Kriss was still smiling as Aaron approached her and the kick took her by surprise. The yoke, suddenly unsupported, pulled her down and crashed on the concrete floor with a loud noise, which seemed to echo in her skull as it too banged against the floor. Dazzled by the blow, her upper body against the floor while her butt and legs were still on the mattress, she looked up at the man, an incredulous look on her face. She could not believe what he had just done and it definitely could not be an accident.<br/><br/>She tried to sit up but the yoke was anchoring her head down and it always took her a lot of efforts to straighten up. As the man stepped on her belly, her weakened abs were not even able to resist the pressure and she gasped in pain. She moaned and tried to protest, her slit and pinned tongue producing incoherent sounds along with a lot of saliva.<br/><br/>As the man grabbed her legs, she tried to kick him. Her kicks used to be deadly. She had killed a man more than once in just once well-placed kick. But those times were gone. Her tired and cramped legs could not resist the man's strength. Her shoes were removed and she was dragged on the floor until she felt the heat of the flames almost directing against her raw soles. Again she tried to kick, to jerk her legs, to twist her hips but as the man was sitting on them, it was to no avail. Her meaningless pleas got more frantic, louder and more desperate. She wiggled her feet, curled and uncurled her toes, desperately trying to move them away from the heat.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooonggg! Ooonnnggg!"</strong>she moaned, her face grimacing in pain and incredulity. She could not understand why Aaron was doing this to her.<br/><br/>Then began the usual assault. Her clothes were torn from her body, revealing her tortured nakedness. The spectacle was no longer as rejoicing as it used to be but still her athletic features and womanly curves had some appeal. As the man mauled and kneaded her badge-covered breasts, she cried loudly , shaking her head fiercely while trying to call for Aaron's pity.<br/><br/>And all the time the heat was building up against her exposed soles. At first, by wiggling them in all directions she had been able to present a different part of them to the flames but now the pain was getting very hard to bear. She jerking her legs forcefully and Aaron had more difficulty to keep them in place.<br/><br/>By now Aaron's face was but inches from her own and she could smell his foul breath. She tried to make sense of his threatening words. Once again, someone was trying to bargain his help against some sexual services. She was sort of used to it by now. And at least, with Aaron, there was a good chance he would really help her. And after what she had been through, giving a blow-job to him would hardly count.<br/><br/>She yelped as he ripped the badge from her tongue. And then she began to explain all she had been through since her capture. The two part of her tongue were moving in different directions, causing her speech to sound very alien and sometimes difficult to understand. She was drooling a lot, covering her chin and cheeks with her saliva. But at least she was able to talk.<br/><br/>The heat against her soles was unbearable by now. Her words were interrupted with exclamations of agony. She was sure that blisters must have begun to form.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, please! Stop that! My feet!!! Aaaagh!!!! Ooooow! The Pats, they caught me and branded me. They raped me too. As every thug I have met on my way to here. AOoooooow!!!! Stop that fire!!!! Pleaaase! I promise I'll give you a blow-job. Aaaaaoooow!!! They shoved glass fibre up my pussy, so better not go there. AOooow!!! Please, I'll suck your cock but stop burning my feeeeeet! I beg you!!!!"</strong>