"Sophia, you are so beautiful. Come here, and give me another hug." She stepped towards me and wrapped her arms around me, her warm, young bare breast... pushed up against me.My face moved down to kiss her on the neck as I brought my right hand up to cup one of her perfect tits, that just seemed unreal on a girl at her age. At that moment, she sharply breathed deep "Ohh - - Mr. Conrad, I uhh - - I , I don't know. . ." she sighed."Don't you worry, Sophia, you're just making it up to me now, we'll. He would tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he called the punishment table, then whip me with a leather strap.A month after that started, I was in my bedroom, watching TV, when I heard him yell, "Tiffany, get your ass down here!" I slowly walked downstairs and into the living room, seeing daddy sitting on the couch, holding a piece of paper in his hand and giving me an angry look."What did I tell you about your grades, you little bitch?" he yelled.I was scared. I knew he was going. Group One Front and Center." I watch them all quickly walk in front of me and line up. "Each of you will choose one person from group two. They in turn will choose a person from group three. Then the person from group three will choose two from group four. These will be your fighting groups. Oh and before I forget none of you are allowed to discuss your powers or ranking. You are allowed to voice your opinion, on what your position in the fight should be. But not reveal anything about your. Even with her awful choice of clothes there was something fundamentally feminine about her. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, it was more that she was shining from some sort of sensual inner light. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, there was quite frankly just something about Mary. But at the same time as she drew me in, what she was, the way she had lived her life, made me pull back in horror. I knew that my very strict upbringing had a lot to do with my reactions, I hadn’t completely freed.