Although many of the men had been killed, the survivors had been taken and would become slaves. They would work either in the mines or on the temples,...eighteen hour days, every day until they died. The women would be used in the fields or, in a few lucky cases, as nursemaids or harem girls. Harsh as their treatment of the villagers was, the conquerors had a particularly gruesome fate in store for one unfortunate victim. It was the time of year to honor Chac, the fertility god, to ensure a. Intimacy aside, I was still her father. She didn’t understand how irreversible or how significant intercourse was. It was my responsibility to help her accept the situation. Steeling myself, I opened the door and entered. Sia was on her back, her head propped up with pillows, her iPhone in her hands. She didn’t even look at me.“I said I don’t want to talk to you,” she repeated.“Well, I need to talk to you.” Sitting on the edge of her bed, I placed my hand on her thigh. She shook it off.. Ivan was already starting on dinner. Yann had a copy of the house blue prints and was making notes at the kitchen table. Ivan was fully dressed; Yann was only wearing pants. They both smiled as I came in."Recuperated yet?" Yann leered at me."Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked."Dumped him right before I had lunch." Right." This was looking less and less like heatstroke. "Ok. Look. I've had time to reconsider this harem thing and -" And, yes, from outside it's going to look a little. "Oh baby, you can say it. Say what you feel to me." I said as his cock surged deep within my aching womb. So much hope."God Shannon. You have me... you have me." He gasped as he thrusts became more insistent.He then sat up on his hands, and initiated all of his potential. Soon, the slaps and grunts of us echoed throughout the room as overwhelming authority took its command. It was as if that boy wanted nothing more than to crawl inside me whole, and stay there forever. At this point, I would.