“Where were you?” she demanded when I dropped my crutches under the table. “I was worried. Were you sick?”“Sick of school,” I said. “Sor...y I missed you.” I explained everything that had happened and she sat with her mouth open getting almost as angry as I’d been.“That is so unfair!” she shouted. A few people turned to look at her and she hushed her tone. “We should start a student walkout to protest. She should be made to take the finals the same way you are.”“Come on, now, Doodlebug. Who in. “I had already recovered from my accident. Mistress Lana here took great pleasure in getting you, and she will be pleased to train you as the little bitch you are. Maybe she will even give you the full bitch status, letting you constantly walk on all fours and be permanently available, but there will be time for that eventually.” “Because you were so focused with your fucking you didn’t even realize I was home and that I discovered you and that stupid whore the day of the accident. If you had. ...as she whippered..." Oh God....Oh God". I started pumping my cock in and out of her hot wet pussy faster and faster....our bodies slapping and making that sexy sound a wet pussy makes. I lifted up on my hands and she wrapped her legs around my waist and looked up at me smilling as she humped up to meet my thrust with both of her feet on my ass she would push down with my every thrust, driving my cock deep and hard into her. I paused and pulled out of her.....sliding off the sofa I reach. It was brutally cold instead of torturously hot. The fires still burned and the embers still floated through the stale, filthy air. When I inhaled I still smelled the stench of death.The demon death came for me with a sickle fashioned out of fillings torn from the mouths of the dead. The blade looked to be as lethal as anything ever forged, and death looked like he knew how to use it.When I looked around for something to use to defend myself, I saw a sword.The sword was alive.It shimmered in.