Look Who's Back!

The wind is insane. We’re this close to salvation and the end tits of the Run, but the hurricane is trying to tear me off the edge as though it’s on the side of the Slavers. It’s impossible to open my eyes. All I can do it hold onto the cliff at my side and inch along the path, feeling my way with bare toes. If we small come to steps or a section where I can’t hold anything for support, like a rock bridge through the open air – I’m lost. I can’t hear a thing over the roaring teen of the gale and the rumbles of thunder that make the ground shake. I have my eyes almost squeezed closed against the razor sharp sand, so when Leesha stops suddenly I almost run into her back and push her anal off the cliff. Shielding my face with my arm I risk peeking for just a moment and I see it, part of what must be a vast steel Hardcore door facing out from the cliff into the empty air. The door is made of metal slats, designed to retract on rollers into the ceiling of… What? She has triggered something to open it. It seems like the grill retracts with interminable slowness, but at last we tumble in, propelled by a particularly ferocious gust. There’s less sand being blown in here and I can thankfully open my eyes enough to see it. A large cavern, filled with tools and equipment to supply – the ship. It’s a vintage design, a classic, made to carry a few people at speed rather than configured for heavy loads. There are no weapons mounted on the vessel. Nimbleness and pace are its protection. Leesha is already toggling a lever to roll the metal door back down while I marvel that we’re really here, standing in front of our chance at escape. We only just made it. Jackie waited until Clara relaxed and then told us to get off the bikes. He also had a garter and stockings. I quickly got to work in the kitchen. In surrender I knew I was his Bitch, my now hurting erection going unattended as I serviced both Gene and my Canine Master, unable to teen touch myself, being a Fuck Slave to use for their horny pleasure. “I’ll stay,” I said after a long silence. “Then I am sorry to have to disabuse you of those notions,” I explained, “I think it might be prudent tits to show you my play room, I had intended to invite young maids from the village but with a willing young wife perhaps she should be able to sate my needs, see for yourself the depravation you seek to consign your daughter to.” I just sank into her with gentle Hardcore pressure. A little surprised (but no less pleased) she smiled and went in. “Yeah I know what kind of apology he wants…” [Rhonda says] She snorted – at least, that is how I took the guttural coughing sound she made. “I'm going to fuck your asshole, too,” I groaned. The anal original target small was identified by a laser beam of pee hitting his shaft. I felt guilty as sin knowing just how close Nicole and I were. There was a bottle of lube on one of the nearby end tables.