" Well, it serves him right." Jill, he deserves a chance."She got that flash of fire in her eyes, then relaxed. "I know." Go use the bathroom. I'm goi...g to invite him in for a cup of coffee."She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "OK. I'll be out in a few minutes."I opened the front door and motioned for John to come in. He was out of the car and on his way up the path almost immediately."Good morning, John." Well, at least you're talking to me." I think Jill will talk to you, too.. Maureen was still extremely skittish and appeared ready to bolt again for the door and freedom merely from the stress of even casually speaking with a stranger. So I spent most of the first hour just talking about myself and my job, and only indirectly steering the discussion towards more harmless discussions of television once she seemed to be visibly relaxing. With growing cordiality we then spent a very long afternoon in the corner booth until Maureen was finally prepared to reopen that. She’d arrived in the Unclaimed Wastes naive, optimistic, and foolish, but she’d been educated very quickly as to the brutal reality of her new existence. First, she’d been forced to play at being a slave, and while the nature and torments of her slavery shifted over the years, the chains had stayed firmly in place. She walked over to the table beside the bed, and ran her nimble blue fingers over the golden mask and black cowl. The features of the mask were twisted into a mocking smile, her own. Angie recalled Alene’s massive beast filling her womb and stretching her pussy before cumming so hard she inflated Angie to unnatural proportions, she could feel the weight of the cum still in her belly. The world started to come into focus and Angie wiggled her feet, she noticed the sofa below her was soaked with what must have been cum that escaped her when she slept. she patted her belly and a smile came to her face, it felt like she was full term, maybe a bit smaller. Slowly but surely.