Guards swarmed in. “Back up! Back up!” they yelled. Seeing human faces, the women begged for mercy, for freedom. “Why are you doing this?” The question was asked again and again, but the guards weren’t allowed to answer. Their job was lund to hold the prisoners back as a sentinel came in, pushing a cart with a giant vat of stew. It was a collaboration of different meats and vegetables, everything the human body needed. It was made in bulk and made cheap, and for the Workers, it was perhaps the only thing they’d be eating for the rest of their lives. “Line up for breakfast!” one of the guards shouted. The smell of the stew and the offer of food ended most of the crying and questions. If their captors were giving them something, then that something could also be taken away. The women obediently formed lines through the maze of bunk beds, each one holding the bowl they had been given. One at a time, they fearfully approached the sentinels manning the vat of stew. They all remembered beasts like these dragging them out of their homes and throwing them into buses and trucks. The towering sentinel simply yanked the bowls from their hands, filled them, and shoved them back. More than one woman had her breakfast spilled in the process. What the women didn’t know was that their food was laced with growth hormones and fertility supplements. In the female Laborer pens, a mein similar scene took place. The women were roused to their feet, having nothing but mari the floor to sleep on. Breakfast for them came in the form of rubbery protein bars, made from the byproducts of the stew the Workers got, and just healthy enough for someone to live on. This was why the Laborers hadn’t been given a bowl for their meals, all they would ever get were these protein bars. The children were given the same meals, but naturally fussy, they had to be coaxed into eating their food by those tasked with caring for them. Or they were just threatened by the sentinels. After breakfast, guards moved through the Medic cell block, each with a roster of names and numbers. They were chut after doctors specializing in fertility and women’s health. They were pulled from their cells and brought to an infirmary in the concentration camp, an infirmary that they would be staffing. Then, the guards returned to the female Worker and Laborer pens, and women at random were dragged to Bhabhi the infirmary. There, they were given full medical checkups, but as per orders, the doctors had to focus their questions and examinations of the women’s fertility and menstrual cycles. Files and reports were made, and the process continued with every woman thirteen years old or older. Dominion sat in his office, looking over the recorded data for the concentration camp. It seemed he had met his first real obstacle since beginning this crime against humanity: the tedium of paperwork. He had spent years chudai planning this all out, yet only now did he realize bureaucracy was required. In the future, he’d have more subordinates to delegate this work to, but for now, he was forced to reap what he sowed. I wondered how long she had been there, since I did not hear her come in. Kat was sitting right where mom and I was doing our business. We kept constant eye contact as I fucked her faster and faster. It Bhabhi has become obvious to us that she needs this at least once each day to chut keep her on balance. He’s kind. “Have you ever thought about having sex or a relationship with a younger girl?” The truck swerves because he’s shocked she’d even ask something like that. Her drink was empty and I asked her if she would like another drink. It wasn’t that unusual, and it didn’t necessarily mean there was nobody home. He also couldn’t help but notice how, over the years, she mari had become even more beautiful. His hand went between my legs and I tried not to moan. It enrages me to no end." Dmitri licked at her skin and she turned her face to kiss him passionately and deeply then leant back again. “It'll be your cock soon,” purred Mom. "Would you get naked for me? mein I've never really seen a girl naked before . . . We spent the next thirty minutes or so talking about random stuff. He pulled out of her ass, wiping his finger on an asscheek. The other was a picture of Jessie and a young girl. “Clawed, zitz!!” Clawed sat on his haunches. She licked her lips, swallowed and I thought I detected a slight smile on her lips. “You lost. We had plenty of company over the weekend. As warm as it was I didn’t think the shower could have been hotter. My brain started spinning. "Yeah, when Sandy started sucking Bren's nipple, it was all I could do not to get up and do the same to her other one. As he reached the kitchen where the other girls were about to start dinner. The other man kicked off his shoes and moved to sit down at the nearby table while the husband retrieved a double sized bottle of vodka and four glasses from his suitcase. My futa-dick dripped with her sister-in-law's pussy juices. As soon as I showed up, she burst out of the crowd and gave me a huge hug. He moved Brooke up on his lap a bit, pretending to shift her weight, until he had a view of his own daughter’s teenage slit. “Dad,” said Jack, “when can we start?” He was rubbing his hardening cock thru lund his tented trousers. She pulled me to her and kissed me on the mouth. He took a moment to lay all his weight on her body trying to force his entire cock inside her on one stroke. chudai ass as i thrusted inside her this time i pulled out and drenched her red ass in my warm cum , she already