Ninsun lingered long enough to name her child, Ishara, and returned to Dis to feast on blood and souls and recover the power she had lost. There was n...othing maternal in the feelings between Ninsun and Ishara; they were competitors now, and Ninsun was like an alligator; apt to eat her young if it became necessary. So that the new succubus could survive, she was left on her own.Within an hour, Ishara stood on the blasted plains. In Hell, in her truest form, she stood tall and proud, muscular and. Each time I would see her in the neighborhood, I would make a point to learn a little more about her. There was no dad in her life but she did have a single mom, Brenda, who seemed to be working all the time. I came to feel sorry for Sally. She was mostly alone with little money and no friends her age. The big thing in her life was the Girl Scouts and especially the cookie sale. I always made it a point to buy a large order from her. I would give them away at work since I disliked. Then he tried to shove his dick in my virgin hole. Without lube this was not going to work.Nonetheless he tried to jam it in. “OWW!!!” I yelped. And quick turned around. “No” I said. He pushed on my shoulder without saying anything as if telling me to get down on my nees and suck his dick. I needed no further invitation. I got down on my nees with his throbbing one eyed monster staring me in the face. I grasped it with one hand, feeling its warmth and girth for the first time. I gave it a. Mum came over to me, took my upper arm firmly in hers and led me to the chair, sat down and I knew to stand in front of her still with my hands on my head. This was discipline now, not a passably painful hand spanking. This will involve implements, lots of pain, and lots of crying. My knickers were still on the floor as they are not returned to me until after my corner time is complete, and that didn’t happen today. My hair mound was on show, and I knew it was moist and Mum will see it is wet..