I caressed and fondled her ass a bit and ran my hands down her sides and back up to her ass. She shook her body and twisted, trying to pull away from ...my touch. I decided to remove her gag. "Why... why are you doing this?" she asked, "I've never done anything to you. Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO! I"LL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTH!" she screamed.I took a step back and the room became strangely quiet. Cunt even stopped crying and screaming for a few seconds, probably trying to hear what was. Cease.’“And should you win?”‘You find someone more worthy to face our challenge!’“Three against three?”‘No more than.’“I will consult.”‘Unacceptable! Choose your champions!’“Truvia, Loss, attend me,” I requested, making up my mind on the spot, seeing a swift end to this idiotic war.“Does it want what I think?” Truvia asked whilst Loss simply listened.“Yes. A duel, three against three; we win they all ... as in all aliens, die. They win, we choose someone better.”“Intriguing, count me in.”“Me. To my right I saw a blank concrete wall. To my left were two women, both bound in similar fashion as myself to large chairs with a cross beam on the back to secure our shoulders and elbows. These women also had leather strap gags in their mouths. Their hair was shorn and they were only wearing black knickers or small black bikini bottoms. If I had met either in a different situation, in a club or at a party, I might think them pretty, or even sexy. I then looked down at myself and saw I was. Steve quickly grabbed Vlad and lowered him gently to the floor. Blood leaked from his upper chest, but Steve was more concerned about the fact that the son of the Russian president was turning a dark blue as he now clutched his throat."Get me a sharp knife and a straw!" demanded Gwen as she dropped down by President Novokov's only son. Steve scrambled a short distance to pick up a steak knife, and then removed a plastic straw from a drink glass. He quickly returned to Gwen and knelt next to her.