Now, I have been imprisoned for one month and my life is anything but routine and predictable and freedom is nowhere to be found. I have been conditi...ned to be whatever my interrogator, Officer Xiong wants me to be. I do it willingly and without question. When he’s not fucking me like a whore, I’m masturbating to the thought of him doing so. Once again, my fingers are wrinkled from the wetness as my body responds to thoughts of him using me. Life isn’t supposed to be this way. Or is it? I’ve. I’d got a little camera, mainly so I could get some pics of Her in front of a bunch of men so I could enjoy later seeing Her pose for lots of men. But at the moment all I could do was look, and without realising it, I was gone into a trance. Then without warning waves of ecstasy were washing over me, and I could feel my head start to nod in time to the shots of spunk going into my underpants and baggy trousers. I did my best to hide it, but I could see Miss Joanne glancing at me, quizzically,. "Look, you can see it says right here, single first class berth. Is this line in a habit of selling first class births to people, then putting them in second class accommodations?" I asked in an aggravated tone of voice."I understand, Sir. Let me check with the purser. I am sure we can straighten this out," the man at the boarding gate told me.Within a very short time, I was escorted to the purser and explaining myself once again. I presented my ticket to him, explained I was in a double. When a cow, he would have her sent to the Park for ultimate use as what a cow is for, mounting, mating, and giving birth to bison calves!She said of her captivity, and there for a month in a cell, she was about out of her mind with the fear, in a constant state of arousal. Her body racked by passionate feelings of a woman becoming likened to a cow Bison.She turned suddenly as if her keen hearing depicted something audible."He is coming; you must hide now and leave then after dark, as not come.