<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>Ayako's body bounced with each rough thrust into her ravished girlish body, cries turning to soft moans as she rested her head on the other woman's shoulder, not caring anymore that this was rape.<br/><br/>The sensations were more than she'd anticipated, nothing like they had been with the man who'd first taken her against her will months ago in Japan. Here, her body was responding to the sensations, pleasure lashing her insides quite powerfully. The pleasure was breaking little Ayako, and she was becoming receptive towards what the woman was doing to her.<br/><br/>Without any real recognition that she was doing it, she likely surprised her rapist by pushing her hips back into each brutal thrust. Now, Ayako wished her arms were free so she could hold onto the woman, feel the intimate contact that nothing seemed to have quite like an embrace, a hug.<br/><br/>Soon, little Shade began to pant wordlessly, small moans escaping her lips, eyes closed as she leaned into the woman, head on her shoulder, purple hair flapping about as Majel abused the girl's little blossom.</td></tr></tbody></table>