He continued to bleed out from the bullet wound to his neck, his face disfigured in horror. He had time to stare at his comrade Ahmed, who now sported three gaping chest wounds as he too sank down to the floor dying. A few more seconds and Khalif pitched over sideways, his lifeblood seeping into the stones, back into the earth. Two men had now become just lifeless dolls of flesh. Ramirez, Dawkins, and Crenshaw all rushed in. “Layla? Layla McAdams?” The dazed brunette slowly nodded. Ramirez cupped her face and spoke slowly to make sure she understood. “Your father sent us to recue you. Come with us.” He tugged her upright and the girl, still wearing the dark collar around her neck, her wrists chained just like Sandy’s, did her best to keep up. The next quarter hour was a harrowing journey for the three girls as they clung to their rescuers like puppies to their new owner. More gunfire occasionally erupted, and it was growing more and more intense. “They’re regrouping. We need to get the fuck out of here,” Ramirez growled. They finally cleared the last of the tents and began struggling up a trail which cleaved up the side of one of the ridges. As they neared the top, the loud whir of helicopter blades interrupted the sounds of battle. “Come on!” The three soldiers ushered the girls into the helicopter, climbed in after them, and then they were rising fast into the night. Kareena, Sandy and Layla hugged each other and wept. As the sounds of death and battle died away, drowned out by the drone of the helicopter, the three naked girls hugged each other even more tightly. Their tears of relief mingled together, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other as those tears – of joy, of relief, of cathartic grief – all poured out in a much-needed release. Hardcore They knew just one thing, but that one thing was more than enough. They were safe. Safe at last. Epilogue The shower’s hot water slid down the mercenary’s well chiseled figure, steam rising. Ramirez had to admit, he liked being a hero, and he especially liked being a hero when it paid so well. It had been six months since his mission to Ajikistan, six months since he and his crew had accepted a dangerous job from amateur a reclusive billionaire whose naïve daughter had been stupid enough to get her ass captured in a war-torn country posing as some do-gooder for an NGO which should have known better. But that was in the past. Sometimes it seemed like a century ago, sometimes like only yesterday. Ramirez finished washing off the shampoo from his scalp and then stepped out of the shower, and onto the tiled floor. Snagging a towel, he began wiping himself off. It was a shame though, too. Not all endings had turned out as well as it had for the three girls he had helped rescue. There had been two other humanitarian aid workers, two other girls – one Mira Scarlatti and Arianna Price. Neither of them had ever been found. According to his army contact, it was likely that neither of them ever would be, indian either. There was some sketchy intel, not much else. Mira had apparently gotten pregnant by an African general from a rebel group based in Nigeria; she was now his slave-girl mistress back in Africa. This was no problem as grandma and Josef took me shopping. Vickie looked at Julie with amateur a serious expression. She smiled widely as she looked at me, and then looked down at Dee as she sat on the indian dining table between us and again looked up at me and winked. I want you to scrape any cum from your face and put it into the glass.” She reached for the glass but when she picked it up it slipped from her hand and spilled on the floor. My cock was fully erect as I put on the shorts, without anything on underneath of course. “You suck,” I humorously commented as we exited the car. I wanted to scamper all around the temple and rub my pussy on every inch of it. "Okay, but we can still talk about the magic though can't we? She thrust her pants and blue panties down in a single go, her cock popping out. Then he leaned over to close to her navel, bit down on the drawstring of her petticoat, and then pulled it loose with his mouth. I then suck your clit into my mouth and start teasing it with my tongue. “Here’s my thought. His voice was happy and loving and normal and it made her remember what things had been like before she had spent every day of her life being raped. We kissed, but after having sex, I just wanted to escape. Tegan turned to Trevor. I plopped down beside her. “You’re fine, don’t try to move too much. “I have no desire to shatter their assumptions.” Even in joke form, Hardcore it still felt weird telling Nicole I loved her, especially since I knew she wasn’t going to say it back. She pushed the dildo past his tight sphincter, making him nearly scream in pain. the sex I mean.” With Irma’s departure, Gene the observant and sensitive gentleman that he was offered that perhaps I would be looking for a lady to pick up Irma’s duties and some of Gloria’s, too.