Brunette hair and exceptional turquoise eyes that shone like the sea, Zarina knew she was an attractive young woman. Today she wore a tiny black skirt...and a black baby-t shirt that read:"Objects In T-Shirt Are Larger Than They Appear".Her hair was in a long pony tail and her bangs were brushed to the side."Dad!" She screamed again, getting no response. She grabbed her backpack off of the kitchen counter and walked to the front door of their large condo."I'm coming, I'm coming." came a voice. "Olivia, come here a minute please," he called from the dining room. "Hello, Sir. I was in the kitchen and didn't hear you come in." "That's okay. I got you a little something today." "You did?" she said, eyes lighting up. "Can I have it now? Please, please, please?" He had to chuckle - Olivia sounded like a little girl. "Yes, you can have it now," he said, lifting the plastic bag and setting it on the dining room table. Olivia quickly tore the bag open and looked inside. She reached in,. "First." She said in a matter of fact way. "You will not yet have noticed that I have had your clitoris removed. I do not approve of a sex slave enjoying any pleasure." Joan noted with approval the further shocked reaction in the strapped down slave. "Secondly the muscles around your anal sphincter have been sundered. These were Dr Vance's words. In plain words your ass hole is now unable to close, in fact it is a wide hole ready to be reamed. At the moment you have a gauze pad closing you. I. Seductively, Sarah removed her shirt, making sure not to break eye contact with me before the shirt went over her head. I looked over at Kyle as her bra clad breasts were exposed to us. His mouth was slightly open as he stared in awe of her amazing breasts. I gave a little chuckle and Kyle came out of his trance looking embarrassed. He took another look at them then looked down. It was obvious he liked what he saw. I'd seen them a number of times so it was no big deal to me; besides, I'd be.