The young swordplay student never gave her a second glance because her form was completely hidden under the shapeless cloak and the hood on her pretty... head. She was basically just a black blob passing and of no interest to a young lad with curves and ruby lips forever on his mind like some litany of unknown Saints.At least, she was safely out of the hands of the chief interrogator, a man reputed to have no limits on his capacity to inflict pain. It was unlikely she would become victim of some. But rest in some form I must have done, exhaustion having taken over, my next conscious thought was of the stiffness in my neck, it was fully light and ridiculous as that now seems, I was wishing for the head support chain. My body having warmed to its more normal temperature I hung there, (or perhaps lay is more accurate,) accepting that I was here for at least another day of use at best. Meantime I was fed soup by the woman, from a calf tit feeder, the gag being removed for me to drink the. It was a typical South African winter night. My name is Andile i was siting at the stove wth my brother and our cousins Layla and Buki they r both gals and since my father was a typical sotho man we had 2 houses in the yard the perants small 2 room house in the front and our 3 room in the back. I was sitting next to Layla who was very sexy we were siting so closely together that our thighs were touchin in a way that made us both sweat she was wearing her one piece nighty that had riden up to. Let’s assume that one of us did ask her to the prom and she accepted and start the story there. That evening, corsage in hand, a young man went to her parent’s door to pick her up and there was that flash of a Cinderella moment. Thanks to the radical new contact lens that she had just had fitted, she was not blind without her glasses but still forced to view the world through a blurry haze. The home made dress which she and her mother had made together while not sexy or revealing was quite.