“Yes,” Korey answers as she gives him his glasses, followed by a cup of coffee. He takes a long sip of the slightly bitter coffee. They sat in silence, each one finishing their coffee. Korey stared at the freckles on her face, she hated them but they were one of his most favorite things about her. “I have got classes today. You want a ride,” Korey asks. “I don’t have any today, but if you want you can drop me off at the mall. I am going babe to see my sister,” she answers. “Sure, no problem,” He says as he offers to take her cup to the kitchen. She gives him her cup as he heads downstairs. “Next time, we’ll use these,” she says, showing Korey a pair of pink fur handcuffs. "Next time." It was the fourth checkpoint of the afternoon, Susan was getting used to them, she wearily collected her holdall with the ID, Jacob Isumkubu, sitting next to her, drove the Landcruiser while Daniel Mzume and her husband Richard Harding sat in back. ZANU PF War veterans, again, she noted, ever since Mugabe started using food as a weapon they had been trying to leave but the poor fuel, heating oil not diesel had destroyed their injection pump and delayed them, the Food Aid Charity needed the Land Cruiser for South Africa so they were trying to repatriate amateur it. They rolled to a halt asian and she got out, the Guards looked even more menacing than usual, "All out" they shouted. The guys followed her to a table where an officer was waiting, she presented the I.D. "Ah English Imperialist Pigs," he said pleasantly enough, and nodded. There were three shots. Jacob, Daniel and Richard each fell, each sporting a gaping wound to the skull, no blood, no bleeding. Dead. "We have suffered enough of you imperialists." "B'but Daniel and Jacob, they are, were black, just drivers" "Still enemies of the ZANU PF and useless mouths. " he explained "W,what will you do to me?" she asked. "No don't beg, I shall not be pitiful and kill you, you will wish, yearn for death soon but for now you will live, come let me tie you up like an animal." She did not resist or struggle as the guards bound her ankles and then bound her wrists behind her before forcing her to lie down in the dust for her ankles reality to be trussed to her wrists, almost as they would do with an animal. then rolling her onto her stomach they thrust a pole between her arms and her legs and lifted her first so her ankles and wrists were at shoulder height then carried her to a truck, usually used to transport pigs, and threw her together with the pole into the filth. 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 "Holding" or confession centre. They carried her inside hanging from the pole, the japanese pole resting on their shoulders. 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 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. I tried to look around for the little cherub but the EMT's held me down on the board and then lifted me onto the stretcher. My demo went as expected as did Daryl’s shooting. I’ll be back in 20 mins. I had no reality idea that she harbored incestuous thoughts for me. Yes, incest was made legal, but... She put her arms around him and looked into his eyes, knowing that they may both be about to orgasm before they die. "Wha... That might babe have been nasty, but both other dogs had cocks that seemed very large in comparison. “Um, yeah! As she shot through, and closed the door behind her, both Tim and Richard looked over at her. "Yeah I will be ok. I just happened to drink a little to much thats all." Everybody is different in how they want to be consoled. After I ate her out a bit. Outside, Wendy gulped down her own load of cum. DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual asian acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. Picking out some nice slacks, a dark blue button-down and a bright red tie I got my clothes ironed and ready. There japanese was what looked like a large amateur pressure vessel, not much different from a water heater, with a series of pipes going between them and gauges.