My cock wasn't half way in yet, and i watched enthusiastically as i held her tight and slowly pushed another inch in. 'stop, oh god stop, it hurts...'...she sobbed. i looked up to see her crying in the moonlight, she was obviously in so much pain that screaming wouldn't do it justice. i forced another inch into her tight little hole, she let out a little squeak of pain and grasped the bed for support. i was halfway in by now, and i realized i could take this two directions. if i pushed forward. Anyway, it wasn’t to be, two months after Margaret’s death, and six months of trying to conceive, Eve and I went to check our fertility, only to find that I’m the one with the problem. Though I can produce buckets of semen, there are very few fish in the sea. Eve had been chemically messing around with her hormones for years, but I was the one incapable of parenthood – or not completely incapable, just a less-than-five-percent chance, very long odds. And so within the space of twelve months we. My slave bent down a picked the two soggy chips off the floor and placed them on the table. ‘Eat’. Slave’s head lowered and began licking the fries from the table top as I had previously instructed it to do. The next fries I merely dropped onto the ground and ground them into the dirt with my high heels. ‘Get’ I again said. Once more, my slave retrieved the trodden fries and I kicked it two or three times while it was trying to sc**** up all the remains. This was repeated a few times as I. .. click" stopped. It came so suddenly and unexpectedly that she actually screamed. The silence of the room assaulted her as if she had been hit over the head with a bat. Her friend had died. She was out of food. She began sobbing hysterically...Hallucinations became more frequent and wilder now. She began to believe she had been buried alive, or that she was in the morgue. She screamed out that it was a mistake, that she was still alive! Nothing... She no longer could tell the difference.