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Traitor's aren't entitled to due process.” Bobby was already sobbing as he pulled violently against the chain secured to the wall. “No! I'm so sorry… I will never do it again!” he yelled, struggling to get as far from them as possible. Bobby still had his fatigues on, which pissed Murph off more than anything. CGB pulled out a smartphone, showing Murph the black and white recording of Bobby stopping at the prisoners cell. Moments later enemy outdoor soldiers removed him in a restraint chair. Fast forwarding, CGB stopped the video where Bobby dropped off a Humvee near the ramp for the enemy soldiers to use, helping them escape. “You are a traitor,” Murph said plainly, walking up to Bobby. “Please Commander…” he begged pressing against teen the wall. “I am not your Commander,” Murph spat. “You have one chance. One. Tell me everything you know and we will consider showing you mercy,” CGB said standing beside Murph, his arms crossed over his bare chest. “Fuck, I don't… they didn't tell me much. I only know how to get in without the codes.” Murph went to him, grabbing his collar, lifting him off the floor. “How?” Bobby looked around terrified, “It's not easy to do it, I only got in once.” Murph kneed him directly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Punching him hard in the face, Murph grabbed his collar again. Bobby spit out blood from his busted lip, his eyes wet from tears. “Its through a cave Hardcore system… one deep in the girl college woods on the border of Pennsylvania.” Murph punched him hard in the face again, holding him still as he tried to pull away from him. “You expect me to send my men to the fucking border of a UPP state after you helped one of theirs escape. You fucking…,” Murph raised his fist again but stopped himself. Shaking his head, he looked back to CGB, “Do you want to take this over? I don't have fucking time for this.” Bobby started sobbing quietly, as Murph held his collar. CGB walked up to them smiling. “Do you think you can manage to not kill him?” Murph asked. “I can keep him going for 36 hours,” he said, cracking his neck. Murph dropped Bobby in disgust, pushing him to the floor. “We will see if this cave exists tomorrow, get as much from him as you can,” Murph said checking the time. Almost 2:30am. “Dr. Porter is coming tomorrow morning around 11am,” he said. CGB kicked Bobby on the floor, his heavy boot leaving mud prints on the young man's fatigues. Bobbing her head up and down the Hardcore hunter now realised that due to the length of her maw and depth of her mouth the hunter could fit the outdoor whole length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease without causing any discomfort to anyone. The way it struck fear into us made me think of what I knew of Stockholm syndrome. The pill made me into such a slut. “Have girl a good day, Nurse Davies,” she called as she slipped out. “There was this rush and...” She bit her lip. My now wife used to give me blow jobs but would always stop short of swallowing , I told her the name of the first girl she knew her she said . I shuddered at the imperfect toy. There was an incubus twenty yards teen to my college left. “I’m guessing you don’t want them getting out to people you know.” She slowly shakes her beautiful head. Sensing Liz's submissive nature, he reached behind her head and started pushing it down to his crotch, while pulling down his gym shorts just enough to expose some of his penis. “Mmm, you made me this way,” groaned the MILF.