In this case, a message was not necessary, as he was already well aware of the riots forming. He could hear the shouting, feel the stomping feet and beating fists. Blight shook his head and clicked his nonexistent tongue. “These poor humans, so ignorant, so impatient.” He got up from his chair and walked out from behind the desk. His overcoat, hanging off his shoulders like a cape, swayed with each step. “They do not know the truth of how lucky they are. They don’t know the glory of serving the Almighty, of being part teen of his plan. They must be punished for refusing such a glorious purpose.” Killing intent flooded from Blight like radiation, aimed directly at the male pens where the riots were happening. He didn’t aim it at the female or children’s pens, as that would likely do more harm than good. The workers and laborers, despite their fury, all fell silent. They felt it, the evil chill, like cold gun barrels pressed to the backs of their heads. While it was true that Blight could project killing intent like Dominion, his wasn’t nearly as strong. He was cruel, but he lacked that predatory malice, that sadistic drive to inflict pain. His was more machinelike, like a siren blaring of imminent danger. The men all gave in, sensing that only death awaited them if they continued their efforts. They would be slaughtered without a second thought, like they weren’t even living things. The double doors to the office swung open, Dominion strutting inside. “A riot?” he asked. Blight immediately got fetish down on one knee. “Just the beginnings of a few, but they have been silenced. I apologized for letting you see something so unsightly.” “No matter. Where did it happen?” Dominion walked over to the desk and Blight laid out Hardcore a map of the facility. “All the male Laborer and Worker Pens. The sentinels have reported that the Medics are putting up a fuss, but there is little they can do inside their cells. It’s more a matter of noise.” “Just give the Medics some breakfast, that’ll shut them up. As for the workers and laborers, we’ll let them go hungry for a bit. That ought to dampen their spirits. Then begin a health check for the women. I want to know who is ready for breeding.” As per his orders, breakfast was handed out, but the quality of one’s meal depended on their ID. In the Medic cell blocks, several sentinels pushing food carts down the aisles. Breakfast for the doctors and nurses was standard prison issue, a bit of meat, vegetables, an apple, and milk. Unlike regular prisons, there was no mess hall. Nobody was allowed to leave their cells, everyone ate asian where they were. Since the L and W men would be going hungry, breakfast was only delivered to the women and children. In the female Worker pens, the doors swung open, and the women screamed in terror at the sight of one of the japanese behemoths standing in the doorway. Guards swarmed in. “Back up! “Are you starting to settle down?” She called to me. I glanced at myself in the mirror, my round breasts jiggling. I watched intently. Hardcore The residue of her shit had the consistency of peanut butter. She texts back that it is a genius idea. The teen hisses then groans from the pain. She leans back, taking her tit from my mouth and I notice a bottle of lube in her hand. She tasted teen incredible. Granny Ellen begins to 69 with Dana fetish as Aunt Marie is getting her pussy FISTED by little Ella! He twitched underneath her. “We do. asian I matched Daddy's rhythm, my japanese bowels clenching on his dick. “Here,” she said as she scooted closer, “So you can see better.” Jill was smiling, leaning over the console of my truck. There was no passing out. Fred sucked on me. I truthfully paid little attention. Julie's mouth was open as the shoe was slowly moving in and out, up and down, driving her arousal levels to an almost uncontrollable level.