The Officer stroked her left nipple. Fuckpig crawled to her kennel and checked her stash, she had hidden three knives and two grenades which she had stolen, she knew The Officer could not let the UN find her, and she tried to hide in the shadows. Brazzers his face turned ghostly white as the glass fell from his hand. The right nipple was next and again the smell of burned flesh, then the lips of her sex two brass hooks, one through each side, and finally as it strained peeping from its hood her clit, the brass sizzling as it passed into her most tender spot and she screamed the tortured scream of legend, echoing around the river valley, scaring birds into flight and sending wildlife scurrying away fearful for their lives. She was annoyed “No you’re not having my …” even she was shocked
she was supposed to be humiliated not pleased. it landed with a splash and the waters boiled as the crocs tore the meal into bite sized pieces, the waters subsided and the order “Next” drifted across the water, the woman pushed another body, the crocs came again, the same or different ones she could not know but there could be hundreds, and certain death awaited her if
