?I’ll do what you want. Just please don’t hurt me anymore.? The second soldier, who had been holding the starlet securely by the nipple an... the belt around her neck, pulled the belt off with practiced precision. Firmly, he placed his left hand across the small of her back pinning her down on the tabletop. Involuntarily, she jerked as she felt the fingertips of that soldier’s right hand trace lightly down the crease of her smooth buttocks to the swollen lips between her legs. . That thought morphed into all women's fault. It was the creation of a psychopath. As he received his nightly beatings, his mind formulated a plan to return his pain to the women who caused it.Years went by and his thinking became affected by the constant pain. His mind was warped but not broken. He became smarter and smarter. But he kept his genius to himself. It was used only to get revenge on the women who hurt him, all pretty women.One day when he was nearing his 19th birthday, the door to. She blushed and left the place. That night, I came to know that she also is a regular reader of Indian incest stories on computer. Next day when I returned from college, mom was wearing a white top with jeggings. I said “wow mom, when do you bought jeggings”? She said “yesterday only, does it looking good”? I said “yes my fairy”. This time she hugged me tightly and kissed my cheeks and said “thank you Amy”. Then she raised her hands and said “can you see this sweat spot around on my armpit, it. Finally, I could breathe.As I climbed the second flight of stairs, as if this action constituted some mathematical prerogative, some hidden equation, I undid the second button. My heart was pounding and the soft creamy mounds of my breasts were rising and falling, and my nipples felt so hard against the cotton of my blouse, and I caught my breath and tapped on the door.‘Come in.’ The voice was muffled and seemed far away.He was an older man, much older than I suspected, but in one way I was.