The leather-faced patrons of Chao Tao Duke's varied so greatly in species that one couldn't find a more diverse sample in a hell bound train.  There were the standard diviations of humans, divided by race, creed and gender.  But also present were gene-splicers, mutants, aberrants, replicants, cyborgs, gestalts, puppets, demons and so-called gods, all of whom represented a threat to the thigh-high boot wearing prostitute lay prostrate on the bar.  Anonymous hands descended on Vasha, grasping her ankles and her thighs, her biceps and her wrists.  Greedy, clammy, claw-like hands roamed across the shifting curves of her ribs and the underside of her breasts.  Hands explored the difference in texture between the leather of her boots and the silkiness of her thighs.  Three men placed all of their weight unto her shoulders and her head so that another could slap her forehead with his thick, stubby member.  Vilhelm laughed.<br/><br/>"Take her clothes off!  Take her clothes off!"  He screamed.<br/><br/>Mar, the man with his hand at Vasha's hotpants' zipper, glowered at Vilhelm.  He was a tall, muscular black man with a shaved head and large beard, who wasn't as cut or as chiseled as he had been in his prime.  He was in the process of beating his large, surgically enhanced dick against the inside of Vasha's thigh, but the crowd was becoming an unruly tirade against him.  The bartender produced a set of scissors-- and Wilhelm himself sliced Vasha's hotpants and bra.  He slowly slid the blades of the scissors across Vasha's collar bone as hands pried into her vagina, her anus and her breasts.<br/><br/>"It seems that all of us are worthy of you now, hmm?"   He said to Vasha, assuring her that the blades of the scissors were sharp.  There were a few laughs and catcalls from the patrons.  Vilhelm pushed Mar aside, then gestured to Vasha's femininity, exposed as it was.  "A man can't but marvel at the beauty of the female form."   He slapped her pussy, then rammed his tongue down her snatch.  He swirled it, bellowing dramatically.  Then he stood up, laughing, and dumped a shot of whiskey over her pelvis.  It was now Mar's turn to lick her, lapping up the whiskey like a dog.<br/><br/>Gabriel had watched the situation unfold curiously, but did not act on any impulse to help Vasha.  Indeed, he thought that he would partake in the festivities.  As Vilhelm's old whore walked by, Gabriel stopped her with a devilish smirk and said,  "I need you to warm me up."   With a smile, the old pro crouched down, unbuckling his huge beltbuckle, and lowered his zipper to unfurl his member.  She was deliberate in her ministrations, carefully stroking Gabriel with two hands, licking the tip of his penis.  She couldn't get her lips around the bulbous head:  it was the size of a small apple when completely erect.  She placed her nose on the underbelly of his cock, tugging his sac with her chin, and licked the very base of it.  Then, when the old crone saw that Gabriel's flesh could not possibly support any more growth, she pushed his cock against his abdomen (the tip almost touched the apex of his chest) and buckled his belt back on.  She slapped it, rose and kissed Gabriel.  Gabriel loved the taste of sex in her mouth.<br/><br/>Gabriel led the old crone by the hand towards Vasha, shoving men and women aside, until he was confronted with Mar and Vilhelm.<br/><br/>"Ah!  Gabriel!"  Vilhelm said, tugging at Gabriel's dick.   "It looks like you're raring to go!"<br/><br/>"I want to fuck her first,"  Gabriel said with a snarl.<br/><br/>Vilhelm and Mar looked to one another and shrugged.  Gabriel was a bit too wild to not be given preference.<br/><br/>"All right, but don't get too attached!"  Everyone laughed.<br/><br/>Gabriel reached over and firmly gripped Vasha's nipple.  He squeezed it and twisted it wickedly.  The old crone at his shoulder laughed.  Gabriel grabbed Vasha by the throat and slapped her across the face.  The old crone knelt behind him, undoing his belt buckle and lowering his pants.  She eagerly followed his hips with her tongue, circling the asterisk of his anus.  As his legs widened, she reached to cup his balls in her hands.  Meanwhile, Gabriel was pulling Vasha closer and closer to the edge of the bar, much like a whirlpool pulls in a vessel.<br/>