Start to bang her again. She starts her moaning ……… .ah…. .ahh …….. aaaaaahhhhhhhh …… ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhh.This time he starts to sh...ut her….in bad words.Lanza dengala ninnu ….sare vundu.e rozu chinchesta. ( u bitch I have to fuck u..wait I tear u today) …she starts pleading ………leave me leave me……..but he is not in a position to listen her. Banging her very badly one side she is getting pain with her imbalance position, second this rude man fucking her very wild…..finally he cumm ….and left. School was hard, and she had the typical social female dramas that tenth graders have. She missed her mom, and felt so uncomfortable in her aunt’s house even though she had spent so much time growing up there. Her life took a turn for the worst. She started dating guys who left something to be desired in the romance department. She got involved with drugs that no sixteen year old should even know exist. She was in an abusive relationship that seemed as if it was a deep, black hole that had no. Suddenly the town was ablaze. Everything was confusing. All the men are killed, the women tied up and placed in large carts pulled by strong horses.The journey lasts for days, through high mountain passes and lush green valleys. The women are looked after well, in that, whilst tied up, the soldiers do not touch them. They are fed well, and allowed to urinate and defecate at regular intervals. She counts at least ten carts, with at least ten women on each. They are not allowed to talk. A few of. "Nothing" she answers. I nod, surprised that she is articulate enough to express the truth. She had put herself at my mercy before, and I had used her relentlessly, but she had not seemed the type to recognize how deep her need ran. "My interest isn't typically in changing a woman" I tell her honestly "It's in using you for my own pleasure." The head of the young woman sitting in the booth behind my date turns fractionally, and I suppress a grin at the involuntary ease dropping. "I.