"Yes," he said, "but I'm afraid that this is a disease that we cannot cure. We can stabilise it and that we have done. For how long I wouldn't even of...er a guess. Have you thought about a carer? It's twenty-four seven." Yes but it wouldn't work. I don't want to go into it at the moment but any carer would be treated as mud by my father and not last a week."The consultant registered but said nothing."It'll have to be me," said Moira."When I said twenty-four seven I meant it," he said. "You can't. We were really looking forward to it. If you want to leave, then leave." You. . . you won't stop me?" asked Jan."We're not r****ts," said Cyrus. "We won't make you do anything you don't want to."Relieved, Jan headed for the door. Just as she was about to leave, Cyrus said, "Although, if you leave, we're going to have to hurt Rick very bad, especially for getting our hopes up."Jan paused."And then," continued Cyrus, "we're going to have to keep hurting him until he pays. And if he gets hurt so. He reached down and one at a time raised my legs up double and after that his strokes went further into me and felt tighter.I was starting to feel a climax build when suddenly he stoppedand withdrew. I raised an eyebrow wondering if anything was wrong.Turn around he said moving me up onto all fours with my buttoverhanging the edge of the bed.Again he entered me, quicker this time he pumped into me with a firm thrust that knocked me forward each time his pelvis hit my ass. Reaching around to rub. All he wanted was to control them, use them, and eventually eat them. He viewed the young women, one’s shape pleased him, the other’s belly bulged out, she’d be good for food, the child inside would be a delight, a delicacy for his pallet. Not that his primitive brain constructed the thoughts like that, they were of a more uncomplicated nature. He’d eat them both, he’d fuck both, but the thin with the big tits would be more fun to rape.Instinctively the creature would make sure the prey.