”“Took the words right out of my mouth,” said Frank. “So you’re the leader of these little band of terrorists.”“We’re not terrorists.�...��“Oh I don’t know. You people enslave humanity and bend reality to your will. If you’re not terrorists, then you’re as bad as, if not worse than them.”“Are you here to negotiate or just criticise us?” Asked Adam.“Well I don’t see why I should negotiate when he’s the one who was stupid enough to allow himself to be captured.”“You could have given him magical. That’s what she needed right now more than anything — His understanding and reassuring friendship. The beautiful body and sexy smile that came along with it would simply be a pleasant sideline. Smiling more than she had in weeks, Sierra got back in the car and had a horrible thought. Maybe Garret was just really expecting a conversation. If so she had to be very careful not to show her disappointment and do her best to keep her overriding libido in check. No need to loose a good friend over a. After moving his hand, in one brief and sudden move she grabbed the waistband of both her underwear and spankies while lifting her ass off the seat. Within seconds, they were at her ankles. One blink later they were simply bundled up in her hand. She placed them in the outside pocket of her gym bag on the floor. As she sat back in the seat she spread her legs wide enough to accommodate Brian's hand fully.Denise and Frank had seen the whole thing. Both Kris and Brian could see Frank was also. So the torturer smiles and removes the needles slowly. The girl’s respite is brief, however, and her terror returns to a new level as he slides the glowing brazier in front of her and looks her in the eyes. Now she’s violently shaking her head and screaming, “Plllleaaassee noooooo….noooooo,” at the top of her lungs. The torturer unhooks the clamps extending her breasts and they snap back into place, now swollen and painted with red welts and puncture wounds. The man plays with her abused tits.