My asshole was stretched open so tight, that it paralyzed me. When he began to fucked my asshole really deep and hard, I began crying and screaming. T...e more I cried, the harder he fucked my butthole. As he was pounding my asshole hard and fast, he was saying, “you’re my bitch! Right? Your going to worship my cock everyday. Right?” as I cried from the punishment he was giving my butthole, I answered “yes” to all his questions. My brother was on a power trip. The more I cried, the higher his. Jack, Sue, and Hat were baffled by this, but they didn't care as long as the creature was no longer a threat.Again, they rested a few minutes before resuming their trip through this ghastly level of the cellars. When they were ready, Sue lowered her shield over the rest of the corridor, and they found themselves facing more of the small demons, this time wearing leather armor colored green, and their battle axes had green blades. Sue immediately began casting her moving fire wall, sending it. "Josh halted in mid-stride, his mouth hanging open. I could see his eyes drift from my face to my outfit and on down to my long, bare legs. His eyes flicked back up to lock on mine and I saw comprehension dawn in the brown depths. Josh visibly straightened and took on an air of authority before coming to stand next to me."Well then, Miss James, why don't we go into my office to discuss your infraction."Josh opened the door and led me over to the small office area he had set up. An antique oak. I had been homeless since leaving Walter Reed many years before. Homeless but not living on the streets and not indigent, thanks to the Chief's pointing me at small wins in the Lotto. I visited every city from Boston to Tacoma. I even stopped at Winslow, Arizona to see if there was "a girl, my Lord, in a flat bed Ford slowing down to take a look at me." That old song reverberated in my head for several 'whiles.' No girls, for me that day, anyway.They couldn't really track me, except for the GPS.