Raypoz himself had raped many women, whether they were pale or olive, blonde and brunette and fat or sexy or thin.The Christian European men were no l...nger allowed to have sex with their own women and many were castrated. If they wanted their balls back again, they had to do what Raypoz wanted, not to mention that many of their sons and young children, were now their prisoners.But Raypoz wanted more. His Turkish and Iranian army, were now marching towards Germany and the rest of Western Europe,. He showed up in the same pants except he had cut them with scissorsto make shorts. He also was wearing his normal shirt that heunbuttoned halfway down. I didn’t have as many choices. I rolled up my skirt the best I could andundid a couple buttons on my blouse, but this didn’t help much. That night while I was walking back with one of the share croppers daughters, she asked if I wanted to borrow some of her field clothes. I said tomyself, “H*ll Yes!”However the next day as I got off the bus, . I am aware that if I don't she is going to punish me for that and therefor I am going to put that dog-collar on. It is meant to train uneducated beasts like I am one." She put it on, showing no emotions. "I will give her this remote so she can shock me whenever I do something wrong or even disobey, so she can help me be a better slut. I am giving it to her representing my freedom of will. I will be hers from now on"The screen turned black but those words kept repeating in my head. "That was. I think Renee was teasing us." He scowled a little."Nice to meet you." He didn't sound convinced."Now. Happy birthday, Renee," I said. She grinned at me."We saved the cake until you got here," Sugar said. Lionel held his son."Good thing you got here when you did," he said. "Leon wasn't about to settle down until we sang happy birthday." And ate cake," Sugar laughed.We did sing and Leon was a happy boy when he was allowed to grab a fistful of cake and stuff it in and around his mouth. I had to.