Despite the close call when she'd swiped at him with her yoke, Dex made sure to be as involved in the whole ordeal as possible.  To him, the biggest crime of all was that that bitches smoking hot body had been captured, subdued, placed at the mercy of everyone...and it was just going to be sent out into the ruined city.  Well...at least a few lucky fucks had managed to enjoy it...and he was going to get what little slice of the pie might remain.  Even if that simply meant taking part in the restraining of her for the branding, and availing himself of every opportunity to roughly take hold of her wherever took his fancy.  He was one of the ones holding her right leg as it was seared at the bottom - the cruellest of all the three brandings.  For his part he took less of a thrill in her tortured screams of anguish, as in the unnoticed opportunity to watch her breasts lunge out as her back arched, and to run his hands up her legs and grope at her twitching crotch, imagining that the bucking and writhing of her body was the result of his touch.  Needless to say nobody in the crowd was paying any attention to his roaming hands, and certainly Kriss' mind would be far from the molesting he was inflicting on her, blinding as she was by the sheer agony of the hot iron.<br/><br/>All too soon his fun was over, and she was left to climb to her feet under her own strength.  Dex watched her entire body shaking with pain and emotion as he backed away with all the rest of the crowd.  Scanning her from top to bottom, her pursed his lips and nodded.<em>Yep, even half cooked and covered in spit, she'd still get one from me with a fucking run-up.</em>His crotch was bulging at the mere thought of it.