did it again, this time pulling her shirt up when some joggers were running past us on the park path. Jill used the bad-guy target and put all five squarely in the chest. Then another drunken male was already stepping in behind her, staggering to mount her and skewering her slack cunt with a sloppy queef, churning his kin’s cum into a froth while he unwittingly fucked blowjob a corpse. “Now whatever you do, don’t lose them and don’t make copies.” I saw the gay boy give me a glance and a group sex small knowing smile, so I shot back behind japanese my bar. She moves to straddle his lap. “First, we need to clean this up. I really will have to come up with something better to say because, like Haynes and his cadre, the Bloods responded almost immediately by shooting. “Lonnie and I are going to Charlotte.” The newcomer rocked her head back asian and forward so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Thinking nothing facial at all! The cantaloupe exploded. He got the message and sat down.