I wanted to know how dangerous she was. I took from her the knowledge of every beast she had killed. There were too many to remember, and some had bee... close to me. The trade needed to be even. She knew exactly how many deaths I had caused. It was true that I had never personally killed a single hunter. We both knew I was responsible for their deaths, and many other innocents. I had wanted to find out how dangerous she was. Something was missing from the answer I got. She was older and stronger. Instead of bouncing past my asshole, his huge, thick cock head slid straight into my butt with an overwhelming stretching sensation as the wide shaft followed.My asshole squeezed his cock helplessly as Katie cooed. "Yeesssssss babyyyyyyy...Take that fucking big black cock for me. You know I want to see your sissy hole filled with cock." Fffffuuuuuuck baby!" I said as he partially withdrew from my ass and thrust just millimeters deeper than before. "His dick is so big! I'm completely stuffed!". It's just such a foreign response ... nothing we've had to face before has made him run, and I know all the reasons, Margo's explained it all too many times, but it's not only nothing Harry's done before, it's something I simply can't comprehend. Trouble draws a family together, and him running away ... I feel like he's abandoned us, and if he can do that, who says he can't just leave us forever?" I think we may have to redefine some terms here," Susan said. "To me it sounds like your heart. .....My sister/sexslave EmilyAs I walked down to my basement I could hear my thirty-two year old sister Emily crying in her cage. Since it was only her second day of sexual enslavement she was still pretty shaken up so I was going down their to get her used to her new life and “break” her in. as I approached the cage I said “don’t cry Emily, I love you and I’m going to take care of you” while I slapped a folded leather belt on my palm. I opened Emily’s cage and told her to get out and stay on.