"I've never had one that thick," she said, as I knelt behind. At first it wouldn't go in. "Am I sticking it in the right place?" I asked. "Yes, you're...right on target," she answered. "You just have to push harder." She groaned as it sank into her. She was tighter than Mom because she had no c***dren and hadn't been fucked as many times. I clamped my hands to her waist and began what was really my first true fuck. My cock had been in Mom's pussy but she had done all of the work. I can still. "Don't resist, fledgling." Mameka Bey'tan urged. "Pump your soul into me."Phil was surrounded by a mad chorus as he sank deeper into Mameka Bey'tan's sticky grip. This was the true heart of the demon: a roiling pandemonium of innumerable lost souls trapped in a hinterland between this life and the next, enslaved to an existence of eternal servitude within the flesh of a monster that wore the face of an angel.This was to be his fate, Phil realised. He couldn't stop it. His stupid cock was. He hit her again, across thestomach, then again across her cunt. Soon her cries grew horse, but he kept beating her withthe crop, his cock very hard. Finally, when she slumpedover in a faint, he stopped and cleaned his crop of herblood. Taking a chain collar from a drawer, he clippedit shut around her pale neck. Then he unbound her andcarried her limp body to his bed.Janie regained consciousness in a few minutes, andfound her self lying on her stomach across a largepillow, her wrists tied to. Eventually I managed to squeeze the car in and headed into the building. "I've got an appointment," I said to the receptionist. "Sebastian in IT?" Sure," she said, punching a number into her phone. She spoke into the mouthpiece, "Seb? Visitor for you." She put the handset down and turned back towards me. "He'll be over in a minute. Take a seat."I'd barely the chance to thank her before a figure appeared through the door from the admin areas. He looked like Murdoc from Gorillaz. It ain't a great.