My other women had followed my example. They would be here soon. Maybe I could convince Aingeal and Zanyia to let me go. Without their abilities, I wo...ld slip away from the other women.The pain swelled in my heart as I said, “I have to leave Kora.”“What?” Aingeal asked.“You’re not going anywhere, Master,” Zanyia said, crushing me with her lithe limbs.“What do you mean, you have to leave Kora?” demanded Aingeal, a look of such confusion on her face.Hooves slowed. “Leave me?” Kora asked as she. He headed on through the building, along corridors lit by only bare light bulbs. Peeling paper and dingy paint told of years of neglect. He turned a corner and followed a narrow staircase down.Opening the old dark brown door at the bottom, he went in.“Hi! Great!” A shout of welcome greeted him from one of the group of twenty or so men inside the room. He knew quite a few of them by sight but none by name. In one corner, a half-dozen men were sitting huddled closely together, talking intently.. He exclaimed 'we all fucked you with them before so I didn't think of getting any for tonight.' So we turned off the television and lights, I removed my t-shirt and underwear and laid back on the bed. Joel slid his hand awkwardly up my butt crack smearing lubricant across my bung hole. After which he crawled on top of my as I laid on my back. His hand working the rest of the lubricant on to his now harden cock. I slowly lifted my legs and bent them at the knees, the heels of my feet resting. It was his one and final bid. Nobody else offered more. People who knew Pa knew when he said something it was final. Pa got his car.Then came the most electrifying words a boy can hear, "You think you could drive the old truck home, son?" What a question to ask a young boy. To get to drive the thirty-some miles from the auction all the way home was a dream come true. Oh, I had driven the truck from the barn to the house or around the farm a few times, but this was different. I would be out on.