Heavy. They beat her. Amateur porn Those who served with her never forgot. “Then let me break. “No,” he said, voice hoarse. It was done. She arched her back. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue. Between them lay the object: a power core encased in sanctified adamantium, roughly the size of a gauntleted fist. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. But it wasn’t enough. She simply rolled onto her side and wept — not from shame, but from the knowledge that her body was no longer hers. What she had become. But he looked up as she entered. Her entire body resisted — locked up — twisted in silent torment. She could not. But it wasn’t enough. The pain was unspeakable. But still she did not cry out. “You carried it, child.”
Roxy said nothing. “Where?”
Her voice cracked. With no secure means of delivery, a vital power core was to be transported in the most covert and unthinkable way: hidden within the body of an unarmed Sister.
