"Lick it bitch, lick it like you mean it, get that fucking tongue inthere. That's it, clean you superior black master's ass, sissy bitch.All you littl...e white bois should be bitches and whores for theirsuperior black masters."After about 10 minutes he finally moves away, and turns to face me. Iknow to not even hesitate, and start sucking his cock. He grabs myhead, holding me in place, and he starts really fucking my mouth. Hestarts pushing deeper and deeper, and I gag. He doesn't even slow. From down the one short hall that lead from the mangled wreck that was once a prison to the abandoned Dungeon Heart the beast saw a brilliant flash. With a dark laugh the demon stood up, a woof of brimstone blasted from his nose like a hell born bull. He lifted his Scythe and slowly started toward the Heart. Maybe this was the answer to his prayer. Maybe someone had claimed the heart…The massive demon turned the corner to the heart and deflated. It was still dead, and resting on the temporary. "Your father and I needto talk alone for a while," she said. Megan nodded understandingly andhugged me again."I'm so glad you're not dead, Daddy," she said. "I know this sucks,but it was so much worse when we thought you were dead." It was worse when I thought I was going to be a prisoner for the restof my life. I'm glad to be home, even if it's like this." Good night, Daddy." Good night, Megan."When she'd gone, Karen and I looked at each other in silence for a fewmoments. Then I asked:. ’ He looked worried. ‘Why? Is there a problem?’ ‘No problem at all. I was surprised, that’s all.’ Now that she was seeing her project coming to completion, she was grateful for James’ good advice. Restoring the station was an emotional step for her, but she recognised that having a purpose for the station was just as, if not more important. Everything she had learned from Sam and particularly Mr. Brasher had indicated that this building, delightful as it was, was a tool designed to do a job..