Chapter 36 My sleep was shattered by three sharp raps which crashed through my slumber like gunshots in a nightmare on the morning of the third day. "What the hell!" I hurled myself from my bed, stomped across the floor and jerked open the door. "Do you have any idea of the time?" My growl faded to a reluctant sigh as Sheila pushed past me into the quarters Darlene and I had shared since our arrival at the compound last fall. "Good morning, Sky, time for coffee," she said with a slight smile. "It's not morning." I looked out the window at a black sky filled with stars shining through the fading glow of Northern Lights. I rubbed grains of sleep from my eyes and complained, "It's the middle of the effn' night. I only got three hours of shuteye." "Hour more than me. Your day begins with mine; you've got ten minutes to shit, shave, and shower, and by the way, change your nasty underwear. You stink." She wrinkled her nose. "Meet me on the southwest deck. I'll be waiting." The chief turned on her heel and walked out the door without another word. Her invitation was not open to debate. I was at her beck and Brutal call. I rubbed the stubble on my chin as I looked down at my dingy-gray whitey-tighties and sniffed my armpit. She might have a point. My hair was still damp as I took a seat across from Sheila at the cafe style table and awaited her instructions. I sipped from my cup and gazed at the strange, yet familiar sky domination around us. The thin sliver of the crescent moon lingering just above the western horizon had an eerie feel about it as we drifted in a twilight zone between our worst nightmares and our worst fears. Yesterday was history and tomorrow hadn't arrived yet. The sky no longer belonged to man. The ubiquitous contrails crisscrossing the heavens had been replaced by scattered clouds and the slowly fading displays of the Northern Lights. The commercial airways which a few days ago had sounded the news of the world now serenaded us with hissing static. Sheila glanced at her wristwatch. "You're two minutes early." "Yeah, I skipped the shave," I grumbled as BDSM I finished tucking japanese my clean shirt into my cargo pants. I rubbed the stubble on my chin and brushed a few thin Slave damp strands of runaway hair from my face. "Have a seat," the commander nodded as she pointed to the vacant chair in front of me. With a smile, she tilted her body forward and filled my empty cup with a cloud of steaming brew and slid the crystal sugar bowl across the tiny table. My smile froze as I sat down and adjusted my chair's position to face the Chief. She felt a rough hand begin to grope and pinch her nipples, which she just realized were hard as rocks, either from the cold or her arousal, domination she wasn’t sure which. “Let me do the fucking,” moaned Jalila. The proud pirate, unbowed by the statistics that a most-want-to-lose Runner hasn’t been the victor in the Slave Rape Run for many years, japanese seems too remote to me. Elise moaned. She poked out her tongue and placed the second pill on it, and swallowed. Then again the latest conflict he started was beginning to be somewhat fun.’ BDSM You're sweet!" Grand-father was a Earl for heaven’s sake, I was expected to marry at least my equal. She panted, her round breasts rising and falling, her green eyes glossy. “Daddy I might cum!” I said, shocked. “Hello, officer? “Well I don’t think you’ll need any stitches. We ate at one of the restaurants along the waterfront, even getting Duke some nice treats. The three of them did shop for a few hours. Her mom landed on the backside with a thump and she too broke out laughing. But if it really is, then I Brutal don’t want to be awakened, at least, for another 50 or 60 years.” he told her. At least, she did not show of, using her shirt to cover up. Ealaín nodded to me, her yellow-bright eyes glowing with approval. But I’m not sure I have what it takes for a job like that.