Aik din nahatey samey us ney merey hath apney bobs per rakh diyee aour boli inko achi terah sey dho do. mien unko dhona shro kiya to woh machalney agi...aour merey bajo ko apne dono tangoon mien leker us per apni choot ragdrney lagi. mien hiran thi ki is aourat ko kiya ho giya hey.Merey bajo ko lund samjh rahi hey kiya.Bus jee us roj mien ney aourat ka aik niya roop dekha jahan woh admi key bina hi maja le leti hey.Jaisey jaisey meri aour us malken ki baiti ki doosti badrhti gayee usney khulna. "A puzzled look forms on Katie's pretty face as she notices your unease and like any good sister grows concerned over what is wrong with you. Quickly raising herself off your body she sits next to you on the carpet and holding your trembling hand asks, "Is something wrong? You seem pretty nervous about something...is everything alright?"Taking a deep breath, you stare into your sister's face trying to gather the courage to tell her how you feel about her. You reply nervously, "Well....I. "What would you do first?" "Whip her into submission." Coran stated. Syal laughed. "Wrong. Although for a male that would not be too out of thequestion." She gestured and a pair of half elf males approached. One of themcarried a set of straps on the ends of a pole. In moments the girl's ankleswere strapped to the spreader bar and the bar fixed to the floor. A secondbar is brought forward and her wrists are rebound into the second spreaderbar and affixed to the chain. "Shave her head," Syal. This was a big day for her, as she seldom had any reason to display pride while growing up. Her black father, a Staff Sergeant, had died when she was young, but she was never told how he had died. Her French-Vietnamese mother struggled to support herself and her daughter, but hadn’t received any help from either side of their family. In school she was too smart, too black, too Asian - she was always too ‘something.’ Now, because these meetings were being televised, the whole country would soon.