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Hello everyone....In chosing this storey you have taken matters into your
own
hands. I never asked any of you to read this fic...This series is probably
one of the most contaversial series that has ever hit the TMFFA. Be
warned...But ask yourself a quick question...in reading this fic, i can only
assume that you have already read the first three...in which case, why are
you reading this fic if you grinded your teeth and threw up at the last 3?
With that, I have developed a thesis...deep down inside all of you who state
that you hate my guts actually love my fic. Each and everyone of you have a
lust and need for darkness. And thats what keeps you people coming back for
more...Weak minded readers beware...this is a dark fic I can only come to
the
conclusion that you have been warned, wich completely defeats the purpose of
hate mail(smiles to himself) True lemon fans enjoy...
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                                   CHAPTER 4: THE EROTIC TORTURE CHAMBER

A childs heart is a very tender and loving thing. A child never truly knows
the depths of hate until it reaches the age of 15. The childhood years are
among the most delicate and special years of their lives wich shapes them
and
decides what their outcome in life will be.
                 Sasami walks towards the entrance to Washu's lab. It is
3:30: The time at witch Washu had asked Sasami to meet her in her lab at the
promise of Washu having a solution to Sasami's problem's. Sasami
didn't know
exactly what she meant. Perhaps she was gonna try and find out what
Sasami's
problems were....there's no way(Sasami thought), that Washu could possibly
know about her and her sister...or did she.

<knock knock>.......Sasami recieved no answer.....<knock knock knock>

"Um...Washu...um, are you there?"Said Sasami, barely able to make her
voice
loud enough for even a mouse to hear. "Washu, it's..it's 3:30. You um
asked
me to um meet you here."

Sasami knocked again but recieved no answer.  so like her sister she decided
to go ahead and walk in. She slowly turned the doorknob and was suprised to
see that the door was unlocked. Maybe Washu expected her to walk in as her
sister did. Sasami slowely walked in. She walked about 10 paces until she
stopped to hear a strange noise she could barely make out in the distance.
She slowely crept down the stone stairway lite by torches to hear better, as
that was the direction in wich the sound, or sounds were coming from.

"UH!, UH!, UH!, UH!, UH!, UH!, UH!, UH!" Was the sounds being made. It
was
sort of like the sounds that she makes when ever her sister is fucking her.
Sasami thought. It's also kind of like the sounds that she could of sworn
she
heard Tenchi and Ryouko making last night. She moved in a little closer...
That was when she finally concluded what the sound was...It was the sound of
a poor woman getting VIOLENTLY raped...Sasami was scared. She didn't want
to
go any further into that dark cold stone hallway, into that lonely scarry
place where who knows what Washu could be doing down there. Without
hesitation Sasami sat down on the stone stepps and began to cry...thinking
of
all those times her sister rapped her...all of those scary times where she
had no control over her own body.At that moment, Sasami starred straight
ahead with tears in her eye's remembering the last time her sister
violated
her.......
She then looked down at her own pussy with shame. She put her hand over it
and began to feel it. She knew that she was not like other girls. She knew
that the whole between her legs was much wider then that of a girl her age.

"SASAMI! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!!????"
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