I left for work this morning, on Christmas Eve knowing that my family will be home this evening. I was happy I'd missed them so much. Just after lunch...time DZ barged in."Get out of my office," I snapped at him, finally growing a spine."Come on whore, this is going to be our last time anyway, I'm getting tired of you," he sneered. "I'm tired of this whole fucking loony bin."Then he picked me up, pulled up my skirt and just started ramming me. It hurt like hell because I wasn't the slightest bit. Soon she'd peeled me out of my leather jockstrap and waswrapping those glossed lips around my cock. This little sissy couldreally give good head!I looked down at her, all pink lace and chiffon, hair all done up, facelooking like some Vegas showgirl, feet jammed into some impossibly highfetish shoes, a thick chain collar around her throat with his heavypadlock snapped in place, her finger nails done up with a perfectFrench manicure, and her lips wrapped around my shaft. The look in hereyes was. Though her voice was the voice of a young girl, it, like her eyes, spoke with centuries of wisdom and sorrow. Joseph wondered at this in a girl so young. ‘Why are you here, then?’ he asked. ‘I am only here because you invited me,’ she replied. ‘Invited?’ asked Joseph, slightly incredulous. ‘I’ve spent the last several years running from you.’ ‘No,’ she gently reproved him. ‘You have always invited me, but you were always afraid to meet me.’ ‘Afraid?’ Joseph asked, ‘I always managed to escape. It would have sensors and was probably heavily armed. With it they had a massive advantage, without it they would be hamstrung and the field would be leveled. But before he started his campaign he needed a secure base. The estate next to his official residence had fallen into disrepair long before he had arrived and the old roofless mansion house was partially collapsed. He had found, while exploring one day, the mansion still had a functional cellar and cold store, the advantage being that.