"Ability: sixty-seven percent. Within acceptable parameters."Sixty-seven? thought Dahra. I thought I was sixty-two.Looking through the visor, she saw ...a red "X" near the top of the dome. That was the point where she would open the portal. She looked around for the green "X", signifying the exit point, and found it near the left horizon of the dome. She needn't worry about the exit point; the computer would take care of that. All she had to worry about was opening a portal at the red "X"."Ten. " The only thing I like about men is their cocks. The idea of a cock in my mouth and/or ass, or mine in theirs turns me on to no end. Other than that, guys do absolutely nothing for me. Call it what you want, but if I don't find a man sexually attractive, that doesn't necessarily make me gay or bi. Maybe that's just me. Fuck labels, just enjoy yourself. But anyway, let's start my story.I work a shitty job. Normal, right? Well, I recently decided to take a small vacation; just take a few days to. I'll go home now and I'll see you in the morning.She was back the next day. "Rich, you're kind of smashed up, but there is nothing life threatening. You will be in the hospital for a little while. Not long we hope, only a few days. You hit your head pretty hard and have a concussion. You have three broken ribs and another couple ribs are lacerated."The worst damage is to your thigh. It is terribly bruised and the muscles are damaged. It is going to take a lot of therapy to get you back to where. The day had begun in freedom and joy and ended in misery and shackles. Glade marched along between Leaf Mulch and Anteater, her ankle pulled by Leaf Mulch's stumbling foot and pulled back, as was her neck, by the much younger and smaller Anteater. Glade's physical torment matched her mental one. The pain of rape stabbed her stomach from within. Blood stained her inner thighs as it trickled from her ravished anus. One eye was so swollen that she could barely see through it.The physical pain.