" The portrait was close to completion, and Jill felt personally that it was the best thing she had ever done.She had met many people, she was even le...rning a few phrases in Spanish. Basically, she was happy. But there was something missing. She longed for Chris. Or perhaps, she longed for someone to share her experiences with, to do to her what Chris had done, and more. She was hungry for love. She needed a man. Her continued masturbation (usually on the bathroom rug, though sometimes in bed). Her wrists, crossed and tied behind her, are striped brownish red; her little ass below is smeared with drying blood and shit. He shakes his head slowly, smiling. Every breath must hurt like hell...He takes another step and reaches for the lock on the cage, the keys jingling in his hand. She freezes, holding her breath. He pulls the door wide and reaches in for the chain around her neck, grinning as she shuffles toward him on her knees without so much as his slap on the crate, head bowed even. Since Whitey was on the bottom, he entered her bum first and she “oinked” just like a piglet and let him know it was just what she wanted to start the day. Then, he quickly moved up to Blackie and buried his long manhood up to the hilt in her pretty pucker like an unexpected guest with no buns for tea. Blackie shuddered and spent her female juices all over poor Whitey’s pretty bottom and it all dripped down to the fluffy white carpet and disappeared into the nap like it never existed at all.. I do still feel drowsy.But it's not like I'm hallucinating or delusional.There are no aliens dancing around my bed and I don't for a momentsuspect that Ros and/or Michael intend me harm.I gather Mr Black just wants to give me a taste of my own medicine.Quite literally really.But if I behave myself and show that I'm 'cured' of my 'madness' I'llbe out of here soon.Although I suppose my promised life as a whore awaits me on my release.But I best just deal with one thing at a time."Maybe it's the.