An hour passed she stayed silent, the flies descended on her husband, as she watched. The truck started and drove very fast throwing her around in the filth until they arrived, at what had once been a Country Club, for the Idle rich Colonials, Farmers, Imperialist Bureaucrats. Now a derelict ZANU PF domination "Holding" or confession fetish centre. They carried her inside hanging from the pole, the pole resting on their shoulders. BDSM Black faces, and one white, deathly white, they threw her down. The Officer was there, Black, in his clean Khaki uniform. "This is Mr Stephens, Mr Stephens meet an imperialist pig," The officer introduced them. "Prepare the Pig Mr Stephens, if you please" The deathly white face came towards her, In his soiled medical whites, he began tying tourniquets around her legs above the knee and around her wrists. She just stared. They cut her wrists free, and her ankles then the machete flashed, her left hand stung, she watched fascinated as her fingers flopped sideways severed at he knuckle, then the other hand the same, all four fingers severed at the knuckle, she passed out. "Do your thing, Mr Stephens, nice neat stitches like a schoolgirl now please." Stephens resisted Hardcore the urge to vomit and gathering his bag of filthy rusting surgical instruments he set to work on the rough table top, the splintering of bone was minimal so he was able to make a reasonably neat job, not the sort the Cecil Rhodes Memorial Hospital where he trained would have considered good but this was in Mugabe's wonderland. Stephens stood aside. "Sorry Sir, It's the best I can do, the light is poor." "Come, come Mr Stephens, you cannot expect to achieve perfection on animals," The Officer reassured him. Susan half regained consciousness. strong arms were carrying her, they carried her outside, laid her in the dirt and placed a block of wood under her lower leg, just below the knee, the sea of happy black faces, some she had handed food aid to in the weeks gone by, or did they all look the same, they bound her thighs, and placed a wooded baulk over them sloping down to the ground, then as she watched they brought the truck, American, Tank transporter with the tank aboard, she saw them expertly align spanking it with the wooden baulk, the pain was beyond anything, but adrenalin kept her awake, alive to the horror, gentle but firm black hands, black on top, pink beneath held her down. knees held her head, one at each ear. Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten. She screamed silently. The truck stopped, willing black hands removed the baulks and gentle black hands carried her to the blood soaked table. “I want to love you, my Lord, in every way.” Her topaz eyes hardened. Pale white flesh revealed itself quickly on spanking a coiled body. I waited a few more seconds and told her to bend over her desk. Just days ago we were enemies. It was disturbing to Lisa that Alex had stolen her soiled panties so that he could use them as a masturbation aid. Do you have your whole arm up in me?” She turned her BDSM torso around enough to look closer, and her eyes almost bugged out. “Ever thought about kissing another girl?” Mike say's After a minute or so, she seems to have regained consciousness and starts to sit up. Everyone agreed. Lilith imagined James' face in those clouds, and she felt a twinge of longing. Kevin, I never meant to hurt you. “Wonderful,” Nadine said, beaming as my orgasm peaked in me. They are green with faint yellow specks. There is no need for foreplay or anything, just put your dick in my pussy and fuck me until you cum there is no need on your part to worry if I cum or not, I'm there for you and you alone. The college he went to was big enough that fetish she could be going there too as far as he knew. “I’m over here, right where you tossed me, sweetie. “But in all domination seriousness, the world needs men like me. I have no attachments, nobody depending on me. I can throw myself into dangerous missions Hardcore without any concern for who I might leave behind. “Thanks for today. THE ADVENTURES OF THE SENSUOUS MORPH 1-4: Okay. She looked up at me, with a pleading look in her eye. He had only been at the job a week before the fruit of his labors was at last in sight!