"Enter the door, go down the hall, and go into the door at the end. We'll be doing employee processing there." Komal entered the building -- cramped... dim, and dull -- and walked down the hall to the only other door she found. She opened it and walked in, letting the door close behind her.She found herself in a sterile-looking 10x10 room with two armed CAE soldiers and two men who looked like CAE civilians."Komal Shumeyko, age twenty-six?" asked one of the civilians coldly. Komal, a little. I executed myself: one of them continued to penetrate my mouth while the other took off my black spandex short. He was going to spread my g-string on the side of my cheeks to penetrate my ass when he discovered my hanging little cock.-I can't believe it man! This girl is a fucking sissy!-What are you talking about?-She's a transsexual!They looked at me angrily; I begged them not to hurt me-You're gonna pay for this trick, there is no way your ass is going to escape from the most painful fuck. He smelled her, taking in her scent. His synapses told him she was fertile, healthy and very aroused. Her organs relayed messages in synaptic responses in his brain, telling him that she was not yet satisfied, that she wanted more, that she was not yet pregnant. That was how it should be. His own sex with her had been more to subdue than impregnate.He turned her over so that she was once more laying on her front. A quick check over revealed no damage to her apart from a few minor scratches.. Things began to break up around eleven pm or so. Sarah was one of the first to leave as she said she had an early morning the next day. The other couples left soon after, leaving only Mike and Sam. I was helping or trying to help Trish with the dishes. Mike and Sam were bringing in the things from the patio. As we worked, I asked Trish what she thought of Mike. Her cheeks colored slightly when she told me she though he was a nice guy. Even though I was feeling no pain, my mind recognized that.