We hop on some 4 wheelers—and ride over to the bunkhouse. It was about a football field distance from the main house. As we walk in, we're met with ...yet more light applause, and some more beer flowing. I walk around with Dustin as he introduces me to everyone, which of course would take me weeks to actually remember them all. After a couple of hours a few of us end up back outside. Mostly the 'crew chiefs', along with me and Dustin, and Kelso and Patroni. Softly chatting under the trees, Dustin. Only the finest warriors to come from the academy were considered for the privilege to bare the black uniform with gold buttons and white cords, trademark of the Nocturnes. They came demanding the immediate surrender and arrest of the entire village. A village of smiths goes quietly? The fighting started that night, slow and bloody. The weapon workers knew how to fight with a blade and the rest of the men used the tools of their trade to cut, bash, tear and slaughter their way through the. As the alcohol took over, more and more of the girls got less inhibited. There were girls making out with their boyfriends and holding or stroking their cocks. Girls dancing with hard or semi hard cocks being pushed against them. It was all so playful at firt with all of us girls pretty much grabbing at any cock that came near us. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I guess between the alcohol and fake anonymity in wearing a mask, inhitions were dramatically lowered. I loved looking. Somehow the race got completed, and we had a sigh of relief. But it was short-lived. Our rankings were noted, and we were again taken back to the starting line. I thought this could be the second round of the same race, but I was over positive as usual.Mistress explained to us that this is the second type of race. We would be given some iron balls, tied with a thin rope at one end. The other end of the rope would be tied to our cocks. We would need to drag those iron balls to the other end. The.