So, it was a case of faux incest for me, at least in my mind and in my conscience and I refused to listen to the slings and arrows of nay-sayers of ne...ativity stirring up the hidden mud under the surface of an otherwise happy home.My sister Susan was a peach of a girl possessed of a cooperative spirit and why she would fall under the spell of a middle-aged man with dubious dealings was beyond my ability to comprehend. Of course, Johnny was handsome in a rough, he-man sort of way and had a thing. The three executives explained to her that they would love to appoint her to the position, but as a woman, she had to agree to submit sexually and then prove it by going through The Initiation, a weekend of gangbanging and sexual abuse. That would be only the beginning of a career filled with lost weekends in the hands of depraved male college staff."What if I don't show up for one of those weekends?" she asked boldly, her mind desperately seeking ways out of this nightmare. Harold King, the. Ursus now attacked with his tail. He was not as skilled in the tail-fighting as Brogolak, but he did not have to be. Brogolak was so overconfident, that he was not taking adequate care with his defense, so the tail blow from Ursus caught him on the chin and knocked his head back in what was close to a killing blow. I was really worried as Brogolak collapsed to the ground, badly stunned. For practical purposes, Brogolak was knocked cold, and I was truly afraid for his life.When Brogolak fell, a. Hard inhis sleep. Felt his hard cock. Waking him. Not speaking. Kneeling for it. Kneelingto be fucked. Having to explain how I wanted him to take me. The heat searingmy face in the dark. I had knelt like the bitch I was, pushing up my sex. A cock at my engorged lips, at my well lubricated opening. A cock sinkingdeep into my body easily. Feeling it more than usual. Wetter than usual.Full. A fucking. Just a fucking. Because I was told to. Ordered to. To fuck,on command. I was a whore who knew.