A little late, but we’re catching up!

Zetta can feel the fumes off the sizzling alkaline mixture needling against her breasts as they jounce with each thrust from behind her. The mercenary is pumping harder and faster, now, and she dimly hopes he can last just a little longer before he dumps another load into her ass. She knows that as soon as he’s done, he’ll shove her facefirst into the barrel, where the caustic mixture will being dissolving her flesh. Zetta really, really wants to be dead before that happens.

But the way this day has gone, she knows she’ll probably still be conscious when it happens.