She hadn't been rescued; she was still aprisoner mentally. Therapy, hypnosis, drugs, nothing could keep her fromremembering what had been done to her... and what she was.She looked around her bathroom, there was nothing pointed anywhere. Norazor, after she'd disassembled one and slit her wrists they'dpermanently removed her body hair. No tweezers, she'd tried to gougeopen the veins in her neck with them. That same smooth neck showed nosigns of the marks where she'd attempted to hang herself. I felt so out of place. Everywhere I looked, it felt like people were staring at me, judging me. It was like they knew I had no clue what I was doing.I had heard about the place a few weeks ago. The Backdoor it was called. Not exactly subtle, if you ask me. It was supposedly the best place in the whole city to go to if you wanted to hook up with a t-girl. So, there I was. I made my way inside, passed by the dance floor and headed straight for the bar. I wasn't a very good dancer. True, I was. The sounds were coming from a small clearing that was about twenty metres from the track and I found my curiosity getting the better of me. I crept through the vegetation as quietly as I could and stopped just before the clearing in complete shock!! In the centre of the clearing sat a girl about my age. The best way to describe her was my polar opposite, completely gorgeous! Long flowing blonde hair, a beautiful face, and body with large breasts. She was framed on either side by two men, I say. ' he thought. It began to stiffen and he positioned his arm around her hips and began fingering her softly, rubbing up and down her clitoris with his over sized index finger. His green eyes sparkled and he licked his lips. She looked up at his eyes and fell in love. She took his member and began sucking on the tip. This time she didn't need prompting from her captor. He squirmed with pleasure and grabbed her up as easily as a c***d grabs a toy and held her pussy against his mouth, her buttocks.