I transferred these memories onto my husband as he thrust into me. I imagined I was being fucked by a big black man with a big black cock. I locked ...my arms around my husband neck and drew him to me. I wrapped my long legs around his back and squeezed as I whispered sharply in his ear, “Come on! Fuck me harder!”I couldn’t believe my own mouth. I’ve never talked like that. I can’t believe I just said the words now. But in saying them I felt even more passion rise up in me. John seemed to. That is where captured female magicians are always taken, to be bred for the future glory of the Prophet and our race, or so I've heard whispered. I saw one just once and prayed that the servants of the Prophet would select me at once for their next sacrifices, but I never was. But now I am not unhappy, for I shall rejoin my wife in the next world and my soul and blood will never darken any altar. I am content."That was the last word he spoke and his eyes shut and he quietly passed beyond any. You've been asleep for over twenty-four hours, since your ... incident. Don't try to exert yourself. You're too weak for that. Your body needs to adjust before you sit up and start to move."I'm Doctor Benson. You are in our care at Florida Hospital in Deland. As soon as your friend here told us you were awake, we called your mother and expect her to come flying through that door any second. I have warned my staff to stay clear of the door to avoid any unnecessary injuries."Your mother is. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted to... - Ma’am--... it- really--... really- hurts...! - she forced out. - That’s what it is supposed to do, Olivia!The girl grunted. She felt so helpless at mercy of someone else. There was no way the hits would stop, even though now they were only sparsely falling as sore reminders. It wasn’t helping at all. The girl shut her eyes. Her vaginal muscles were quivering, so she clenched them, keeping her pussy shut. Maybe this way the teacher wouldn’t notice..