<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Shadebanner.jpg) (http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Psylocke.jpg)</td><td>"A... are you really enjoying this?" Ayako gasped into the woman's ear. She was confused, this whole obsession with her thing. She knew she was pretty... but she wasn't so gorgeous or cute as to attract all this undue attention, was she?<br/><br/>Ayako wasn't sure if she should feel thrilled that the taller woman found pleasure in her, or whether she should be revolted. She wasn't attracted to women, but then she wasn't exactly keen on men either. And yet, here in the woman's arms, even as she was being raped, she felt warmth, a feeling of something... she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was she felt, but it felt good. At least someone wanted her, unlike her uncaring brute of a father... who saw her as nothing more than property to whore out.<br/><br/>Her reverie of thought was interrupted as the unbearable pressure, coiling like a tightly wound spring within in her belly, erupted in a massive flood of pleasure. Little Shade shrieked out her pleasure, body quivering in Majel's arms. Even as the woman raped her, those arms felt... comforting, safe even.  Maybe this woman was where she belonged?<br/><br/>She would have to contemplate this later, her eyes rolling back as she squealed through her first orgasm.</td></tr></tbody></table>