“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling my smile fade, feeling my heart flutter for a new reason. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Nate yelled, pushing me back, sending my tumbling to the floor. I broke my fall with my elbows, and cried out as the pain shot up my arms. Nate hurriedly pulled up his pants, stuffing himself away and staring down at me with disgust written across his face. “I don’t know!” I cried, confused and scared, not knowing what I’d done, “What did I do?” “What did you do?!” Nate roared, his face turning red, “ What did you do?! ” “Tell Fingering me what I did!” I cried, feeling tears brimming at my eyes, “Tell me what I did wrong so that I never do it again!” “Do I look like a fucking cock-sucker to you?” Nate snarled at me, his posture threatening, rage edging in his voice, “Do you think I’m some kind of faggot?!” “I don’t know what that is.” I whimpered, cowering below him, giving him my shoulder and curling into a ball. “It’s what you are!” Nate yelled, pointing his finger down at me, “You’re a fucking faggot, you’re a… a fucking freak! You tried to trick me into your gay little… you’re fucking little… FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT SLUT!” Nate kicked me hard in the ribs, folding my body around his foot and causing me to scream in pain. “If you tell anyone in Towerhead about this, I’ll fucking kill you, Diamond.” Nate hissed in my ear as I gasped for air, “I’ll tell everyone you’re a lying, faggot witch, and they’ll believe. We’ll tie you and your whore-sister and her whore-friend to a stake, and we’ll have us a good witch-burning just like the olden Hairy days.” Nate stormed away, his stomping feet echoing, and then muting with the slamming of the door. I laid in my fetal ball, trying to gasp away the physical pain as the despair squeezed my chest. Tears burned on my cheeks, pathetic whimpers hissed past my trembling lips, my whole body shuddered with my horrified breaths. I’d never known self-doubt before, but I felt it then. There was something wrong with me; something horribly, irreparably wrong with me. Now I knew why Mom didn’t want me to talk to strangers; it indian wasn’t them, it was me. Aunt Lucilla had told me I was special, but I didn’t know until that moment that I was a pariah. I had more questions now, but they weren’t born of innocent curiosity, but from sickening reflection. I turned-over every memory I possessed, and watched as each precious moment darkened in the shadow my new realization. I’m a freak. I’m a faggot. Nate’s words solidified, Mom doesn’t want me because she thinks I’m disgusting. The tentacle in my ass had me suddenly feeling another orgasm. “But it cost Anastasiya her life”. I see your all packed and ready to go huh? I wanted you to have a perfect birthday.” They laughed. He could see the anger building inside her even more, and that was something she was going to have to let go of. I could feel my bare boobs hang down as I grabbed my shorts. She showed me a naughty grin, "Maybe, but they wouldn't be surprises if I told you, now would they?" Nearly a whisper. “Thank you so much, Miss Johnson. I managed to get them to wear 2 of my tops. “Let it go.” It Fingering was such an intense relief to let it go; I thought I might almost cum. He asked. She held her tiny Hairy prisoner in place with one hand, and ran the other up and down the back of Doris's thighs, and patted her neat rounded buttocks. Unfortunately, when law enforcement hears of free food they become like ants to a picnic,” he tells me. "I'm sorry. I offered her a ride home, but she declined. She walked into my room, and I got a glimpse of her. Reaching down he cupped his hand under Pinkie's melonous udder, lifting her squishy boob - gripping her stiff nipple between his fingers and pinching it hard. She was frustrated and her emotions were flaring up again. "I'm Savannah" Said the dancer who'd taken me to the booth With a grin, he saw there was already an email waiting for him to open. Of course, towards end my cunt and ass were protesting, but I went on, I took pain killers and continued. I was indian hoping to have this finished before you got back, but you’re here now, so you might as well take part. Are you ready for me?" “You may not cum, you will not cum until I say you can.”