Cat was locked tightly in her cage as the pain hit her. She hoped she would pass out or something, but she didn't. After an eternity, it stopped again...Cat stood in her cage and sobbed quietly. It was all so unfair. She was going to have to endure a whole weekend of this sort of treatment. Bound, caged, blindfolded, led around naked on a leash, roped and hogtied. What had she ever done to deserve this?Cat's misery was interrupted by her keeper."You get another chance. This time, run. You're. This one here is ‘butabara’, pork belly, and here we have ‘negima’ which is chicken thigh.”She gestured to the second dish, this one piled with small, round packets that were wrapped in what almost resembled black paper. Some of them had a strip of what looked like pink flesh that lay atop a ball of white mush.“This is ‘sushi’,” she explained. “This pink meat is salmon, a kind of Earth fish. This is tuna or ‘maguro’, this is shrimp or ‘ebi’. The black stuff is a kind of aquatic plant called. The anticipation of his touch brought another, albeit far weaker, wave of nausea. Yuck, this sucked! Maybe, if she wrote it down, someone would etch it on her tombstone: Here lies Stephanie the slave girl, nauseated and horny.”Jason, handsome and buff with his short beard and tight-fitting shirt, stirred. He’d be twenty-six now, the same as her. She found her voice. “What did you do to me?”“I brought you back.” He grinned.He didn’t understand. “No, Jason, all you did was fill me with her. You wait in the hallway just outside of your room, and as soon as you hear the bathroom door open you turn around the corner coming face to face with Brit."Oops! Sorry bro, didn't know you were out here!" she let out a little squeal of surprise as she saw you, and quickly pulled her towel up, hiding what little of her cleavage was on display. The towel clings tightly to her front, but you see it's hanging open slightly at the side. She shimmies past you awkwardly, making sure not to rub herself.