Throwing his head around in all directions, he tried to comprehend his surroundings.The pen he was in, about twenty feet square, consisted of planks o... wood nailed together for walls. The straw, covering the floor, was old and stank of ammonia and rotting vegetables. He wanted to get up and run from the pigs dribbling snouts as they nuzzled into him, but he couldn't move. He was naked and bound. Some kind of metal strapping had secured his arms and feet behind him. A scaffold pole, running the. InterludeNothing but the void. Emptiness in its absolute. That was the idea behind the Void prison. And nowhere was this more evident than the eighth level of the Void prison. The second deepest level of the Void prison.This was boring, unlike the rest of my life. I always considered myself alone but I really hate this loneliness. I don’t know why but the mindless droning of the sheep that was most of this planet’s Untethered was charming in its own rustic way. I wanted someone to ramble. I was sure it wasn't because I was John Coleman. He was too much like the adult Chris Walker. Something changed in a mere week. I really was a different man and I liked it a whole lot.I sat in a cushy chair in the living room."You can sit on the couch. I don't bite," Amy's roommate said. The blonde woman, who was about Amy's age, sat on one end of the couch."Yes but I do," I teased.She smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Debbie." John," I said, shaking her limp hand."So where are you going?". Akiko relented. She opened her mouth and accepted his black tool. He put his hands in her hair and guided her mouth back and forth over his hungry black cock. Akiko had never had a cock so large in her mouth he was literally stuffing her delicate face with the biggest dick she had ever seen. She was becoming wet and ravaged with lust when he grunted and held her still while he emptied his load deep into her belly. Akiko dutifully swallowed every drop. Michael helped her to her feet and they.