My legs are shaking. I’m weak with fatigue. “Come!” Leesha insists, seizing my upper arm to try and pull me along. Tentatively I begin exotic to move with her, staring towards the stars the whole time. Up here on the surface there’s a slight breeze, but the desert night is still hot. What about Palonae, I wonder? She is to be left there? I can’t look down at the pool to show Leesha this question, because of the gag. I moan, but Leesha is dragging me away and I’m too weak to resist. At last I think I understand what’s happening, but it’s too much to take in after the horrors of the pool. I’m being rescued, after all the rape, and torture, and humiliation, I’m being rescued. But I feel no emotion. After all those hours… No, was it only this afternoon Salarin caught me? Really, it was less than a day I was a slave? What about Palonae? The poor princess is left behind. I moan again. It is a mistake, for by making one more sound I’ve stimulated the biotech phallus filling my mouth to ejaculate again. I have to swallow back the foul-tasting sticky slop, but at least it means the cock reduces in size and after half a minute I can look around. I would have expected Leesha to flee out into the desert, where we could lose ourselves in the ruins and rocks, getting further and further from the Hunters. But she makes her way right among the cluster of buildings. Between two high walls is one of the ubiquitous hatches. I bump into her back as we pass it, because I’m not expecting her to stop by something useless to us. Leesha crouches down at this and with confidence enters a code on the keypad. I hear a gentle hiss as the lock disengages, and then she opens the hatch door. Inside stone stairs lead down into a brightly lit corridor, walled in grey concrete. “Inside, quickly!” Leesha says. Completely bemused I obey, tentatively placing my foot on the first step, and moving cautiously down. I will sustain a serious oriental injury if I stumble while I can’t use japan my folded hands to break the fall. The floor is cool on the soles of my bare feet. Behind me, Leesha swings the hatch door closed and quietly re-engages the lock. On the stairs she overtakes me, and gently using my upper arm to support me she tows me along the corridor. “I know you’re tired, hon, but not far,” she says sympathetically, “and then I can untie you, and you can rest.” Our journey only takes us a few hundred yards, but by the end of it she’s actually having to drag me. All of my physical reserves are spent and try as I might, I just can’t stay on my feet a moment longer. 27 - Tunnels The place japanese where Leesha permits me to rest is beside an underground crossroads. asian Symbols are painted on the wall in the Slaver’s script. They look like directions. Just after the junction a doorway leads into a side room, which is windowless and only twelve feet square. It’s some kind of rest space for men working for the Slavers. There’s a cot here (with a dirty mattress but no sheets), a shower space, a sink, a toilet, and a table and chair. The room is bare and lit by a harsh tube light. Kevin felt her cunt convulse and orgasmed too. The japanese guards oriental laughed asian and made sure the boss was aware, japan he simply stated, she would pay for that later. I need exotic you to come to the house ASAP, Roy.” I rung off once he said he was on the way. Carole mumbled around her brother’s cock, “No.” Over time, other things more precious than money– like pain or dignity– came to take the place of cash in the game. I went to the kitchen, bring back a slice of mom's meatloaf. He then pulled out of his daughter and let go of her. I was in awe of how my daughter looked, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t partly jealous. A procession of maple trees led to its classical entrance, whose columns were festooned with glowing mushrooms. “Okay, but I have a need; get on your knees on the floor and take care of me.” Brett groaned as his ass was forced to swallow more rubber.