"You," she replied seductively. She walked over to the desk and leaned against it. "Oh? Why me?" I couldn't help my eyes lowering down to her heaving ...breasts that made a strange, tingling sensation down in my groin. The feeling grew as she walked over to me and her breath was close to mine and we stared back at each other. Isabella pushed me back against the bookshelf and leaned her body against mine. Her hands ran up my inner thighs, I was about to demand that she tell me what she was doing. I. Rough hands hauled her up and shoved her back in the chair. Tears falling, she watched the big guy slowly stand. Now his eyes were beady, dead, and mean.“Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It was too much. She didn’t have the strength. Please don’t hate me, Hunter.“Lightfoot has it. It’s contained in a microdot.”The big, thick-necked guy lowered his hand. “How many copies?”“Two,” she claimed. “On memory. Someone I suspect simply marched across the world to die on a battlefield. An axe was planted in his head, cutting it in half.The deaths mounted exponentially, seas of blood stained the dirt field.Over the din of the shrieks and cries of pain, I heard laughter. I tore my eyes from the heathens slaughtering God's warriors.My gaze once again found the demon.He was laughing.It was the most beautiful sound that I had ever heard. It was like a lilting flute intermingled with bird song and a babbling. This went on for about two straight hours with each man taking two to three minutes fucking me over and over again. It was all regimented and like clockwork. After a while the pain subsided and it actually started to feel good. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to like it. At the very end of it all each man jerked their thick white sticky loads all onto my stomach and tits. I remember wondering why they hadn’t cum inside me, or fucked my mouth or even my asshole but all that was explained.