“Mnnhhh! OUT! Let me OUT PLEASE OUT, PLEASE!” she suddenly screamed, thrashing as much as she could. She didn’t even recognize her own voice. It...sounded disjointed, broken. Completely unlike herself. Her struggling was half-hearted, despite all the effort she put into it. She was still in a bad way. Still hurting, and her vocal-cords felt raw and brittle.He stared intently at the opening for long seconds before his mind parsed the words. She was alive! How was this possible? He watched her die.. Perhaps she would have been more fortunate if master Arnaud had vivisected her after the lobotomy - although her suffering would have been more extreme, it would also have been mercifully brief. Marek wondered if it was for the best that master Arnaud was unable to continue his dubious 'research' but what would be done with his personal slave, Nadine? Rights should put her put down in the traditional manner, as her master was now a living vegetable. But she was a valuable slave and Gérard was. Flora had also taken notice of John’s excitement and told John and Jen that while she was working she was not at liberty to participate, but, winking at John flirtatiously, said, that after her shift was up she would be in there with everyone else. Flora had also noticed that Jen was very nervous. She escorted Jen into the women’s changing area. There they talked about the things that made Jen nervous, and what all she might be interested in trying. Flora then asked if Jen had brought. I was much bigger where it mattered than him and a better lover. He liked to watch us and he often sat quietly masturbating in the corner of the bedroom while we fucked under the covers. Some nights I would make him put up a camping bed on the floor at the bottom of the bed and sleep there. He would lie there in his sleeping bag and masturbate as I fucked Sally.He was also very fond of creampies and so it was handy having him close by. Malcolm also wasn’t averse to cleaning me up either after.