Fahima released her grip on his hips and used her small hands to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her. "Donte. Please. Ya Allah I ...eed it Donte. Come on you black bastard. Fuck my Muslim cunt!" She roared. He had teased her enough so he started slamming in to her harder, finally giving her what she wanted. Fahima began to shudder and writhe beneath him, lifting her crotch up into each thrust of his cock. She opened her legs as wide as they would go and wrapped them around. “No!” He growled, “You stay here with me. There will be no escape for you.” He assaulted me more rapidly now, gaining speed as my body tightly gripped him inside of me, allowing him more control. I hated him, hated my body for it’s lack of power. Pressure and a dull pain reached me again, and with that he withdrew and then plunged back in, my ears rung as he bashed into the entrance of my womb, so deep inside me now that there was nothing left of me, it was only him filling me with his gorging. Mike sat facing them, a glass of iced tea at hand offered moments after he had introduced himself as a visiting friend from the Methow Valley. He brought news that their daughter was settling in well with her aunt and uncle."Yes, we heard. These last few days it's been all the news. Our church ... our friends ... everyone is upset. We've been harassed by TV reporters, and others, all trying to get stories from us." Frank was embarrassed, still trying to sort out his feelings."A fitting end!". ?What was your name before you became a slave? he asked. She looked shocked but recovered quickly enough ?Cassie master? she answered. ?Then that is what I shall call you? he said ?you may call me Doctor?. They continued driving in silence for sometime, the truth was he wanted to see if she would say anything or ask where they were headed, but she didn’t and he was pleased. ?The house is in the middle of nowhere, my brother and I like privacy and we will not be disturbed? she’d jumped slightly.