It was torment, pure and simple. She wanted the real thing but was being deprived of it. ‘Why?’ ‘You wanted a fuck,’ the man said. There was n... smile in his voice now. She shuddered, knowing that she had just stepped over the line. ‘Fuck her hard with it. And you, sweet one, keep your mouth shut.’ The thing was moving quickly now, ramming deep into her. The other mouth continued to keep her tits occupied, and she felt her body open in two with the building climax. She was struggling to keep her. He steadily began to recognize that his arms, legs, hips, and even overall body curvature wasn't at all similar to much of the males he sees, especially even at school. He even noticed that the others even gave him odd looks whenever he was present and/or nearby. It wasn't till highschool that he noticed it even more. First, the teachers would constantly look down at him, even if they weren't much taller than him. And to top it all off, they seemed to look strangely at him whenever his back was. Tamraj's car came to a stop in a place reserved just for him. The gaudy neon signs all around the outside of the club were glowing brightly even in the late afternoon daylight. They were advertising the alcohol available inside. More importantly to Seema's immediate future, the signs advertised the dancing girls that worked there."Is this where I will be doing your books, Sir?" Seema naively asked."No! You will not be doing my books. Now, follow me." Mr. Tamraj used his key to unlock the steel. Here, in the prison camp with its strange rules and customs of a different culture she adapted well because she was willing to do anything to survive. She accepted depravity of the most obscene nature without complaint because she protected the inner beauty of her soul with her innocent trust in her creator to bring her safely home to a final place of serene peace and rest. Nothing the captors could possibly do would ever break her of that certainty and she kept it hidden away deep inside where.