....SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! the blows continue until the familiar red stripping begins to decorate my chest. My nipples are hard and my eyes filled...with tears..........and still my pussy quivers and glistens in it's wetness. Finally the trashing of my body ceases and with one swish of the pocket knife my bonds are cut and and I drop to my knees. He stands over me gazing down.......with one hand he raises my chin and I look up at him. Tears have run down my cheeks, my eye make-up is smeared. Their stuff passing by the window. You walk by strangers who are to be your new neighbors. You wonder what kind of people that they will be. They are also thinking the same about you. You say, "hi" as you pass each other in the hallway, but they are much to busy to say anything more.Then one day you see a new face and you feel yourself go weak in the knees. He is tall with a body that is chisel. As he brings his stuff upstairs you see that it is typically male, nothing picked out by a feminine. We started walking along the wall, back down the stairs, and into the Keep. We went back to the den in which we'd had a drink, last night."Your great grandfather, and another Demi-God got into a fight. They battled for weeks. Then there was a huge blast of fire. When it had cleared, both beings were gone. Your father was beside himself with worry."The son of the other Demi-God blamed your father for his father's demise, and said he was going to purge the world of all the halfbreed mongrel. He had other ideas. Gripping my hips, Thomas turned me around and over the counter. The coffee was all but forgotten. “You’re not helping make the coffee.” I teased him. I felt his fingers slip back into my dampness. “I never said I’d help make the coffee. I only said I’d help… myself to you.” He thrust forward in one smooth motion and sheathed himself deep inside. I could feel the power as he bottomed out, hitting my cervix. The twinge of pain felt good. “Ahhh… Easy big boy... Mmmm... Don’t be.