‘I was told it was for training, but I haven’t been given any details,’ she said, showing no sign of fear. ‘Hmmm,’ I said, ‘The training w...ll be….er…rigorous. It is best you understand.’ Her lovely blue eyes widened a shade at that. ‘Rigorous…..how?’ I didn’t know how much to tell her. ‘You are to be trained to take physical pain – and derive pleasure from it.’ She turned away, and when she looked back at me again, there were tears in her eyes. ‘Just what have I done?’ she said, waveringly,. It was my 16th Birthday and after all the party and my friends and everyone gone, I went to my room to have a shower, I always knew Dad lusted for me and could see it when he used to stare at me.As I just come out of the bathroom and was sitting on the bed with my robe hanging open, so my skimpy bikini panties were visible when my daddy came into my room. I was just embarrassed at first as I wrapped the thin robe around me, then I got worried when I saw his expression as his greedy stare slid. Later it was also come to an end, as he disliked the type of communication through which we shared our thoughts. He wanted me to buy a mobile phone so he could converse with me instantly through SMS’s. He didn’t like that he sent me messages through the most famous gay dating site of India one day and I replied to him the next day. It bored him. I moved on. Another prospect befell, a young chubby whose parents were allegedly killed in the disguise of a car accident. We chatted for hours and. ” she murmured.“Char, are you on birth control?” I asked, not wanting to be a father yet. “Bev?”They both looked troubled and shook their heads no. “I thought you might have brought...” Char started to say, but I shook my head. “I didn’t think we would have a chance at this, not tonight anyway.”They looked dejected, but I shrugged. “There are a lot of things we can do without that, girls. I will guarantee that you will both be screaming my name before we leave.” I said with a leer, my hands.